Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 459

At this time, not far away.

Drogo came out of the stone house, his bare chest streaked with red, flowing like blood, his muscles tensed like a rock.

"Uncle Drogo, what happened!"

On the other side, in a cabin, Batur ran out in a hurry, holding the animal skin to cover his lower body, and asked in a panic.

In the cabin, two topless women ran out and ran towards the tribe. They were Batur's eighth and ninth wives respectively.

Drogo frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

In the past two weeks, Batur's cultivation progress has been getting slower and slower, and he has been unable to become a blood warrior for a long time, and even his food intake has decreased, but he has not strengthened his cultivation because of this, but rather indulged in joy.

"Is the Gaosuo tribe going to attack us?" Batur asked nervously, as if he didn't see Drogo's dissatisfaction.

"It's not the Gaosuo tribe." Drogo shook his head and said in a deep voice, "A group of Braar gray wolves appeared on the plain, approaching the tribe, so I asked the tower to sound the alarm."

"Isn't it the Gaosuo tribe?"

Batur let out a long breath, as if he was relieved from the fear, his chest heaved slightly, and he asked doubtfully, "If it's just a pack of wolves, do we need to call the police?"

Compared with the Gaosuo tribe, the wolves are not a threat at all. It seems that the Tatar tribe does not need to go to war, or even mobilize all the male war ghosts.

"You do not understand!"

Drogo looked serious and said, "The number of wolves this time exceeds one hundred, and it seems that there is a wolf, we must pay attention to it!"

"I knew that the Tatar tribe has been in a weak state since it was attacked by the Gaosuo people three years ago. It is the day of harvest and hunting. We must not be careless!"

"I see, Uncle Drogo!"

Batur nodded, then took up a metal weapon that looked like a mace, and ran towards the entrance of the tribe.

At this time, Drogo noticed Enzo beside him.

"Inferior?" He frowned slightly, and reprimanded, "Why are you still here? Go and hide with the women of the tribe, don't drag others down."

"I'm also a warrior of the Tatar tribe, and I shouldn't run away from battle." Enzo shook his head, and said softly, "I have enjoyed the tribe's resources for males for so long, now it's time to make some contributions!"

After all, Enzo followed in the footsteps of other male war ghosts.

Drogo froze for a moment, but then smiled.

Although this inferior species has no potential, it seems to be very brave. At least the courage to fight is enough to win respect.

At the entrance of the Tatar tribe.

Two wooden towers stood on the left and right, and the two male war ghosts on them looked into the distance. On the vast plain, a group of wild wolves, like wild horses, were galloping towards the Tatar tribe.

"Karoo, how's the situation?" Drogo asked the sentinel when he came to the tower.

"It's the Blair gray wolves, there are a lot of them!" On the tower, Karoo replied solemnly.

"Open the gate at once!" Drogo ordered decisively.

Afterwards, several blood warriors stepped forward quickly and pushed open the huge heavy wooden door together, and all the male warriors of the Tatar tribe rushed out.

Brar gray wolf, is a fearsome beast.

They swarmed in groups on the plain, and their size was comparable to horses. Not only did they have sharp fangs and claws, but they also had amazing jumping abilities. The fence of the Tatar tribe was only five meters high, and they could not stop their attacks at all.

That's why Drogo ordered the gates to be opened.

The blood warriors of the Warghost clan in the tribe rushed outside, planning to deal with the attack of the wolves in an open space in front of the tribe. Only by keeping the pack of Brar gray wolves out could the tribe be prevented from being damaged.

"Something is wrong!"

Looking at the wolves rushing in the distance, Drogo's face showed a trace of solemnity. Although the Brar gray wolf was brutal by nature and had attacked the tribe in groups, it only happened when there was an extreme shortage of food.

But now it is the harvest season, and the prey on the plain is abundant.

The Blair gray wolves were completely unnecessary and took great risks to attack the Tatar tribe. These cunning beasts would not be ignorant of the power of the war ghosts and the power of the blood warriors.

While Drogo was thinking, the wolves were closing in on the Horde.

Hey!
With a loud wolf howl, behind the pack of gray wolves in Brar, a terrifying monster with a height of five meters appeared in Drogo's eyes, causing his face to change slightly, and his pupils could not help shrinking.

Brar Gray Wolf King!

The gray wolf king, who was five meters tall, was particularly conspicuous among the wolves. His wolf pupils were full of bloodthirsty luster, and his gray hair was like thorns, exuding a terrifying aura.

"Did you choose to attack the tribe because of the order of the wolf king?"

Drogo frowned slightly, a trace of thought appeared on his face, only the wolf king can command the wolves and command them to hunt on a large scale.

Not long after, the wolves were less than 100 meters away from the tribe.

"In the name of the blood-slaying god, protect the tribe!"

Drogo tore a bronze spear from behind him, and shouted loudly, "Blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, fight! Slay these beasts!"

After all, Drogo rushed forward first.

On his bare chest, three blood-colored stripes floated, as if a blood-red mist wrapped around his body, and the power of the red-striped warrior exploded, giving Drogo a power far beyond that of human beings.

call out!
The heavy bronze spear stabbed out suddenly, piercing through a gray wolf in an instant. Drogo's muscular arm suddenly fell, smashing the gray wolf's corpse forward, and knocking several Braar gray wolves into the air.

"Guard the tribe!"

In the open space, the war ghosts screamed and charged one after another. Almost all adult male war ghosts were blood warriors. When they entered the fighting state, their bodies emitted bloody energy, which was somewhat similar to fighting spirit.

"The power of qi and blood?" Behind, Enzo was thoughtful.

The war ghosts can become blood warriors through cultivation, and the extraordinary power stored in their bodies is the power of blood, which is somewhat similar to fighting qi in nature, but it is different.

At this time, the wolves and the Tatar tribe were at war.

The Brar gray wolves are huge, each three meters high, with extremely sharp claws and fangs, and extremely fierce fighting methods. On the other side, the same is true for the war ghosts who turned into blood warriors.

The fierce fighting begins!

"The blood warrior's energy is somewhat similar to an explosion. He gains extraordinary power in a short period of time, but it consumes a lot of energy and blood. The damage to the body is very serious. Every battle will cause hidden wounds." The fight has already begun, but Enzo He was not in a hurry to join the battle, but observed silently.

How similar is the road of blood warriors to knights!
Both of them use physical training to store energy in the body and explode it in battle, but the result is that their vitality is constantly overdrawn.

"It's no wonder that in the Tatar tribe, there are no old war ghosts."

Enzo couldn't help but shook his head. He had lived in the Tatar tribe for a month, and he had never seen an old war ghost tribe. Through today's discovery, he seemed to have understood something in his heart.

The war ghosts who became blood warriors spent their entire lives in battle.

They use the power of energy and blood unrestrainedly, and the end result is death, just like a lion on the grassland, the meaning of life lies entirely in fighting.

As for the female war ghosts, they also cannot live to old age.

Because in the War Ghost Tribe, women are just like resources. They cannot decide their own destiny. After they become adults, they will be led by the leader and assigned to males as wives according to the situation.

And although it is said to be a wife, it is actually a slave.

Whenever a male war ghost dies, all his wives will be buried with him. This is the tradition of the war ghost tribe, so no matter male or female, war ghosts are not old.

"Hey! Bastard!"

Just as Enzo was thinking, an annoying voice suddenly sounded, Batur was carrying a bronze mace, with a disdainful expression on his face, he sneered, "Are you scared?"

"If you are afraid of fighting, go back quickly! A poor species like you is only worthy of being castrated and serving the tribe as a woman!"

Enzo was expressionless and gave him a cold look.

Batur's heart trembled, and he felt an inexplicable sense of fear. There was a hallucination in front of his eyes. He was clearly facing Enzo, who was only a low-born under two meters tall, but the oppressive force brought to him seemed to be no less than that of Enzo. Prehistoric behemoth.

In a trance, Batur fell into hallucinations.

His consciousness returned to the days when the Gaosuo tribe attacked the Tatar tribe three years ago. On that terrible night, the fire spread throughout the tribe, and the Gaosuo tribe rushed into the Tatar tribe, killing everything wantonly.

The young Batur hid in a corner and shivered.

"Is this the fear in your heart?"

In the same place, Enzo stroked his chin and said to himself, "Gaosuo tribe, the most powerful tribe on the plain, since they can attack the Tatar tribe, it means that they have at least one furious warrior at the level of a second-order life form!"

Boom!

At this time, there was a sound, and Batur, who fell into the hallucination of fear, passed out straight, his face was pale, but his burly body couldn't help shaking.

In the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed this place.

Enzo shook his head, ignored Batur's life and death, turned around and rushed into the battlefield, hugged a gray wolf with his bare hands, and easily pinned it down.

Bang bang bang!
With three punches in a row, Gray Wolf's skull was completely shattered, but Enzo didn't rush to get up, but continued to attack pretendingly, he didn't intend to show too much strength in this battle.

Ow!

There was another high-pitched wolf howl, and the huge gray wolf king also rushed into the battlefield. With a violent swing of his huge claws, he knocked a blood warrior into the air, and then opened his fangs and mouth, biting a blood warrior immediately. .

Whoosh!
At this time, a bronze spear flew towards him suddenly.

The Gray Wolf King threw away the blood warrior in his mouth, and then raised his sharp claws to block the attack of the bronze spear. A sliver of wisdom appeared in his vertical pupils, and he stared intently at Drogo who was walking towards him.

The first-order life form, the red-striped warrior!
As the leader of the Tatar tribe, Drogo was the only one who had the strength to fight against the Gray Wolf King, so he stood up as he deserved, picked up the bronze spear on the ground, and rushed up with a roar.

The life level of Brar Gray Wolf King can also reach the first level.

Regardless of whether it is the wolf king or Drogo, although the life level is the first level, their backward fighting methods make them unable to match the wizards of the same level no matter what. Kill them all.

Stab la la!
Drogo swung his bronze spear and rubbed against the Gray Wolf King's sharp claws, making an ear-piercing sound. The scarlet energy spread around the red-striped warrior, and the majestic force of blood suppressed the wildness of the Gray Wolf King, temporarily occupying the upper peak.

And in the distance of the plain, there is an open space.

A huge rock formed a shadow, and several figures covered in animal skin robes were quietly watching the battle not far away. Their faces were all painted with white oil paint, and their hair was combed into braids.

"To be able to suppress the Gray Wolf King, Drogo is worthy of being a blood warrior!"

Behind the rock, among the group of people with painted faces, the one-eyed man who seemed to be the leader admired in a low voice, with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes, and muttered, "I lost to this guy in the tribal war 20 years ago, So let the Tatar tribe occupy more resources."

"And now that such a long time has passed, let us have another duel, and I am afraid that I will still be the loser."

"Drogo is powerful, but so what?"

At this time, another Scarface said, "Since the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Gaosuo tribe three years ago, Drogo himself is the only one of their original three red-striped warriors!"

"And after 20 years, our Mandi tribe already has two red-striped warriors!"

"As long as we use the Braar gray wolves to weaken the Tatar tribe's strength first, or even kill Drogo directly, and wait for the subsequent harvest hunting, we can annex the Tatar tribe in one fell swoop!" Scarface's tone was a little excited.

The few people hiding behind the rocks are all from the Mandi tribe.

This is also the Warghost tribe in the Solu Plain, and it has been in a hostile relationship with the Tatar tribe decades ago. In a war 20 years ago, it was almost wiped out by the Tatar tribe. There is only one red-striped warrior left in the tribe .

However, as time goes by.

The originally powerful Tatar tribe has gradually declined after the Gaosuo tribe's crusade, but the Mandi tribe, after 20 years of cultivation, finally gave birth to the second red-striped warrior.

The Mandi Tribe is hungry for revenge, and it's up to them!

They took advantage of an opportunity to lure the gray wolves of Brar on the plain out of the Tatar tribe, intending to further weaken the strength of the Tatar tribe through the attack of the wolves, thus laying the foundation for the next plan.

"If Drogo can be killed, the Tartar Horde will be defeated!"

The one-eyed red-striped warrior grinned ferociously, and there was a gleam of fire in his eyes, but he didn't notice it at all. While the few people were talking, a crow purely made of shadows in the sky was quietly watching everything that had been issued.

(End of this chapter)