Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 460 Rewards and Punishments
"Mandy Tribe?"

Enzo pressed Brar Gray Wolf on the ground, but his thoughts changed in his mind, and the luster in his eyes flickered slightly.

In the sky, the shadow crow looked down.

Using the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo found several people behind the rock. According to the conversation in their mouths, he immediately understood that the reason why the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Braar gray wolves was because of the conspiracy of the Mandi tribe.

Meanwhile, the fighting continued.

Ow!

Brar Gray Wolf King let out a howl. It was suppressed by Drogo, and it jumped up suddenly. Its huge body was hard against the bronze spear, and Drogo was pressed to the ground with the pierced wound.

Immediately afterwards, the nearby Brar gray wolves must at the same time.

As if summoned by the wolf king, they roared and rushed towards Drogo, and in a moment they rushed into a pile of wolves, pressing the red-striped warrior tightly.

Although the Brar gray wolf is a beast, it also possesses a certain amount of wisdom.

They are well aware of the strength of the red-striped warrior, so all the gray wolves work together to kill Drogo first under the leadership of the wolf king.

Several gray wolves bit Drogo's hands and feet separately, immobilizing him.

A trace of cruelty flashed in Gray Wolf King's eyes, he raised his sharp claws suddenly, and then grabbed Drogo fiercely. The sharp claws shone with a cold light, as if they could tear Drogo's body apart in one fell swoop.

"Go away!!"

At this time, Drogo let out a roar, and the power of Qi and blood in his body gushed out like a fountain, forming an air wave in an instant and flying all the surrounding gray wolves away, and then grabbed the bronze spear and swung it towards the gray wolf king.

Bang!
With a loud bang, the gray wolf king's huge head was directly tilted by Drogo, and several teeth flew out.

Ow!

The Gray Wolf King turned his head abruptly, two teeth in his lower jaw were broken, and an angry gleam appeared in the wolf's pupils, and he let out a high-pitched roar.

"The gray wolf king is going crazy!"

Behind the rocks in the distance, the eyes of Scarface flashed, and he lowered his body. The injured beast was the most dangerous. At this time, the Gray Wolf King was completely enraged, and his pupils were full of bloodthirsty luster.

"Warriors, kill these beasts!"

On the other side, Drogo got up from the ground, one arm was slightly bent, as if it had been bitten by a wolf and broke off, but his chest was red, the blood streaks were shining with luster, and the majestic blood force gushed out crazily.

"Blessing of the God of Blood Slaughter!"

"Guard the tribe!"

"Long live Tatar!"

The warriors of the War Ghost Clan let out a roar, and fought against the wolves even more bravely. They killed the gray wolves in a short time, regaining the upper hand, and the fierce fighting seemed to be coming to an end.

At the same time, Drogo also rushed to the Gray Wolf King.

The leader of the Tatar tribe and the head wolf of the Brar wolf pack, the battle between them can decide everything, so they are also concerned by the Mandi tribe behind the rock.

"bring it on!"

Drogo's eyes were burning with fighting intent, and with his other intact arm, he held the bronze spear tightly, charging like a drum, and rushed towards the wolf king not far away.

Not to be outdone, the Gray Wolf King swung his sharp claws to fight back.

Stab la la!
The bronze spear rubbed against the sharp claws, making another ear-piercing sound. The red-striped warrior who exploded at full strength confronted the gray wolf king, and the first-order life forms collided. It seemed that the two sides could not do anything to each other in a short time.

"It's really a boring battle."

In the corner, Enzo shook his head slightly after crushing the skull of a gray wolf. Looking at the battle between the Gray Wolf King and Drogo, a trace of disinterest appeared on his face. Both the skills and techniques are too primitive.

But this is also normal, after all, this is only an indigenous world.

Even if there are gods in the world of war ghosts, the power that mortals can control is destined not to be too powerful. The battle between Drogo and the Gray Wolf King has almost no skill at all. The two sides compete more for physical strength.

"Forget it, let's end it as soon as possible."

Enzo felt a little bored. Watching the battle between Drogo and the Gray Wolf King, a silver luster appeared in his eyes, and the invisible spiritual power spread, turning into a sharp cone that the naked eye could not see through, directly piercing into the Gray Wolf King's mind .

Ow! ! !

In an instant, the Gray Wolf King uttered a shrill scream. Drogo saw the timing, his eyes lit up, and he charged quickly. The bronze spear in his hand stabbed fiercely, piercing the Gray Wolf King's head in an instant.

"Nice job, Drogo!" shouted one of the Warghosts.

Having been pierced through the head by the bronze spear, even the Gray Wolf King would surely die. The huge corpse fell to the ground. As Drogo pulled out the spear, a large stream of blood flowed out from the round hole, staining the ground below.

A smile appeared on Drogo's face, but then he was a little puzzled.

The gray wolf king's fighting power was astonishing, but he suddenly showed his flaws just now, which seemed a bit abnormal, but Drogo didn't think too much about it, because the battle was not over yet.

"Warriors, kill!" Drogo yelled.

Afterwards, he continued to fight. With the help of the red-striped warriors, the war ghosts of the Tatar tribe quickly slaughtered the wolves. Only a few gray wolves fled with their tails between their legs, unable to pose any threat.

"The God of Blood Slaughter!"

"Tatar tribe!"

The war ghosts defeated the wolves and roared excitedly. Drogo also stepped on the body of the gray wolf king and kept waving his bronze spear.

Enzo, on the other hand, seemed very low-key, using the shadow of the crow to stare down.

In the distance, behind the rocks.

"Damn it, it's really useless!" Scarface cursed.

"As expected of Drogo, he is still so powerful!" The one-eyed leader sighed, with an inexplicable expression on his face, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that our plan failed this time because we were able to kill the Gray Wolf King alone."

"Hmph! It doesn't matter if you don't kill Drogo."

At this time, Scarface spoke again, saying, "Anyway, this attack by the wolves has already caused enough damage to the Tatar tribe, and even Drogo was injured. Our goal has been achieved."

"There are not many days before the harvest hunting. Drogo's injuries will definitely not fully recover. As long as we find the right time, we can also deal a fatal blow to the Tatar tribe!"

"As for now, let's go back to the tribe as soon as possible!"

The one-eyed leader nodded slightly, then got up quietly, leaving the range of the Tatar tribe with a scarred face and the rest of the oil-painted natives.

"Mandi tribe, harvest and hunt!" Enzo's eyes flashed.

The shadow crow was still looking down, and after the Mandi tribe left, it quietly followed. Now that he knew the existence of the Mandi tribe, Enzo naturally wanted to keep abreast of their movements.

two hours later.

The Braar gray wolf group had been eliminated. Under the leadership of the leader Drogo, the blood warriors dragged all the gray wolf corpses back to the tribe, and at the same time began to count the casualties and battle achievements.

"Today's wolf pack attack, we lost three warriors!"

In the center of the Tatar tribe, in an open space, all the gray wolf corpses were piled up into a hill, and the corpses of three male warriors were also placed aside.

"The blood warriors who died in battle will return to the embrace of the blood god!"

Drogo said loudly, then raised the torch in his hand, and set the corpses of the three Warghosts on fire, as if performing some kind of sacred ceremony. The surrounding Warghosts all stared ahead silently.

Crackling!

As the three corpses were ignited and there was a burning sound, Drogo held a tribal funeral for the three blood warriors who died in battle. God's embrace.

And as for their wives, they will also be buried later!

When it was all over, Drogo turned around.

"Karu, how did you perform in today's battle?"

Next to him, Karu, who had been staying on the tower as a sentinel, glanced at the warriors, with a serious expression on his face.

"The fight against the wolves, everyone did well!"

Karoo nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, "I have recorded the gray wolves killed by everyone, as well as their contributions in the battle, and the leader Drogo will distribute the rewards for you later."

"However, there are two people who need special mention!"

As he spoke, Karu frowned, and suddenly strode forward, passed through many war ghosts, dragged Batur, who was lying on the ground unconscious, roughly, and slapped two big mouths unceremoniously.

"Uh what's going on? What happened!"

Batur woke up from a deep sleep, looked around blankly, and found that the war ghosts around him were all staring at him, and he was shocked.

"What's the matter with me?" Batur was confused.

He only remembered that the Blair gray wolves were attacking the tribe, and he was resisting the warriors of the tribe, but suddenly he felt his eyes go dark, and then he lost consciousness and fell into a complete coma.

When I woke up again, it was all over.

"Batur, a coward, actually escaped by pretending to be asleep in the battle against the wolves, which is simply a disgrace to the Tatar tribe!" Kalu roared loudly, and threw Batur hard to the ground.

Drogo frowned slightly, and his face was a little gloomy.

During the process of resisting the wolves just now, he also noticed that Batur had been lying on the ground, looking as if he was asleep.

"Pretending to be asleep to avoid fighting?!" Batur exclaimed in shock, "I didn't!"

"Dare to argue?"

Karu sneered and said, "I have been observing the battle just now from the tower. Every warrior in the tribe is fighting desperately. Only you hide on the ground and pretend to be asleep. Am I going to lie?"

"Batur, you coward!"

"Shame on the Tatar tribe!"

"Yeah, I saw it too, Batur has been lying on the ground pretending to sleep!"

The surrounding war ghosts were all talking and accusing Batur, which immediately made him speechless. Finally, under Drogo's order, Karoo took out a long whip full of thorns and lashed at Batur. up.

clap clap clap!
It took a full [-] lashes before the tribe's punishment was over. Batur's back was bloody and his face was extremely pale. Ever since he was cursed by the nightmare, he had been in a weak state. After being punished now, it was even worse. .

"How could this be?" Batur wailed in his heart.

Then, Drogo ordered Batur to be dragged down, tied up with a barbed hemp rope, and hoisted to a ten-meter-high stake as another punishment for his escape from the fight this time.

"Batur escaped the battle, it is a disgrace to the tribe!"

After hoisting Batur to the stake, Karu turned his head, with a smile on his face, and said, "However, in this battle, there is also a warrior in the tribe, and he is Enzo!"

Following Karu's words, everyone turned their attention to Enzo.

"Although Enzo is just a bad breed, in this battle, he has already proved himself with his actions. He is a qualified ghost fighter. He killed two Brar gray wolves by himself!"

Karu looked at Enzo and said, "I've been paying attention to Enzo from the beginning of the battle just now. Although he is not yet a blood warrior, he has the spirit of fighting bravely and not fearing death!"

"I believe that Enzo will become a blood warrior sooner or later!"

The surrounding war ghosts hammered their chests one after another and gave Enzo admiring glances. The war ghost tribe advocates force, and only warriors who are not afraid of death and fighting can win their respect.

"Enzo's performance today is indeed beyond my expectation!"

At this time, Drogo also spoke, and said in a deep voice, "Although Brar gray wolf is not a powerful wild beast, it is also very dangerous for people who are not blood warriors."

"You were able to kill two Brar gray wolves by yourself. Obviously, you have gone through a life-and-death battle and paid the price of life and death!"

"Such courage will surely bring you success!"

"If you are not a bad breed, maybe you can become a red-striped warrior in the future, what a pity"

Drogo sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Afterwards, he raised his head again, and said in a deep voice, "No matter how you say it, the warriors who fight bloody for the tribe are worthy of the tribe's reward. I declare that starting today, Enzo will officially become a member of the Tatar tribe."

"At the same time, the tribe's restrictions on you will also be lifted!"

"Whether you become a blood warrior within half a year or not, the Tatar tribe will treat you like a male. May you be blessed by the blood-slaying god and go forward bravely in future battles!" Drogo said solemnly.

Enzo's brave performance today made the Tatar tribe officially accept him.

The previous test no longer exists, and within the next six months, no matter whether he becomes a blood warrior or not, he will not be castrated, and the Tatar tribe will treat him like a male.

But if Enzo wants to multiply his blood, he still needs to become a blood warrior.

"Thank you, Chief Drogo!" Enzo said in a deep voice.

The battle against the wolves was over, and the Tatar tribe rewarded them for their meritorious deeds. The drowsy Batur was punished as a shame, while Enzo, who killed two gray wolves, was rewarded by the tribe.

Afterwards, Karoo continued to announce rewards and punishments.

According to the performance of the tribal warriors in the battle just now, Drogo gave them different rewards. It was a kind of metal similar to shells, which seemed to be a trading currency in the world of the War Ghost Clan.

"This is your reward, take it."

Drogo gave Enzo some shell metal as a reward for killing two gray wolves. Enzo looked at the shell metal in his hand and learned that this kind of thing was called [iron shell], and it was used for trade on the Solu Plain. The common currency, a few iron shells in his hand are enough to buy a female war ghost as his wife.

(End of this chapter)