Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 462 The Firefang Mammoth

"This breath. The blood-slaying god?"

The luster in Enzo's eyes flickered slightly. Just a moment ago, he felt a powerful force emanating from the god-given stone tablet. It was one of the twin gods in the world of war ghosts, the blood-killing god.

The sacrifices of the Tatar tribe seemed to please the blood god.

Therefore, this powerful existence lowered its divine power and bestowed it on the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, covering them with this halo-like power, so that they can show stronger strength during harvest hunting.

However, this gift is not without its disadvantages.

Relying on the bestowal of the gods to obtain powerful power will not only consume their own vitality in the process, but also deepen the influence of the blood-slaughter god on them, allowing the blood-slaughter god's power to remain in the blood warrior's body like a seed.

"It's another way for the blood-slaughter god to control the world."

Enzo sighed slightly in his heart. As one of the indigenous gods in the world of war ghosts, the God of Blood Slaughter strengthened his control over the world all the time, but this behavior was understandable.

The Warrior Ghost Clan believed in the God of Blood Slaughter, and every blood warrior believed that it was an honor to sacrifice everything to the God of Blood Slaughter. Even if they knew that the gods would bestow it on them, they would stay in their bodies like seeds, and they probably wouldn't have any resistance.

"May the God of Blood Slaughter bless the Tatar tribe with a good harvest and hunting this year!"

After a long while, the sacrifice before the harvest and hunting could be over. As the leader, Drogo shouted loudly, and then turned around suddenly.

"Warriors of Tatar, let us go!"

After that, Drogo picked up the bronze spear and walked out of the tribe first, followed by the other war ghosts. Only a few people such as Karu and Batur stayed behind in the Tatar tribe to prevent the wild beasts from attacking.

Enzo walked among the crowd with a calm expression on his face.

Behind him, Batur cast a venomous gaze. The number of Tatar tribes participating in the harvest hunting is limited every year. A large part of the reason why Batur lost the hunting opportunity was also because of the appearance of Enzo.

"Hmph! Are you not reconciled?"

At this time, the lame blood warrior, Sentinel Karu suddenly spoke, looked at Batur and sneered, and said, "If you don't want to be a disgrace to the tribe, become a blood warrior as soon as possible!"

After all, Karu ignored Batur and turned back to the tribal watchtower.

Batur gritted his teeth, and secretly decided in his heart that he must become a blood warrior before Drogo and the others returned from hunting after harvest.

On the endless plain, the vegetation faintly turned yellow.

The harvest season is coming to an end, and the land will eventually be shrouded in black mist. The god of disaster and mist will return to the land. For every tribe of the War Ghosts on the Solu Plain, it will represent a disaster.

In the distance, the hunting team of the Tatar tribe moved forward slowly.

"After staying in the tribe for three months, I can finally come out to have a look." Mixed with the hunting team, Enzo walked forward without saying a word, but looked around, scanning the Solu Plain.

In the sky, shadow crows are flying.

Using the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo always pays attention to the dynamics of the plain. In a distant area, a huge monster is slowly moving forward. Its whole body is covered with long red hair, like a burning flame. Four thick oval thighs support the huge body.

"Is this the Firefang Mammoth?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

The giant beast that appeared in the vision of the shadow crow seemed to be a long-haired giant elephant with a huge body, long hair like flames, and two white ivory protruding from the corners of its mouth, which looked extremely mighty.

During the three months of living in the Tatar tribe, Enzo learned a lot of information.

Among them is the fire fang mammoth, which is a unique wilderness creature in the world of war ghosts. It is comparable to the second level. When wandering in groups on the plains, even the Gaosuo tribe would not dare to offend them easily.

However, the fire-fanged mammoth in front of him was walking alone.

His front legs were dripping with blood, as if a hole had been pierced by ivory. Every step he took seemed extremely difficult, and from time to time he let out a shrill neigh, as if expressing certain emotions.

"A fire-tusk mammoth expelled by the ethnic group!"

Enzo's eyes flashed, and he had an inference in his mind. Although the mammoths lived in groups, once the male elephants entered the estrus period, they might challenge the leader and fight for the right to mate.

If a fire-tusk mammoth can defeat the leader in battle, then it can naturally replace him, but if it fails, it will inevitably be expelled from the group by the leader.

Therefore, the vast majority of fire-tusk mammoths will never choose to challenge the leader in their lifetime, and will remain in the group at the cost of giving up the right to mate. Only a small number of mammoths will challenge the leader for the right to mate.

"what is that?"

At this time, the hunting team of the Tatar tribe had already arrived at a high slope. A blood warrior looked into the distance and suddenly found the fire-tused mammoth walking alone on the plain, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"It's a fire-tusk mammoth!"

Drogo's eyes lit up, a smile appeared on his face, and he said loudly, "And it's still injured, haha! Bless the God of Blood Slaughter, it seems that our luck in harvesting and hunting this year is really good."

The value of a fire-tusk mammoth is naturally self-evident.

As a first-order life form, the Firefang Mammoth is full of treasures, whether it is flesh or bones, are of high value, and the most precious ivory is a treasure that even the Gaosuo tribe desires.

The Tatar tribe is just a small tribe, and it needs to donate a part of tribute to the Gaosuo tribe every year. Three years ago, it was because the Tatar tribe failed to pay enough contributions that the tribe was attacked.

"Killing this fire-fanged mammoth is enough as a tribute for this year!"

Looking at the injured Firefang Mammoth in the distance, Drogo's eyes were fiery. He raised his hand and ordered the hunting team to outflank it. He had already made up his mind to take down the Firefang Mammoth.

A hunt started quietly.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were divided into three teams, two of which had ten people each, outflanking them from the left and right, while Drogo led the remaining members and rushed towards the Firefang Mammoth from the front.

Tatata!
The sound of frantic footsteps sounded, and a large group of humans suddenly appeared around it. The Firefang Mammoth was startled, but it was not afraid at all, and let out an angry hiss.

"Warriors, charge!"

Roaring and charging, Drogo waved the bronze spear in his hand, and the other blood warriors around threw their spears at the Firefang Mammoth one after another, but the metal spear hit the Firefang Mammoth, making a popping sound. , and then fell down, unable to cause damage at all.

This attack instead enraged the Firefang Mammoth.

It swung its long nose, rolled up a rock from the side, and slammed it towards the side. The huge rock flew like a meteor, and several blood warriors had no time to dodge, so they could only hold up their bronze shields to resist.

Boom!

The rock hit the bronze shield with a loud noise, and several blood warriors hiding behind also flew upside down, staggered and fell to the ground, their arms slightly bent, and blood was spitting out of their mouths.

"Get out of the way, let me come!"

Seeing that the attack of the blood warrior could not cause damage to the fire-fang mammoth, Drogo shouted loudly, ordering the others to disperse, only need to surround the fire-fang mammoth, and there is no need to go forward to attack.

Then Drogo rushed forward, roaring.

The bronze spear stabbed fiercely at the Firefang Mammoth, but it made a soft noise, and was unexpectedly blocked by the Firefang Mammoth with its hard ivory. At the same time, it opened its mouth and sprayed out a ball of flame.

Drogo stepped back quickly, but was still burned by the flames, and suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

"Can you control flames, similar to magical abilities?"

From the rear, Enzo watched the battle in front of him, with a thoughtful expression on his face. The fire-tusk mammoth could breathe fire, which already belonged to a magical ability, just like monsters in the wizarding world.

"It should be capable of more than that."

After the fire-toothed mammoth repelled Drogo by blowing fire, its huge body covered with long red hair suddenly emitted a burst of high-temperature steam, and immediately after that, its two white tusks also turned red, as if they were burning.

The next moment, the Firefang Mammoth charged at Drogo.

The two ivory seemed to be burnt red, showing fiery red, and the temperature had exceeded a certain level. Even if Drogo had a physique of a first-order life form, it seemed that he could not resist such an attack.

Therefore, Drogo can only dodge quickly.

Fortunately, the front legs of the Firefang Mammoth were injured, and the speed of movement was not fast. Drogo easily dodged the attack, and stabbed the bronze spear, leaving a bloody hole in the Firefang Mammoth's body.

Roar!
The Firefang Mammoth let out a roar, turned around and slammed into Drogo, but its huge body was not flexible, and its front legs were injured, so it couldn't catch up with Drogo at all, and was played at will like a crazy bull stand up.

"Strong physique and strength, and has the ability to spell."

Enzo stared at the Firefang Mammoth, recorded information with a chip in his heart, couldn't help but shook his head slightly, and said, "Unfortunately, it is destined to not have much wisdom due to its lack of mental power, so it can only be classified as a monster."

"However, even if the Firefang Mammoth can resist the attack of the Blood Warrior, it means that its defense is very high. If its skin can be peeled off, it should be of some value whether it is made into leather armor or wizard robes."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Enzo's face.

As a first-order life form, the Firefang Mammoth has valuable materials. If its skin is peeled off and made into wizard robes, it will not only have extremely high defensive power, but also have a trace of fire resistance.

Meanwhile, the battle ahead continues.

The Firefang Mammoth fought with Drogo, and its physical strength was rapidly exhausted. After several rounds of charges, but could not cause any damage to Drogo, the Firefang Mammoth finally gave up this behavior and stopped in place.

Bloody holes appeared on the Firefang Mammoth's body.

Such injuries may not be considered fatal to the powerful Firefang Mammoth, but they are constantly consuming it. If this continues, the Firefang Mammoth will fall down in a short time.

Roar!
After several rounds of charging, the Firefang Mammoth seemed to see this too, so it stopped in place, let out a roar, then gave up on Drogo, and charged in one direction instead.

"Stop it!"

Seeing that the Firefang Mammoth wanted to break through, Drogo shouted quickly, and the surrounding blood warriors immediately surrounded him. Facing the huge Firefang Mammoth, the Blood Warriors did not have much fear.

Bang! !

The fire-fanged mammoth's charge directly knocked one of the blood warriors into the air, but the other blood warriors waved their spears and stabbed at its injured leg, piercing the wound into the flesh and blood.

The severe pain caused the Firefang Mammoth to shake its nose, wrapping around a Blood Warrior.

Then, it swung violently, threw the blood warrior out, and slammed it heavily on the rock. The bones made a sound of shattering, and even the chest protruded, looking extremely terrifying.

"Fearless of death, eager to fight!"

Many blood warriors besieged the Firefang Mammoth, but Enzo did not make a move. Looking at the few Blood Warriors who were seriously injured by the Firefang Mammoth, a pensive expression appeared on his face, and the luster in his eyes shone slightly.

The Blood Warriors of the Warghost Clan are eager to fight and not afraid of death.

This seems to have become a tradition in every tribe. Since the birth of the male warriors, the information they have received is to fight. In their concept, the blood warriors who died in battle will return to the embrace of the blood god. Therefore, few blood warriors fear death.

"Ignorance may also be a kind of courage."

Enzo sighed in his heart, the blood warriors died in battle and returned to the arms of the blood-slaughter god. This was obviously a false message, the war ghost world was just a small world, and the blood-slaughter god was just an indigenous god.

He has no ability to open up the kingdom of God, so it is even more impossible to accept the souls of the blood warriors after they die. In this native world, death means losing the body, and the soul will disappear completely after a period of time.

Ahead, the charge of the fire-fanged mammoth seriously injured several blood warriors.

But its leg bones were injured after all, so its moving speed was slow. Under the blood warriors' fearless attack, it couldn't stand out from the encirclement at all. On the contrary, the strenuous exercise made the injuries on its body more serious.

"Forget it, let me help you."

Enzo muttered to himself, intending to end the battle as soon as possible. The magic power in his body turned into a shadow, and he attacked the fire-fanged mammoth. In the huge shadow on the ground, one thread after another changed the environment.

Immediately, the fire-fanged mammoth, which was planning to charge, suddenly fell to the ground with its huge body. After several struggles, it failed to stand up. The surrounding blood warriors immediately surrounded it, stabbing with spears one after another. .

"Get out of the way!!"

Drogo let out a roar, holding the bronze spear firmly with both hands, and leaped into the air with his legs suddenly, following the force of the fall, he stabbed at the eyeball of the fire-tusk mammoth. Piercing deeply into the flesh and blood, the fire-fanged mammoth immediately let out a mournful cry.

(End of this chapter)