Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 465 Evil
"Mundys, you're damned!"

Seeing that the blood warrior of the Tatar tribe was killed, Drogo's eyes were about to burst, he let out a roar, and swept the bronze spear in his hand.

Stab la la!
Facing Drogo's burst of qi and blood, Orenze was not afraid at all, the power of qi and blood in his body burst out instantly, and the two short knives worked together to block the attack.

"Drogo! Show me!"

Orenze smiled grimly, and said, "I want you to see with your own eyes that the people of the Tatar tribe were killed one by one! Just like what happened to our Mandi tribe twenty years ago!"

Drogo was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

He and Aurunze are also three-blood red-striped warriors, and their strengths are comparable, so it is not easy to solve each other. What's more, Aurunze at this time wants to delay time and doesn't give Drogo a chance at all. Support the other Blood Warriors of the Tatar Horde.

In a moment, more than a dozen blood warriors in the Tatar tribe were injured, and three blood warriors were beheaded to death by Beru with a machete.

"If this continues, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe will probably all be killed?" Enzo casually fought with a Mandi, but his thoughts kept changing.

"Forget it, let's do it."

"Otherwise, the Tatar tribe will be killed, and I will have to find a shelter again, but even if I make a move, it won't cause too much commotion."

On the spot, Enzo knocked back the enemy with a punch.

Then, the silvery luster in his eyes flickered, and his mental power turned into a soul thorn, piercing into the mind of Orenze in the distance like a sharp cone.

"Uh... ah!!"

Orenze, who was wrestling with Drogo's bronze spear with two knives between them, suddenly had a trace of pain on his face, then became ferocious, and finally let out an extremely shrill scream.

Drogo was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly realized that he seized the opportunity and stabbed the bronze spear into Orenze's chest fiercely.

Pfft!

The bronze spear pierced into the flesh, but was firmly clamped by Orenze. Immediately afterwards, he burst out with all his energy and blood, and let out a roar from his mouth.

"Go away!"

With a roar, Orenze raised his feet suddenly, and the bronze spear was forced out of his chest, and a large stream of blood immediately gushed out and swayed on the ground.

On the other side, Drogo steadied himself.

Seeing that Orenze was seriously injured, of course he would not waste the opportunity, holding the bronze spear tightly with both hands, and charged towards the enemy again.

"Fury blood burst!"

Orenze let out a suppressed growl, and grabbed a short knife with both hands, and the blood spurted out from his chest more quickly, turning into pure energy and blood, condensing on the two knives.

brush!
The violent power of Qi and blood turned into a slash, forcing the attacking Drogo back, making him unable to get even half a step closer.

Blood skill, angry blood burst!

This is an ability released by the power of qi and blood, somewhat similar to a knight's combat skill, but its flaw is also very obvious, that is, the overdrawing of vitality.

After Orenze released the angry blood again, his face suddenly became extremely pale, and his originally burly and tall body became stooped, and the wound on his chest was bleeding even more.

"Uncle Orenze!"

On the side, Beru shouted in a hurry. He didn't care about the massacre of the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, and immediately rushed to Orenze's side, swinging his machete to repel Drogo who was attacking.

"How could this be?" Orenze's face turned pale.

Just now, he was clearly evenly matched with Drogo, holding him back tightly, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, and even lost his mind briefly, so Drogo seized the opportunity.

Now, he is seriously injured and weak.

If he continues to fight alone, Orenze is obviously not Drogo's opponent, so he can only join forces with the two-blooded red-striped warrior Beru, but in this case, the original plan is disrupted.

Aurense's eyes flashed with resignation.

For the Mandi tribe, they have been planning for too long for today. As long as Orenze can hold Drogo for a while, Beru can take advantage of the red-striped warriors and kill all the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe. The two then teamed up to take on Drogo.

In at most three hours, the Mandi tribe can kill all the hunting teams of the Tatar tribe, thus completely eliminating such an enemy.

Now, however, the plan fell through.

Orenze was injured, so he had to join forces with Beru to deal with Drogo. The confrontation between the three red-striped warriors meant that the two tribes could only let others fight each other.

"Give it up, Orenze!"

At this time, Drogo, who was about to attack, suddenly stopped in place, and said in a deep voice, "Continue to fight, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe will only suffer losses in the end, which will affect the harvest and hunting of both sides!"

"Whatever animosity we have, how about waiting until next year's recovery season?"

Orenze's face was gloomy, and he was struggling constantly.

The Mandi tribe has waited too long for the best chance to destroy the Tatar tribe, but they were injured due to their own negligence, should they just give up?
"Stop dreaming, Drogo!"

Before Orenze could make up his mind, Beru on the side suddenly opened his mouth and growled, "From the moment the Tatar tribe stepped into the wild forest hunting ground, the outcome is already doomed. We have twice as many people as you. Victory is guaranteed." Belongs to the Mandi Tribe!"

"go to hell!"

With a low growl, Beru had already rushed towards Drogo, and a layer of crimson energy and blood emerged from the huge machete, tearing the air apart.

Clang!

Drogo raised his bronze spear to block, and the two weapons made a metallic sound when they collided. Seeing that Beru had already launched an attack, Orenze could only grit his teeth and growl.

Apparently, he, too, has made a decision.

Although the original plan was disrupted, the Mandi tribe still has the advantage in numbers. As long as Orenze and Beru join forces and pay a certain price, they can still win the Tatar tribe.

In an instant, the battle broke out again.

Beru, Orenze and Drogo, the three red-striped warriors confronted each other in an open space. The surrounding blood warriors did not dare to approach. The powerful qi and blood vibrated, making the air tremble.

In the surrounding area, the blood warriors of the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe also started a more intense fight.

"Aren't you going to give up yet?"

In the same place, Enzo's eyes turned cold. Orenze's injury did not break the determination of the Mandi tribe. They seemed to have decided to fight for both losses, and they also wanted to keep the hunting team of the Tatar tribe.

Thinking of this, Enzo snorted coldly in his heart.

"Go to hell, you brat of the Tatar tribe!" At this moment, not far away, a scarred and bloody warrior from the Mandi tribe rushed over like a wolf, waving the bronze scimitar in his hand.

"Enzo, be careful!"

"Quickly open!"

The exclamation of the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe came from the side, but Enzo's feet remained motionless, as if he had been frightened stupidly by outsiders.

"It's pathetic."

Scarface grinned grinningly, and said with a grin, "Since being crusaded by the Gaosuo people three years ago, the Tatar tribe has really gone into decline. Harvest hunting has even sent out bad species!"

Looking at the motionless Enzo, Scarface seemed to be able to imagine the scene when he chopped off his head with two knives.

But the next moment, Enzo moved.

The blood-red energy spread out from the body like mist, Enzo's aura changed in vain, and the muscles in both arms tensed up instantly.

boom!
Immediately afterwards, Enzo threw out a fist, and the power of blood attached to the fist, and slammed on Scarface's chest, causing the bones to shatter.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Scarface's chest sank deeply, and the ferocious smile on his face froze, and then turned into an expression of pain.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and Scarface flew upside down, hitting a place ten meters away, motionless.

"Blood Warrior?"

"Enzo, have you made a breakthrough?"

Surrounded by exclamations from Tatar tribesmen, several blood warriors looked at Enzo in disbelief with surprise on their faces.

A deformed scum turned into a blood warrior?

This kind of situation has actually happened in the Solu Plain, but the possibility is very small, almost reaching the level of less than one in a thousand.

"Life and death in battle, this is a lucky breakthrough!" Facing the inquiries of the surrounding Tatar tribesmen, Enzo had a simple and honest expression on his face, and scratched his head with some gratitude.

Afterwards, it was too late for others to continue to ask questions. The blood warriors of the surrounding Mandi tribe had rushed up again, and the Tatar tribe had no choice but to fight.

"Soul power!"

The silver luster in Enzo's eyes flickered again, and his mental power spread like water waves. The blood warriors of the surrounding Mandi tribe screamed and covered their heads in pain.

Soul power belongs to the range of spiritual attacks. It is used under normal circumstances and cannot distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. However, Enzo has already been promoted to the third-level wizard, and he has already controlled the spiritual power like a command.

Therefore, the original ranged mental attack became an attack only aimed at the Mandi people, and the blood warriors of the surrounding Tatar tribes were not affected at all.

"what happened?"

Seeing the painful expressions of the Mandi people, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were very puzzled, but they quickly reacted and seized this opportunity.

"Damn!!"

Orenze, who was fighting fiercely with Drogo, suddenly had his eyes open, and the mental power attack that could not be detected by the naked eye affected the Mandi people, so they were massacred by the Tatar tribe.

Within moments, more than a dozen Mandi people had been killed.

And this is just the beginning!
The Tatar tribe had Enzo in command, so even though they were outnumbered, they still had the upper hand and completely suppressed the Mandi tribe.

"Within ten minutes, kill all the Mandi people."

In the same place, Enzo casually entangled with a Mandy blood warrior, but secretly decided in his heart, using the attack of soul power, this battle will end soon, and the victory will naturally belong to the Tatar tribe.

"Sacrifice! It's a sacrifice!"

Seeing that the Mandi people were easily slaughtered, and recalling his previous experience, Orenze suddenly yelled and roared, "Everyone, retreat! There is an evil in the Tatar tribe!"

After all, Orenze burst out with blood, and the two knives repelled Drogo's bronze spear.

Next to him, Beru's expression also changed.

Evil, a very rare profession.

The world of war ghosts advocates force, but it is not without spellcasters. It is said that some war ghosts are born with many strange abilities, so they are called evil spirits.

"Evil?"

Hearing Orenze's shout, not only Mandi tribesmen, but even Drogo was startled, and couldn't help looking at Enzo.

In the world of war ghosts, the number of evil spirits is rare.

They have weird abilities, and they will only be born of bad species.

Maybe it's the rules of the world?
The deformed children who are called inferior species are extremely difficult to cultivate qi and blood. Few of them can become blood warriors, but they may awaken their supernatural powers and become evil people who turn people's faces.

It stands to reason that evils may be born among inferior species, and evils have special abilities. The attitude of the tribe towards inferior species should be friendly, but in fact it is not the case.

Although the inferior species may become evils, the evils who possess special abilities will not become the tribe's reliance, but will only bring disasters, because the evils are the most vulnerable group.

In the world of war ghosts, depravity means falling into the embrace of the god of disaster. This is something that any war ghost would despise. It is precisely because of this that the war ghost tribe's attitude towards inferior species is very cruel.

Even like the Gaosuo tribe, once they find a bad species, they will immediately fall to death, because every tribe is afraid of the appearance of evil, and they will become the minions of the god of disaster, bringing terrible disasters to the tribe.

"Evil?"

Sensing Drogo's gaze, Enzo frowned slightly and said, "Is it the name of the spellcaster in this world?"

After traveling through the world of war ghosts for three months, this was the first time Enzo had heard of Xie Yi, and when he talked with Wendy, the other party never mentioned it.

This is mainly because the Evil One is a taboo in any tribe, and every Evil One born will eventually become the minion of the God of Calamity, bringing disaster to the tribe.

Following Orenze's exclamation, the originally chaotic situation froze, and the Mandi people began to retreat one after another as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

At this moment, the ground suddenly trembled.

The Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe all turned their gazes in one direction, and suddenly saw the dust flying on the ground, and huge monsters appeared on the plain.

"That's... a herd of fire-fanged mammoths!?"

Orenze's eyes widened, and he quickly shouted loudly, "Everyone, get out of here!"

After all, he led the people of the Mandi tribe and quickly retreated towards the rear. Under the current situation, the plan of the Mandi tribe has obviously failed. In the case of the suspected appearance of evil spirits in the Tatar tribe, the Mandi tribe has no reason at all. Chance to take them down.

And it just so happened that the Firefang Mammoth herd suddenly appeared. In order to avoid more serious losses, Orenze, as the leader, decisively led the tribe to retreat.

"Let's go too!"

Seeing that the Mandi tribe disappeared into the distance, Drogo breathed a sigh of relief, and then waved his hand to signal everyone to stay away from this area first, so as to avoid being affected by the fire-fanged mammoths migrating on the plain.

In a moment, on the wide plain, the Tatar and Mandi tribes who were fighting each other retreated in different directions.

(End of this chapter)