Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 472 Blood Fight

"The great blood-slaying god is above!"

"The endless night is coming, fog and evil cover the earth, please the supreme ruler, the only god in the world, Lord Blood Slayer, give the Tatar tribe the power to survive the long night."

In front of the god-given stone, Drogo sang a song aloud.

On the square, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe clenched their hands into fists and tapped on their chests, while the women knelt on the ground, kissing the rocky floor tiles humblely.

"Harvest celebration, start!"

Following Drogo's series of sacrificial actions, he finally announced the start of the harvest celebration. Cheers erupted in the square, and all the Tatar tribesmen showed joyful smiles on their faces.

Except for the three women who were sacrificed!
The harvest celebration of the Tatar tribe officially started. The women of the tribe began to move in an orderly manner. A bonfire was lit, and the pickled prey began to be grilled on it.

Not long after, the fragrant barbecue smell came out.

However, after the prey on the bonfire was roasted, the blood warriors in the tribe were not in a hurry to enjoy it. Under Drogo's order, several blood warriors put a whole lamb that was roasted first and put it on the side of the god-given stone tablet. in front of three women.

This is also the tradition of the Tatar tribe!

The Harvest Ceremony is a tribal carnival, but for sacrifices, it is a day of death. Therefore, on this day, they can enjoy all treatment, including food belonging to males.

The faces of the three redheads were pale, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

Facing the roasted mutton, they didn't have any appetite, but reluctantly ate some, and then listened with sorrowful faces.

“What a savage tradition”

In the same place, Enzo couldn't help but shook his head. The act of sacrificing living people was a very normal behavior in the ancient times of the wizarding world. In the eyes of mortals, offering sacrifices to gods naturally showed absolute humility.

However, after the wizard civilization defeated the gods and became the ruler of the world, any way of offering sacrifices to the gods was abolished!
In front of the god-given stele, the three female sacrifices stopped eating.

Afterwards, the carnival of the Harvest Ceremony officially began. The people of the Tatar tribe chatted happily, and the square suddenly became lively, and the darkness was dispelled by the lit bonfires.

"Master Enzo, this is the steak I grilled."

At this time, an indigenous girl with wheat-colored skin in animal skins came over with a piece of barbecue, shyly knelt down on the ground, and a glint of expectation flashed in her eyes.

Enzo's heart skipped a beat.

This seems to be a tradition of the War Ghost clan. During the harvest celebration, girls in the tribe who have not been assigned a husband will grill steaks with their own hands and present them to their favorite male War Ghosts.

If the male war ghost eats the barbecue, it means acceptance of the other party.

Immediately afterwards, the two can leave the ceremony, find an empty stone house, and have some indescribable exchanges in it. After that, the girl will naturally become the wife of the male war ghost.

Enzo looked at the indigenous girl in front of him.

The aboriginal woman in animal skin was petite, and her skin was wheat-colored, but she gave people a healthy feeling. She had a shy expression on her face, but her bright eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Enzo, try my grilled meat!"

Suddenly, another voice rang in my ears. Wendy, carrying a piece of barbecue, quickly ran to Enzo and knelt down, and gave the indigenous girl next to her a provocative look.

The native girl frowned, but raised the tray of barbecue.

"What is this? The courtship method of women from the War Ghost Clan?"

There was a strange look on Enzo's face, and he was a little dumbfounded. Because the ratio of men to women in the war ghost tribe is seriously out of balance, in this world, most of the female war ghosts actively pursue their favorite males.

As for the female that the male war ghost takes a fancy to, if there are no other blood warriors competing, he can basically be satisfied as long as he applies to the tribal leader. As for whether the selected female is willing or not, it doesn't matter.

Looking at the two girls kneeling at his feet, Enzo shook his head.

He looked around and found that there were similar things everywhere in this square. There were many maidens without husbands in the Tatar tribe. Choose the man you like.

Among the many blood warriors in the tribe, Enzo, who only showed love to two girls, was almost the most unpopular among all the males. There were at least three native girls kneeling at the feet of the others, and as the leader, Drogo, beside him He even surrounded more than a dozen indigenous girls, all of whom were about the same age as his daughter.

The war ghosts worship the strong, both men and women.

Enzo hesitated, reached out his hand from Wendy's tray, pinched a piece of barbecue and put it into his mouth. The sweet-looking girl suddenly had a bright smile on her face, and a shyness flashed in her eyes.

Next to her, another indigenous woman looked disappointed, but then she recovered and turned around to leave. The reason why she chose Enzo at the harvest celebration was not because she had too much affection for Enzo, but because she knew that she had just joined the Tatar tribe. Enzo, who has no wife by his side, may get more attention if he can become the first wife of the other party.

"Enzo, are we going there?"

Wendy was still kneeling on the ground, holding the barbecue tray with both hands. Under the light of the bonfire, her face was flushed, she bit her lips lightly, and looked at the stone house not far away.

According to the tradition of the War Ghost Clan, the male who has tasted the barbecue sent by the girl means accepting the other party as his wife.

A smile appeared on Enzo's face, and he stretched out his hand to lift Wendy who was kneeling.

The other party was nestled in Enzo's arms like a kitten, and was about to walk towards the stone house not far away, when a tall figure suddenly appeared and blocked them.

"Batur?" Enzo frowned.

The figure blocking their way was none other than Batur, who had just become a blood warrior. He put his hands on his chest, with a malicious smile on his face, and glanced coldly at Enzo and Wendy.

"Hey! Bastard!"

Batur raised his head and said provocatively, "I heard that you performed well in this year's harvest hunting, and you also became a blood warrior?"

"How about it? Do you dare to compete with me!"

When the gray wolves attacked the tribe in Brar, Batur was hypnotized by witchcraft and fell into a coma, but Enzo kept fighting and repelled the wolves together with other blood warriors in the tribe.

Because of this incident, Enzo was accepted by the Tatar tribe, but Batur became a disgrace to the tribe and was even punished.

For Batur, this incident was more uncomfortable than death.

Therefore, he, who did not participate in the harvest ceremony, practiced desperately beside the stele bestowed by the gods, and finally became a blood warrior. In order to wash away the shame of the past, he couldn't wait to find Enzo.

"You want to fight with me?" Enzo frowned.

"That's right! A battle between blood warriors!" Batur deliberately raised his voice to attract the attention of everyone in the square.

Not far away, Drogo frowned slightly.

"Batur, what are you doing?" He walked over with a frown.

"Uncle Drogo, please allow me to have a fight with Enzo!" Batur said with a serious face, "Let the great blood-killing god witness that Batur is also a warrior of the Tatar tribe, and use this to cleanse me The shame of the past."

"Battle with blood! Never die!"

Following Batur's high-pitched shouts, the square fell silent, and the blood warriors in the tribe whispered, seemingly surprised by Batur's behavior.

"Battle with blood?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

When the battle between the blood warriors was crowned as the blood god, the nature seemed to change, especially during the harvest celebration.

The Zhangui tribe advocates force, and males spend almost their entire lives fighting.

And the blood-killing gods they believe in also appreciate warriors who dare to fight. Therefore, during the harvest celebration sacrifices, some large tribes, in addition to offering living women as sacrifices, will also let blood warriors fight in blood.

To please the **** of blood by fighting!

The Tatar tribe has not held a blood fight sacrifice for decades. Although this method can win the joy of the blood-slaughter god, after a battle, the tribe will definitely lose a blood warrior, which is undoubtedly a loss.

"Batur, don't mess around!" Drogo scolded coldly.

Although blood fighting sacrifices are also a tradition of the War Ghost Clan, this kind of behavior generally only occurs in large tribes, because powerful tribes have many blood warriors, and it doesn't matter if a few die.

But the Tatar tribe is different.

Since being attacked by the Gaosuo tribe three years ago, the Tatar tribe has been weakening. After this year's harvest and hunting, the number of blood warriors in the tribe has been reduced to less than a hundred.

Under such circumstances, every blood warrior becomes extremely precious.

Drogo was naturally unwilling to hold blood fight sacrifices and let the blood warriors in the tribe kill each other, even if this way was easier to please the blood god.

"Uncle Drogo, I'm not fooling around!"

Batur shook his head stubbornly, and said in a deep voice, "Blood fighting sacrifices have always been the tradition of our war ghost clan. According to the rules of the Tatar tribe, even you, the leader, have no right to stop it."

"Unless this bad guy doesn't dare to fight me bloody!"

"However, if that's the case, this bastard must give up Wendy and make her my wife!"

As he spoke, Batur looked at Enzo provocatively.

Drogo's face darkened, and Batur's words made him very dissatisfied, but the behavior of the other party was indeed the tradition of the War Ghost Clan, and even as the leader, he had no right to forcibly stop it.

Blood fight sacrifices are performed at the Harvest Ceremony to please the blood-slaughter god.

This kind of behavior has always been regarded as an honor in the War Ghost tribe, and no one can object unless one party refuses.

"How? Bad breed!"

Batur was condescending, and said with a sinister smile, "If you're afraid, I won't make things difficult for you, but you must hand over Wendy to me!"

Enzo was expressionless, looking at Batur, as if looking at a mentally handicapped person.

He wasn't even a red-striped warrior. In the world of wizards, Enzo could instantly kill him with a single glance. Even now, Enzo's strength has not fully recovered, but killing him is as easy as crushing a bug.

"Okay, I accept your challenge."

After a long while, Enzo sighed faintly. Originally, after leaving the nightmare mark on Batur, he was no longer willing to pay attention to him, but now that this guy is looking for his own death, Enzo doesn't mind helping him.

"Okay! I hope you don't regret it!" A stern look appeared on Batur's face.

For him, the bloodbath at the Harvest Ceremony was an opportunity to wash away his shame. Only by using blood and death could he regain the respect of the tribe, and even untangle himself from becoming a red-striped warrior in the future.

Beside, Drogo frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.

Although the blood fight sacrifice is a tradition of the War Ghost Clan, it has not been held in the Tatar tribe for many years. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, the Tatar tribe will lose a blood warrior.

As the leader, Drogo naturally didn't want to see such a scene.

However, after Batur initiated a blood fight challenge and Enzo chose to accept it, this battle may have already been watched by the blood god, so it is impossible to change anything.

So Batur and Enzo came to the center of the square.

The two stood in front of the god-given stele. Under the watchful eyes of all the Tatar tribe, the leader Drogo announced the start of the bloody battle.

"The shame can only be washed away by blood!"

As the bloody battle began, Batur let out a roar, and blood-red energy radiated from his tall body, charging like a wild beast.

Bang!
Neither of the two in the bloody fight used weapons. Batur descended like a tiger, leaping into the air with his legs, and then fell with his hands into claws, but was dodged by Enzo sideways and hit the ground hard.

There was a deep pit and crack on the ground paved with stone slabs.

On the spot, Enzo frowned slightly, but his eyes did not look at Batur who was not far away, but at the god-given stone tablet in front of him, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Is this breath the blood-killing god?" Enzo murmured in his heart.

Just a few minutes ago, after Drogo announced the start of the bloodbath, Enzo suddenly felt a breath descending on the god-given stone tablet, which was very similar to the situation when the Pulamo tribe was invaded by the evil.

"The blood fight sacrifice of the War Ghost Clan is to please the God of Blood Slaughter."

Enzo's eyes flickered, and he thought about it, "It seems that after Batur launched the challenge of the blood fight, the God of Blood Slaughter has noticed the Tatar tribe, so he deliberately lowered a divine sense to watch the battle."

The Harvest Celebration is the grandest traditional festival of the War Ghost Clan.

The main meaning of this festival is to sacrifice to the God of Blood Slaughter. Therefore, during the harvest celebration, the possibility that the War Ghost Tribe will receive the attention of the Blood Slaughter God is extremely high.

However, in this world, there are tens of thousands of warrior tribes.

However, there is only one Blood Slaughter God, and it is impossible for him to pay attention to all the tribes. Therefore, only tribes with special circumstances will receive the attention of the Blood Slaughter God. As for the way he pays attention, it is the god-given stone tablet of each tribe.

The god-given steles that guarded the Zhangui tribe were the medium through which the Blood Slaughter God communicated with the world, and also the means by which he monitored everything.

(End of this chapter)