Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 475

Herod! !

A sharp neighing sound from horses interrupted Enzo's thoughts, followed by the sound of footsteps outside, Enzo pushed the door and walked out, and found that the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were all running outside.

"What's going on?" Enzo asked a blood warrior.

"It's the Gaosuo tribe!"

At this time, Drogo came out from the second-floor stone building next to him, and said in a deep voice, "It's the Gaosuo tribe who came to collect this year's offerings."

"Gaosuo tribe?" Enzo's eyes flashed.

After traveling through the world of war ghosts, he has heard the term Gaosuo tribe many times. It is the most powerful force in the entire Solu Plain. Three years ago, it attacked the Tatar tribe, causing the originally powerful Tatar to decline.

As the rulers of the plain, the Gaosuo tribe collects tribute from all the tribes on the plain every year, and this year is no exception, but what surprised Drogo is that according to the rules of previous years, the Gaosuo tribe would appear after the harvest celebration .

This year, it seems to be a lot earlier!

Not long after, Drogo and Enzo came to the gate of the Tatar tribe. In the open space in front of the tribe, they saw a group of Gaussians. The leader was riding a three-meter-high monster with a head resembling a combination of a horse and a wolf. The hissing sound came from its mouth.

Giant wolf foal, a rare beast that can be domesticated.

The Caucasian riding on the giant wolf colt was named Hatton. There were three blood-colored stripes on his bare upper body chest, representing his identity as a three-blood red-striped warrior, and he was holding a bronze axe in his hand.

"Long time no see, Drogo!"

The red-striped warrior Hatton, riding on the giant wolf colt, looked down at Drogo, with a slightly ferocious smile on his face, and said, "You haven't become a four-blooded red-striped warrior for so long. Useless trash!"

Drogo looked ugly, but he didn't dare to refute.

Although both of them are three-blood red-striped warriors, Hatton represents the Gaosuo tribe. Any resistance or provocation may be punished by the Gaosuo tribe. Everything that happened three years ago is a bloody lesson.

"Welcome to the Tatar tribe, Emissary of Hatton."

Drogo took a deep breath, lowered his head deeply, and said respectfully, "The Tatar tribe's tribute for this year is ready."

Saying that, Drogo beckoned.

In the Tatar tribe, several blood warriors worked together to pull a cart. On it was the huge corpse of a fire-fanged mammoth. It had been dead for more than a month, but the fire-fanged mammoth showed no signs of corruption.

This is mainly because the surface of the Firefang Mammoth's skin is coated with a resin-like mucus that can act as a preservative.

"Fire-tusk mammoth?"

Hutton's eyes flashed, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "To be able to hunt such wild beasts, it seems that the Tatar tribe has good luck in this year's harvest hunting."

Drogo gave a wry smile and shook his head slightly.

In this year's harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe, the only precious prey was this fire-tusk mammoth, which had to be presented as a tribute to the powerful Gaosuo tribe in the end.

"This fire-fanged mammoth is the tribute that the Tatar tribe presented to the Gaosu tribe this year!" Drogo said.

Hatton raised his lips, shook his head and said, "Not enough."

"What?" Drogo was taken aback, and quickly said: "Envoy Hatton, you have to see clearly, this desolate beast is a complete mammoth with fire teeth, can't it be used as a tribute to the Gaosuo tribe? "

"I can't say enough!"

Hatton's expression turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Master O'Karen ordered that the Tatar Tribe's tribute be doubled this year. Apart from this fire-tusk mammoth, you also need to present other tributes."

"Double the tribute!?"

Drogo gasped, with a hint of anger on his face, and said, "There is no such rule on the Solu Plain. The Tatar tribe has already prepared tributes. Why does the Gaosuo tribe demand double the tribute?"

"Rules?" Hatton sneered, and said quietly, "In the Solu Plain, the Gaosuo tribe is the rule. Hasn't the crusade three years ago made the Tatar tribe understand this?"

After saying that, Hatton raised the giant ax in his hand.

The fifty blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe behind them all raised their spears and pointed their sharp spear points at the Tatar tribe. They seemed to disagree, and they were ready to start a war.

Drogo paled suddenly.

The oppression brought by the Gaosuo tribe made him feel a little fear. The crusade against the Tatar tribe three years ago still made Drogo vivid. Even though Hatton in front of him only brought fifty blood warriors, but standing Behind him is the entire Gaosu tribe.

Drogo didn't have the courage to resist, so he gritted his teeth.

"Since doubling the tribute is the request of the Gaosuo tribe, then the Tatar tribe is willing to implement it." Drogo's face was ugly, but he could only give a few instructions to the blood warrior next to him.

"The season of black mist is coming. If all the food is given to the Gaosuo tribe, what shall we do?" Karu's face was also gloomy, and the flames of anger in his heart were burning, but under the pressure of the Gaosuo tribe, he did not dare to show it come out.

"There's no other way, we can't deny the Gauzo tribe."

Drogo shook his head and said in a low voice, "This year's harvest hunting, the resources obtained by the tribe are quite rich, half of which will be distributed as a tribute to the Gaosuo tribe, and the rest should be enough for us to survive the black mist season. "

"Although this is the case, this year's black mist season will definitely be very difficult for the Tatar tribe, but there is no way." Drogo was full of helplessness.

This is the rule of the Solu Plain, and even the rule of the entire War Ghost Clan!

The powerful tribe has the absolute power of life and death over the weak tribe. Even if it is unrestrained exploitation, the opponent cannot resist. If they want to change this situation, unless there are furious warriors in the tribe.

"Please wait a while, the Hatton envoy, the tribute will be ready soon."

Drogo spoke softly, and then ordered Karoo to return to the tribe, directing the women of the tribe to go to the warehouse, divide half of the resources originally used by the tribe to spend the black mist season, and load them on the cart.

"This year's black mist season, the Tatar tribe will be sad."

Looking at the resources being loaded into the car, Drogo's heart was bleeding, but he couldn't show any dissatisfaction on his face, he could only sigh helplessly.

"That's right, you Tatar tribes know each other well!"

Hatton nodded slightly, with a smile on his face, then glanced at the Tatar tribe, and said, "That's all for this year's tribute, but there is one more thing."

Drogo's heart tightened, and he said hastily, "Master Hatton, please tell me."

"It's not really a big deal."

Hatton looked down and sighed, "In this year's harvest hunting, my younger brother Harvin unfortunately died in battle. He was a brave blood warrior. According to the rules of the War Ghost Clan, I plan to hold a grand event for him." funeral."

"Therefore, I need some martyrs!"

"Well, let's choose ten young girls from the Tatar tribe to be my brother's burial victims. You will not refuse this request, will you?"

"Ten martyrs?" Drogo's face became even more ugly.

According to the tradition of the War Ghost Clan, after the death of the strong, a martyr is indeed needed, but if a grand funeral is to be held, the deceased must at least be a red-striped warrior during his lifetime, while Hatton's younger brother Harvin is just a blood warrior .

Under normal circumstances, after the death of a ghost blood warrior, the tribe would only select three martyrs from among his wives. He told Hatton that it was totally against the rules to choose ten girls from the Tatar tribe as martyrs. act.

"What? You don't want to?" Hatton's tone turned cold.

".no."

Drogo gritted his teeth and shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "The Tatar Tribe can satisfy the request of the Hatton Messenger. Now select ten girls from the tribe to be the martyrs of Harvin's warriors!"

"That's right!" Hatton nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, it is not unacceptable for Drogo to choose ten girls from the Tatar tribe as the martyrs of Hatton's brother Harvin, and it is nothing compared to doubling the tribute.

The reason is also very simple. In the concept of the War Ghost Clan, women are a cheap resource. The high difference in the birth ratio of 1 to 20 makes the number of War Ghost Clan women more than [-] times more than males.

At the same time, the males responsible for fighting are prone to death.

Due to various reasons, there are a lot of women in any war ghost tribe, so the major tribes often hold sacrifices, and even implement the rule of burying the wife after the death of the blood warrior, so as to reduce the number of women. Save tribal resources.

Even for the Tatar tribe, ten war ghost girls are not a big deal.

Soon, Drogo was giving orders.

Kalu selected ten women from the tribe and locked them in a huge wooden cage. The selected women had already known their fate, but as resources, they could not resist and could only bear their fate silently.

A low sobbing sound came from the wooden cage, causing Enzo to frown slightly.

The barbaric tradition of the War Ghost Clan made him feel a little uncomfortable, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt a little helpless. Every civilization in the world has its own style. The main reason for the extremely low status of the War Ghost Clan women is that their The number is twenty times that of males, but they cannot master extraordinary power.

Just like the former Forest World.

The son of the forest, who is in the female form, is the ruler of the world, and the lower creatures, the Green Goblin, are also humanoid creatures, but in the war against the wizard civilization, they are just like cannon fodder.

"Ten martyrs have been prepared for Hatton's envoy."

Drogo waved his hand, and several blood warriors lifted the wooden cage containing ten young girls onto the cart, and then said to Hatton.

"Very well, that's it."

Hatton nodded in satisfaction, expressing approval of Drogo's attitude, and then prepared to leave with the tribute, but at this moment, his gaze inadvertently swept not far away, a petite girl from the Tatar tribe.

"Wait. Give her to me too."

Hatton stroked his chin, looked at the petite girl, and said, "Before my brother died in battle, he liked this kind of petite girl the most. Let her also be my brother's burial."

The girl who was stared at by Hatton turned pale and fell to the ground in fright.

Beside, Enzo's eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. The reason was very simple. The girl Hatton was targeting was Wendy.

"It's better to change this Hatton envoy."

Drogo looked at Wendy and hesitated, "This girl's husband is a red-striped warrior of the Tatar tribe. According to the rules, a blood warrior cannot be buried. Hatton's envoy should know this."

The wife of a red-striped warrior cannot be used as a sacrifice in the harvest celebration, and at the same time, it is even more impossible to bury a blood warrior. At this time, the war ghost clan has had many years of tradition, and any war ghost knows it well.

"Is this girl your wife?" Hatton was taken aback.

"No! The wife of another red-striped warrior of the Tatar tribe," Drogo corrected.

"A second red-striped warrior appeared in the Tatar tribe?"

Hatton narrowed his eyes, and an inexplicable expression appeared on his face. He immediately recalled the god-given power that came to the Tatar tribe during the harvest hunting a few days ago, and thoughts flickered in his mind.

"Yes, Hatton Messenger!"

A trace of pride appeared on Drogo's face, and he said, "Blessed by the great blood-slaying god, the Tatar tribe gave birth to the second red-striped warrior."

The expression on Hatton's face kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, Drogo pointed his finger at Enzo and said, "Please allow me to introduce Enzo, the red-striped warrior of the Tatar tribe, to the Hatton envoy."

On the spot, Enzo remained expressionless.

Following the direction of Drogo's finger, Hatton saw Enzo, his face was even more surprised, and he said in surprise, "A bloody red-striped warrior, a bad breed?"

"Enzo is indeed a bad breed, but he is also a red-striped warrior."

A chuckle appeared on Drogo's face, and he said, "All of this is bestowed by the great blood-slaughter god. Even an inferior species can become a red-striped warrior. I have to say, it's like a miracle."

Hatton narrowed his eyes and looked at Enzo.

Even in the history of the entire Solu Plain, it is very rare for inferior species to become red-striped warriors. It can even be said that there are only a handful of them, but Enzo in front of him does exude the blood of a red-striped warrior force.

"Could it be. Is this the power bestowed by the God of Blood Slaughter?"

Hatton's thoughts changed, thinking of the three blood fight sacrifices held by the Gaosuo Tribe at the Harvest Ceremony, but they still failed to win the attention of the Blood Slaughter God, and there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes looking at Enzo.

As for Hatton's expression, Enzo naturally saw it.

There was a hint of amusement in his heart. A weak red-striped warrior had the intent to kill him. I have to say that the other party was very courageous. If it was in the Wizarding Continent, if an extraordinary knight dared to disrespect a third-order wizard, he would have been turned into a toad long ago. , thrown into the fire and burned to death.

"Hmph! It's just a blood-striped warrior."

After a long while, Hatton raised his head and said coldly, "If my younger brother hadn't been a bit unlucky, he would have become a red-striped warrior long ago. Now that he is dead, I, as the only older brother, naturally have to organize a game for him." Big funeral!"

(End of this chapter)