Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 476 Clash of Clans
"I want to decide on this woman!"

Hatton sat on the giant wave horse, looking down at Drogo, with a trace of unquestionable flavor in his tone.

Drogo's face was extremely ugly.

After a long while, he turned his head and looked at Enzo with a hint of apology, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Enzo, we cannot refuse the order of the envoy of the Gaosuo tribe!"

"Well, I will hand over Wendy to the Gaosuo tribe. After that, you can choose any woman in the tribe, regardless of whether she has a husband or not, and take it as the tribe's compensation for you!"

Saying that, Drogo raised his hand.

Several blood warriors stepped forward with their heads down, ready to hand over the trembling Wendy to the Gaosuo tribe, but at this moment, Enzo's eyes turned cold.

"I refuse." Enzo said lightly.

Drogo's face changed suddenly, and before he could stop it, Hatton laughed wantonly as if he heard something ridiculous not far away.

"What? Did I hear it right?"

Hatton resisted the ax in his hand, with a playful look in his eyes, and said mockingly, "It seems that as an inferior species, becoming a red-striped warrior has given you a lot of confidence, and you dare to refuse my order."

"Enzo! Apologize to Hatton's messenger!"

On the side, Drogo sternly reprimanded, then looked at Hatton flatteringly, and said, "I'm very sorry, Messenger Hatton, the little guy from the Tatar tribe has just become a red-striped warrior, so he must be a little proud. Please don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"Kneel down and kiss our toes, maybe I can forgive your offense." Hatton ignored Drogo at the side and said quietly.

Enzo had no expression on his face, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

This kind of vulgar pretense and slap in the face seems to be a plot that only appeared in online novels in the previous life, but now it happened for real, which really made Enzo feel a little funny.

"What? You don't want to?"

Seeing Enzo standing there motionless, Hutton refused to let go, and still spoke desperately.

At this moment, a weak voice suddenly sounded.

"En... Enzo." On the side, the petite Wendy turned pale and said in a trembling voice, "Please don't refuse the orders of the Messenger of the Gaosuo Tribe. I am willing to be a martyr. This is my destiny!"

At this moment, Wendy's face was extremely pale.

The crusade against the Gaosuo tribe had left a huge shadow on him. After being selected by Hatton today, she couldn't even think of resisting at all, and her heart fell into despair.

Submitting to the arrangement of the tribe and submitting to the male, this is the characteristic of all the women of the War Ghost tribe. Wendy, who has lived in the Tatar tribe since she was a child, is no exception. Just like the harvest celebration a few days ago, the three selected girl sacrifices , knowing that the end waiting for him is death, but he still doesn't have the slightest thought of resisting.

There is no other reason, the rules of the war ghost world lead to it!

Because women cannot master extraordinary power, they can only become vassals of males. Even in the history of the War Ghost Clan, there have been some women who resisted fate, but they did not get a good ending in the end.

As for fleeing the tribe, let alone think about it.

Not to mention that on the vast Solu Plain, there are terrifying wild beasts everywhere. Once a weak woman leaves the protection of the tribe, she will be eaten within a day, not to mention there are monsters that are regarded as disasters by the entire War Ghost Clan. Black mist season.

"Goodbye, Enzo."

A pale smile appeared on Wendy's face, and then she consciously walked into the wooden cage, accepting her fate of becoming a martyr.

Not far away, Hatton was full of mockery.

However, in the next moment.

Enzo, who was standing on the ground, suddenly had a silvery luster in his eyes, and the soul thorn pierced towards Hatton like a sharp cone.

"what!!!"

Amidst the shrill screams, Hatton fell off the giant wave horse, with an extremely ferocious expression on his face, struggling to get up from the ground, his eyes flashed with horror.

"It's you!!"

Hatton fixed his eyes on Enzo, feeling an inexplicable fear in his heart. The weird mental attack just now reminded him of something immediately, that is the Evil One!
Only evil beings polluted by the god of calamity will have strange abilities, and at the same time, evil beings will only be born among inferior species.

Strange ability, inferior identity.

The combination of the two surprised Hatton. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, and said loudly, "This scumbag has become a minion of the God of Calamity, and is an evil person!"

Hearing this sentence, the people around were shocked.

The Tatars, including Drogo, also stepped back, distanced themselves from Enzo, and looked at him with vigilance in their eyes.

Evil Ones, a taboo in the War Ghost Clan!
In this indigenous world, there are only two gods, the God of Blood Slaughter and the God of Calamity. The two indigenous gods have been fighting for many years, but neither side can completely kill each other.

But generally speaking, in the war between the two indigenous gods, the blood-killing god still has the upper hand, so he supported the war ghost clan to become the master of the world, and under the oracle of the blood-killing god, all the war ghost clan There is a very clear understanding that the God of Calamity represents evil and is the root of all disasters.

Therefore, every war ghost clan is extremely resistant to the god of disaster.

"Evil One? Maybe."

At the same place, Enzo's face was indifferent, he did not refute Hatton, for the War Ghost Clan, wizards with magical abilities are indeed no different from evil spirits.

"Drogo! How dare you accommodate the alien!"

Hutton got up from the ground, a burst of blood burst out of his body, looked at Enzo with vigilant eyes, and shouted loudly, "The Tatar tribe has become the minions of the God of Disaster, and with the great God of Blood Slaughter In the name of you, warriors of the Gorso tribe, kill these wicked Tatars."

Following Hatton's loud order, the Gaosu blood warriors behind him raised their spears one after another.

A tense expression suddenly appeared on Drogo's face, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "No! Lord Hatton Messenger! There must be some misunderstanding. Enzo is a red-striped warrior who has received the gift of the blood-slaughter god. How could he be an evil person? Woolen cloth?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the Tatar tribe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yup!At the Harvest Celebration a few days ago, Enzo was a warrior who had been bestowed by the God of Blood Slaughter, so he couldn't possibly be an Evil One.

"Accepted the gift of the blood-slaughter god?"

Hatton frowned slightly, then his eyes flashed, and he said coldly, "Hmph! You still dare to quibble, just now I clearly felt a trace of evil power emanating from this scumbag."

"How could the great blood-killing god bestow a reward on an inferior species?"

"Don't listen to the nonsense of these Tatars, warriors of the Gaosuo tribe, get ready to fight, and in the name of the Gaosuo tribe, crush the Tatar tribes that are in collusion with the God of Calamity."

Hatton couldn't help but ignore Drogo's defense at all.

At this time, for him, whether or not the Tatar tribe accommodated the evil was no longer the main issue. The fact that Enzo accepted the gift from the blood-slaughter god at the harvest celebration was enough to make him want to kill.

You must know that on the Solu Plain, the fundamental reason why the Gaosuo tribe can become the master of everything is that the leader of the tribe, Okaron, was once a furious warrior who had received the gift of the blood-slaughter god.

For the War Ghost Clan, the God of Blood Slaughter represents the source of all power.

Only the war ghosts who are bestowed with power by the gods have the opportunity to become strong. If the inferior species in front of them really received the gift of the blood-slaughter god, then becoming a furious warrior in the future will inevitably shake the Gaosuo tribe's rule over the plain.

The current Tatar tribe may be weak, but with a Fury Warrior, everything will change.

The strength of the War Ghost tribe mainly lies in the number of high-end combat power.

"The Tatar tribe must be eradicated!"

Hatton made up his mind, with murderous intent in his eyes, secretly said: "Three years ago, although the crusade against the Tatar tribe suppressed the development of the Tatar tribe, if that inferior species bestowed by the blood-slaughter god really became a furious warrior, The Tatar tribe will definitely take revenge on the Gaosu tribe!"

Although the probability of a red-striped warrior becoming a furious warrior is almost zero, Hatton is still unwilling to take the risk. Anyway, with him and the blood warriors of the Gaosu tribe under him, it is enough to destroy a small Tatar tribe.

Drogo wanted to plead again, but Hatton had dropped his hand.

In the rear, the blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe roared in unison, and the power of energy and blood spread from their bodies. As the overlord of the plains, the Gaosuo tribe's blood warriors' combat capabilities far surpassed that of the Tatar tribe.

Due to the abundance of resources, every Gao Suo blood warrior is extremely burly.

"Accept the sanctions of the Gaosuo tribe!"

A hint of ferocity appeared on Hatton's face, and he roared, "In the name of the great blood-slaying god, kill all these minions of the god of disaster."

As soon as the words fell, Hatton took the lead in charging.

The giant wolf foal under its crotch let out a howling wolf, and rushed towards the Tatar tribe, and the blood warriors behind them also started running wildly. The sound of fifty blood warriors trampling on the ground was like drums beating.

"how so."

Drogo's face was pale, and even his body trembled slightly. Although the blood warriors of the Warghost clan fought and died fearlessly, the crusade three years ago, the Gaosuo tribe left a deep shadow on the Tatar tribe, so that even if there was only one opponent and himself The same three-blood red-striped warrior, Drogo still couldn't raise the idea of ​​resistance.

Behind him, the same is true for the rest of the Tatar tribe.

The women of all the tribes trembled like quails, and the blood warriors also looked ugly, holding up their weapons at a loss, and the consequences of resisting the Gaosuo tribe were unbearable for everyone.

"What is this? A psychological shadow?"

Enzo raised his eyebrows, and there was a strange look on his face. According to his impression of the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, most of them had the character of not fearing battle and death, and dared to fight when hunting for harvest Desolate beast.

However, facing a group of Caucasian people now, they seemed extremely afraid.

Before he had time to think, Hatton had already rushed over.

On the spot, Enzo shook his head slightly, ignored Drogo and the others, and casually clenched his hands into fists, the power of Qi and blood in his body vibrated, and then punched out, turning into crimson energy.

Bang!
With a loud noise, the giant wolf colt was knocked over directly. Hatton, who was riding on it, changed his face drastically, and fell down.

"You!!" Hatton looked shocked.

Getting up from the ground, the beast giant wolf colt was on the verge of death after being punched by Enzo. Hutton's heart was overwhelmed, full of inconceivable, even some doubts about life.

You know, the giant wolf foal is a rare beast.

The fighting power of this kind of big guy is not inferior to that of the fire-fanged mammoth. Even if the red-striped warrior wanted to take him down, it would take a lot of energy, but he was almost killed by Enzo's punch.

"Could it be that this guy is really an evil person?"

A thought arose in Hatton's mind, but he vetoed it later, secretly saying, "No, it's impossible. The attack of this inferior species is full of vitality and blood, and it will definitely not be an evil person polluted by the god of disaster."

The Red-striped Warrior and the Evil One represent the God of Blood Slaughter and the God of Calamity respectively.

The formation of the two professions relies on the power of the gods, so the power of qi and blood is the biggest characteristic of the red-striped warriors, which cannot be imitated by the evil spirits, but the evil spirits that absorb the power of the god of disaster are full of strange aura. The physical body is extremely fragile, but it has all kinds of strange abilities.

According to the general perception of the War Ghost Clan, it is impossible for evil spirits to possess the power of Qi and blood.

Therefore, when Enzo used the power of qi and blood, Hatton had already denied his identity as an evil person in his heart. However, the killing intent in Hatton's eyes did not diminish at all, but became more determined.

Scarlet-striped warriors who can almost kill a giant wolf colt with one punch are extremely rare in the entire Solu Plain. Hatton has already determined in his heart that the Tatar tribe is not lying. gave this bad breed.

It is precisely because of this that this inferior species can be so powerful!

"Even if you are not an evil spirit, you must not survive." Hatton's eyes were cold, and he said in his heart, "Otherwise, once you become a furious warrior, it will definitely become a disaster for the Gaosuo tribe."

On the opposite side, Enzo's face was calm.

After he severely injured the giant wolf horse with his punch, the envoy Gao Suo seemed to have a lot of thoughts in his mind, but no matter what the other party thought, it was not important to Enzo.

"Envoy Hatton, please stop."

At this time, Drogo suddenly rushed up, standing between Enzo and Hatton, with a flattering smile on his face, and said: "The messenger of Hatton should have seen it just now, Enzo has the power of blood, which is enough It proves that he is not an evil person."

Hatton ignored it and raised the hatchet vigorously.

For the current Hatton, killing Enzo is his goal, and it doesn't matter at all whether the other party is a demon or not.

The next moment, Hutton charged fiercely.

The power of red qi and blood burst out from his body, three blood streaks gleamed on his chest, and the giant ax swung like a gust of wind. Drogo's expression not far away suddenly changed, and he quickly dodged sideways.

"Go to hell, minions of the God of Disaster!"

Hatton charged quickly, passing Drogo directly, and the giant ax slashed straight at Enzo. The power of life and blood attached to the blade of the axe, which was as gorgeous as a burning flame.

(End of this chapter)