Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 478 The Arrival of the Black Mist
It turned out that it was a battle between two indigenous gods that broke the world's restrictions and allowed them to step into the endless void.

It's no wonder that the God of Blood Slaughter behaved so calmly after discovering Enzo, an outsider, because he had already seen the vastness of the multiverse, and was no longer a frog at the bottom of a well.

"Make your choice, outsider!"

The Red Armored God of War spoke again, and said in a deep voice, "Cooperate with me to kill the God of Calamity, and you will get this coordinate of another world. As a void traveler, I think you should be very clear about what a coordinate represents! "

Enzo's eyes flickered, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"If you refuse my request, it's a pity that we will only become enemies!" The Red Armored God of War said with a hint of threat in his tone, "If that's the case, even if I pay a certain price, I will take you from this place." World expulsion!"

The Red Armored God of War did not threaten to kill Enzo, because that would be difficult to do. Since the final battle with the God of Calamity, both gods have fallen into a weak state. The God of Evil, however, poured his power into the wizarding world and recovered by devouring the soul.

It is precisely because of this that after the decisive battle, the God of Calamity was clearly injured more seriously, but his recovery speed was faster, so that the God of Blood Slaughter felt seriously threatened.

After a while, Enzo raised his head.

"I can agree to your request, but it will take some time to deal with the God of Calamity." Enzo said calmly, "I need to fully recover my strength before I can be qualified to confront the God of Calamity. I think you should be very clear about one point!"

"Okay, that's fine."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Red Armored God of War, and he readily agreed. Afterwards, his figure seemed uncontrollably and became unreal, and his final voice became more and more ethereal.

"Be careful, outsider!"

"The God of Calamity is different from me. When he discovers your existence, he will devour you at all costs to restore himself, and the black mist season will be the time when the God of Calamity is most powerful..."

"Looking forward to meeting you again..."

As the voice of the Red Armored God of War completely disappeared, the figure on the spot also turned into a trace of red light, and a gust of cold wind blew across the plain.

The surrounding people of the Tatar tribe were completely in shock.

"The God of Blood Slaughter..."

In the same place, Enzo's eyes flickered, and his thoughts kept changing. Through a conversation with the projection of the blood-killing god, he got a lot of useful information.

First, after the final battle between the God of Blood Slaughter and the God of Calamity, both sides fell into weakness. The God of Calamity can restore its own strength by throwing its power into the wizarding world and using its identity as an evil god to lure souls to degenerate. God cannot do this.

Second, because of the rules of world balance, the God of Blood Slaughter and the God of Calamity cannot destroy each other, so they must rely on the power of outsiders.

Third, the final confrontation between the God of Blood Slaughter and the God of Calamity broke the world restriction, allowing them to see the vast multiverse, and the God of Blood Slaughter thus obtained a different world coordinate.

"Are you going to use me to deal with the God of Calamity?"

A sneer appeared on Enzuo's face, and he said quietly, "But, do you really think I will believe your nonsense? It's ridiculous!"

The God of Blood Slaughter used the coordinates as a temptation to drive Enzo to help him deal with the God of Calamity. In Enzo's view, it was really a very inferior method.

Can wander in the void and understand the vast gods of the multiverse, how can he not know the meaning of the coordinates? Even if the **** of blood is very eager to kill the god of calamity, after everything is successful, he will never use the coordinates. Give it to Enzo.

Enzo was very sure of this!

However, even though he knew the Blood Slaughter God's mind, Enzo still agreed to the other party's request for cooperation. The reason was very simple, nothing more than hypocrisy and snakes.

"Next, let's think about the things in front of us first!" Enzo took a deep breath.

Then, he looked around.

The surrounding Tatars and Gaussian blood warriors all stared at him. Everyone saw what happened just now. The phantom of the red-armored god of war that descended from the sky was almost indistinguishable from the image of the blood-killing god.

"Enzo... who the hell are you?"

Drogo asked in a trembling voice. He couldn't imagine an existence that could communicate with the blood god on an equal footing. At this moment, his mind was almost blank.

"Me? Just a traveler."

Enzo laughed at himself, looked at the blood warriors of Gao Suo, and said, "You have seen everything that happened just now. The God of Blood Slaughter and I have reached a deal to jointly deal with the God of Calamity."

"Now, it's time for you to make a choice."

"Submit to me, or die?"

Following Enzo's indifferent words, the blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe in front looked at each other, and finally chose to drop the weapons in their hands.

What happened just now was obviously too shocking.

The God of Blood Slaughter came to the Solu Plain, which was a scene that no one had ever seen before. After communicating with Enzo, the two seemed to have reached some consensus. Therefore, in order to express his loyalty to the God of Blood Slaughter, Gao Suo The blood warriors of the tribe also chose to surrender.

……

At the same time, the Gaosu tribe.

Below the city wall built of white rocks, the gate was open. A team of blood warriors from the Gaosuo tribe pulled a group of captives with ropes and passed through the gate like a triumphant army.

"Another group of rebels?"

"It's ridiculous to dare to resist our Gaosuo tribe."

The Gaosu blood warriors led the captives and walked through the main street of Baishi City. The surrounding Gaosu people whispered and commented on the prisoners.

After a while, the team reached the end of the street.

On a huge throne made of white bones, the leader of the Gaosuo tribe, O'Karen sat on it, looking down from a high position.

"Boss, the mission you assigned has been completed!"

Among the Gaosuo team, a tall red-striped warrior came out, half-kneeled on the ground, and said to O'Karen, "The Yila tribe refused to pay this year's offerings, threatening the peace of the entire Solu Plain, and they have now been punished. These are the captives of the Yila tribe!"

O'Karen glanced over the red-striped warriors, and looked at the captured Yila tribesmen. There were about a thousand of these captives, almost all of them were women, and a small number of males were also bruised.

"You're doing great, Noka."

O'Kalen nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Since the Iraqi tribe refuses to shoulder their responsibilities, it is only natural that they be punished!"

Suddenly, a blood warrior of the Yila tribe struggled and ran out, knelt on the ground, and wailed, "Lord Okaron, it's not that the Yila tribe is unwilling to obey the orders of the Gaosuo tribe, it's really a double tribute, Yila The Horde can't afford it!"

O'Kalun was unmoved, with a trace of cruelty and mockery in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "That's your Yila tribe's problem, and it has nothing to do with our Gaosuo tribe. If you can't pay the tribute, you must be punished!"

The blood warrior of the Iraqi tribe wanted to explain something, but his neck was chopped off by the red-striped warrior Noka, and his bloody head rolled down.

O'Karen sneered, and said loudly, "The Yila tribe dared to resist the Gaosuo tribe. Now, it's time for you to be punished!"

After all, the surrounding blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe all raised their spears.

The captives of the Yila tribe surrounded in the center huddled together in fear. Under O'Karen's cruel gaze, all the female captives began to take off their animal skins, exposing their naked bodies to the cold wind.

This is the tradition of the Gosau tribe!
Whenever the Gaussians defeated a tribe, they would bring back a large number of captives, strip them of their clothes, and then perform twelve killing orders.

Whoa!
Several blood warriors carried a huge container, which contained thousands of stones, which were black and white. The so-called twelve killing order was to let the captives extract the stones by themselves. If they got white, they would be punished with death. .

"Let's get started!" O'Kalen said indifferently.

With a deep sob, the naked female captives of the Yila tribe took stones from the closed container one after another, and the faces of those who took the white stones suddenly turned extremely pale.

Not long after, the twelve smashes ended.

For every twelve stones, there will be three white stones, so out of a thousand female captives, at least two hundred people need to be executed.

"Execute." O'Karen waved his hand.

The female captives who got the white stones in the twelve killings were taken away one after another. The Gaosuo people had a special execution platform, and the screams kept coming, which sounded horrifying.

"By the way, why hasn't Hatton come back yet?"

At this moment, O'Kalen, who was sitting on the throne of bones, suddenly asked, "Didn't he go to the Tatar tribe to collect tribute, should he have returned long ago?"

"Maybe something happened that delayed the time?" A red-striped warrior replied next to him.

"Really? That's a pity."

A hint of grimness appeared on O'Kalun's face. This year's tribute from the Tatar tribe was doubled. If they failed to pay, the blood warriors led by Hatton would naturally punish the Tatar tribe cruelly.

All of this is what O'Kalen would like to see!
"However... even if the Tatar tribe was unable to pay the tribute, it probably wouldn't take so long to be attacked by Hatton, right?" At this time, another red-striped warrior raised an objection.

Tatar is just a small tribe, and it can't resist Hatton's crusade at all. If there is a war, Hatton should also triumph.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what happens."

O'Karen shook his head indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "Anyway, there are still a few days before the black mist season, you lead some blood warriors to the Tatar tribe to check, and if Hatton is in trouble, help him out! "

"Yes! Lord O'Karen!"

Noka replied, and then prepared to lead fifty blood warriors directly to the Tatar tribe to help Hatton solve the trouble.

However, at this moment.

In Baishi City, where the Gaosuo Tribe is located, on the central square, a huge god-given stele suddenly glowed red.

O'Kalen's pupils shrank, and he quickly stood up.

The abnormality of the god-given stone tablet seemed to represent the attention of the blood-killing god. Therefore, when the red light appeared, all the Gaosuo people knelt on the ground, waiting for the blood-killing god to come.

A few seconds later, the Red Armored God of War appeared on the spot.

"Master... the God of Blood Slaughter!"

Looking at the figure of the Red Armored God of War, O'Kalen's voice became trembling, and a trace of fanaticism and excitement appeared on his face.

"Are you the leader of the Gaosuo tribe?"

The Red Armored God of War looked at O'Kalun who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "I order you, from now on, the Gaosuo tribe will unconditionally obey the command of the Tatar tribe and obey all the arrangements of the Tatar tribe!"

O'Kalen's complexion changed drastically, and an unbelievable luster appeared in his eyes.

"For...why?"

The Gaosuo tribe has ruled the Solu Plain for a thousand years, and has never had the experience of obeying the command of a small tribe. The sudden order of the blood-slaughter god made O'Karen feel unacceptable.

"why?"

The Red Armored God of War frowned slightly, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Because the Tatar tribe has been recognized by me and will replace the Gaosuo tribe in the future, is there any problem?"

O'Karen's face was pale, and his eyes were blank.

However, the Red Armored God of War ignored him, and then disappeared in place, leaving only an oracle that shocked the Gaosuo tribe.

"Why is that?"

O'Kalen muttered to himself, his face full of bewildered expressions. He didn't understand why the God of Blood Slaughter wanted to deprive the status of the ruler of the Gaussian tribal plain.

But he couldn't resist, because that was the order of the blood-slaughter god.

The sudden oracle from the God of Blood Slaughter caused the entire Gaosuo tribe to fall into inexplicable emotions. Noka, who was originally assigned to go to the Tatar tribe to carry out the crusade mission, froze in place.

……

In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.

The black mist season is coming as promised. On the originally peaceful Solu Plain, black mist suddenly appears, as if cursed by the god of disaster, the whole world is plunged into darkness.

Within the Tatar tribe.

"Is this the black mist?"

Standing on the tower, Enzo gazed at the plain in the distance, the light in his eyes flickered slightly, and then summoned black crows.

"Go!"

Enzo waved his hand, and black crows flew into the mist. Through the vision of the shadow crows, Enzo scanned the scene ahead.

On the endless plain, there is black mist everywhere, eerily quiet, the shadow crow flies a long distance, but still can't see a desolate beast, as if the whole plain has lost its vitality.

"It seems that besides the War Ghost Clan, the desolate beasts on the plain are also afraid of the black mist!" Enzo muttered to himself, continuing to control the Phantom Crow to move forward.

Suddenly, several snow-white figures appeared in front of them.

On the barren land, several small wild beasts resembling rabbits gathered together tremblingly, and the surrounding black mist continuously engulfed their space of movement, making it almost impossible for the rabbits to escape.

"This is... a snow rabbit?"

Enzo narrowed his eyes, and recognized the names of those desolate beasts. They were small desolate beasts, not unique to the world of war ghosts.

(End of this chapter)