Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 520 The City of Beginning
The City of Beginning, Central District.

Different from the large number of war fortress-like buildings on the outskirts, there is a gorgeous palace-shaped building in the central area of ​​the initial city, surrounded by squads of evil ghost soldiers patrolling back and forth, and shadow crows are constantly circling in the sky.

Inside the palace, in a gorgeous bedroom.

A woman in an elegant long dress is enjoying a delicious lunch under the service of several maids. The steak is cut into small pieces and sent to her mouth with a silver knife and fork. The woman chews gently. The expression on his face was a little dull.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman put down the knife and fork in her hand.

"How's Uncle Drogo? Still angry?"

Wendy asked softly. It has been ten years since she gave birth to an heir. The immature young girl has grown into a woman. After drinking the potion of spring, her appearance has been fixed in the most perfect image. She looks like a girl. Sweet and feminine.

Next to her, Yala, who was a maid, shook her head.

"Uncle Drogo is still angry. After all, what happened last time is really hard for him to accept." Yala shook his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "Although the blood-killing god has disappeared for ten years, but I want to let him It is not so easy for the clansmen to abandon their beliefs."

"Especially..." Yala hesitated to speak.

Wendy frowned slightly, but sighed from the bottom of her heart. She understood what Yala wanted to say. In ten years, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes, even to an unbelievable degree.

The rise of the evil ghosts made it impossible for the Tatar tribe to adapt.

Originally, the War Ghosts were the only rulers of the world, but the emergence of the Evil Ghosts subverted this order. Even though the Tatar tribe was not crusaded, they were regarded as honored guests by the Evil Ghosts, but as the leader of the War Ghosts Drogo still couldn't accept this fact.

Especially when news continued to spread from outside that the army of the evil ghost clan had already defeated several kingdoms of the war ghost clan.

The pattern of the world seems to be changed!
Since the construction of the City of Beginning was completed eight years ago, the entire Tatar tribe has been moved into this city. Wendy, as the mother of little Sophie, has become a well-deserved queen and has the power to accuse the evil ghost tribe at will.

But Drogo was very disturbed.

The disappearance of the blood-slaughter god made all the war ghosts panic. The closer he got to the evil ghosts, the more panicked Drogo became. He didn't know how the Tatar tribe should position themselves, and whether they would be regarded as betrayal by the blood-slaughter god By.

Under such circumstances, Drogo could only pray constantly.

He prayed to the God of Blood Slaughter for guidance, but he received no response to his countless prayers. Drogo was panicked. Not long ago, after discussing with the Tatar tribe, he decided to leave the city of the beginning.

"We are the Ghost Warriors!"

At that time, Drogo struggled, and said in a deep voice, "If you continue to be entangled with the evil ghosts, you will be punished by the blood-slaughter god after the great blood-slaughter god returns."

It is precisely because of the fear of the punishment of the blood-killing god that the Tatar tribe decided to break away from the city of the beginning and go to the direction of the Hailar Kingdom, intending to defect to the Hailar Kingdom.

However, this decision was opposed by Wendy.

"My husband is the god of the evil ghost clan! My child is the king of the evil ghost clan!" Wendy said with a determined face, "You are all my clansmen, no matter whether you leave the city of origin, you cannot Get rid of this relationship, so even fleeing to the Hyrule tribe is meaningless."

Afterwards, Wendy put all the Tatar tribesmen under house arrest.

This kind of behavior is naturally unacceptable to Drogo, but it is naturally impossible for the Tatar tribe alone to compete with the evil ghosts, so even if Drogo strongly opposes it, he can only accept the reality.

"The clansmen will understand me..." Wendy sighed, her eyes determined.

On the other side, inside a castle.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe are all under house arrest here, guarded by the evil ghost guards outside, they can enjoy all the treatment inside the castle, no matter food or drink, they can be satisfied, the only restriction is that they are not allowed to leave here.

In one room, Drogo looked serious.

"The great blood-slaying god!"

Drogo had a reverent tone, and murmured, "Please give the humble believer guidance and tell me what to do? The Tatar tribe will always be your most loyal servant, please don't abandon us!"

Countless prayers, but never answered.

In the bottom of Drogo's heart, in fact, he has not had much hope, but it is the only thing he can do. For ten years, the Tatar tribe lived safely in the city of the beginning under the protection of the evil ghosts. Fighting for survival again, the number of the entire tribe more than doubled.

Yet Drogo still felt uneasy, even as survival became easier.

Maintaining the belief in the God of Blood Slaughter for thousands of years makes it difficult for every war ghost clan to change their minds.

In the room, Drogo prayed devoutly.

However, at this moment.

The originally bright surroundings were suddenly shrouded in a touch of red, and the invisible divine power seemed to isolate this space, which also made Drogo's pupils shrink.

On the spot, a phantom slowly emerged.

"God of Blood Slaughter?" Drogo murmured.

The phantom that appeared in the room was dressed in red armor, with a grimace-like mask covering its face, and its crimson eyes were full of oppression. Even if it was just a projection, Drogo couldn't help but kneel down.

"Are you calling me?"

The voice of the Blood Slaughter God had a trace of emptiness, as if it came from nowhere, and said a little dullly, ": My loyal believer!"

Drogo nodded quickly.

"My lord, the great blood-slaughter god, please guide the Tatar tribe forward." Feeling the oppressive gaze of the blood-slaughter god, Drogo couldn't help trembling all over his body, and said, "Please forgive the Tatar tribe for their crimes, and accept the evil ghost tribe's responsibility." Asylum is not the will of the Tatar tribe!"

"All of this is because of that apostle!"

The apostle Drogo said was naturally Enzo. Before the disaster god fell, the blood-killing god joined hands with Enzo. In order to explain everything to the Tatar tribe, the blood-killing god Xuancheng Enzo was his own apostle. inferior to God's authority.

Immediately, the **** of blood fell into silence.

After a long while, he said quietly, "The apostle has betrayed his god, and the authority that was given to him will be completely taken back."

Drogo's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head even lower.

It seemed that everything was as he had guessed. Enzo, who was originally an apostle, had broken with the Blood Slaughter God for some unknown reason, which led to the rise of the evil ghost clan and tried to replace the position of the war ghost clan.

"Could it be... Enzo intends to kill God?"

A thought flickered in Drogo's mind, and suddenly he came up with such an idea. It seemed that even he was taken aback. The frog in the well doesn't know the vastness of the multiverse at all, and the only place he looks is the world of war ghosts, and he doesn't understand information about wizard civilization at all. .

In Drogo's mind, Enzo was just a special bad breed.

Through some means, he has mastered the abilities of the evil, but he was not controlled by the God of Calamity, but trusted by the God of Blood Slaughter. The two seem to have joined forces to carry out some major events that can change the world pattern.

It is precisely because of this that the black mist season disappeared.

Drogo even suspected that the disappearance of the Black Mist Season might prove that the God of Calamity had fallen, which should have been considered a good thing for the War Ghost Clan, but the rise of the Evil Ghost Clan made this matter full of dissatisfaction. Certainty.

What happened, Drogo didn't know.

But in his heart, he still recognized his identity very much, that is, he was a follower of the great blood-slaughter god, and this would never change.

"Please send down the oracle, Lord Blood Slaughter God!"

Drogo raised his head, his face extremely firm, and lightly hammered his fist on his chest, saying, "The Tatar tribe is willing to sacrifice everything for you. Since the apostle has betrayed his faith, he should be punished."

Hearing Drogo's answer, a strange flash appeared in the eyes of the Blood Slaughter God.

Thousands of years of rule over the world and the War Ghost Clan has allowed him to guarantee his own authority. Even though he has disappeared for ten years, once he reappears, he can still gain the unreserved trust of the War Ghost Clan.

This is the attitude of mortals towards gods.

Three epochs ago, the world ruled by the gods looked like this. Even though the gods regarded mortals as ants and suppressed or slaughtered them at will, few people had the idea of ​​rebellion, and instead became more devout.

It is precisely because of this that the ancestor of the wizard is particularly special.

Subverting the rule of the gods with a mortal body is a miracle in itself. In addition, for the continuation of the wizard civilization, he finally used his own mighty power to break the shackles of the world and incarnate into new world rules, which is even more precious.

Wizarding civilizations never believed in gods.

But perhaps, in the heart of every wizard, the meaning of the ancestor is like a real god, at the expense of himself, let the fire of wizard civilization burn.

"I am very satisfied with your answer."

After a while, the God of Blood Slaughter spoke quietly, and said hoarsely, "It seems that the Tatar tribe has not abandoned their beliefs and is still my most loyal believer. Chance."

Drogo looked up sharply, a look of surprise on his face.

Entering the world of the Kingdom of God after death is the greatest reward given by the gods to believers, and it is also the goal that every believer strives for. However, the current God of Blood Slaughter has not even evolved his own artifact, so the Kingdom of God is obviously a lie.

Using some ethereal rewards, bewitching believers is also the basic means of gods!
"Thank you very much, Lord Blood Slaughter God!"

Drogo hammered his chest excitedly, his face was flushed, as if he was a little excited. It was an indescribable surprise for the believers to get the promise of the gods.

"But before all this, the Tatar tribe needs to..."

There was a strange flash in the eyes of the Blood Slaughter God, his voice became hoarse and deep, and the room shrouded in red light was filled with a bewitching smell.

Hearing the command of the blood god, a trace of struggle appeared on Drogo's face.

"Must it be like this?" His face hesitated.

The blood-slaying god's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you questioning me?"

"No! Don't dare."

Drogo was startled, and quickly lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Please rest assured, the great blood god, the Tatar tribe will never disappoint your expectations."

Satisfaction flashed in the blood god's eyes, and then disappeared in place.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the central area of ​​the original city, adjacent to the gorgeous palace, a standard wizard tower stands on the ground, surrounded by evil ghost clan squads, but no one dares to approach the range of the tower.

On the top floor of the tower, in a laboratory.

The room was filled with a pungent smell. Beside a huge experimental table, Enzo focused his eyes on the burning candlestick in front of him. The boiling liquid inside was continuously condensing into a small cup.

After a while, the flame under the candlestick went out.

The potion in the metal container gradually cooled down, exuding a disgusting smell. Enzo frowned slightly, dipped a little bit with his finger, brought it to the tip of his nose for a sniff, and shook his head involuntarily.

The experiment failed, and the ideal drug was not successfully developed.

Although the resources in the World of War Ghosts are poor, after ten years of development, Enzo has found some resources that are unique to this world. If these special resources are sent to the Wizard World as specimens, they will be converted into a large number of magic stones.

As a potion master, Enzo considered converting them into potion formulas as soon as he obtained the resources, but after thousands of experiments over the past few years, he still failed to achieve any substantial breakthrough.

There were only a dozen potion formulas that were successful, and the refined potion was not very effective. It belonged to the kind of weak existence. For Enzo, who had already been promoted to the third-level wizard and was about to hit the fourth-level , is almost worthless.

"Sure enough, I'm still too anxious to think about these things now."

With a calm face, Enzo poured the medicine in the metal container into a special container, then shook his head and murmured, "I'm afraid there is still a long way to go before I can completely conquer this world. , the true master of the world, can unscrupulously exploit this world."

"As for now, forget it..."

For the fourth-order wizards, the conquered world is equivalent to their own back garden, and the resources in it can be mined at will. Most of the original native creatures in the world will be branded and exist as private slaves.

For example, when he was an apprentice, Enzo had seen many tauren creatures who built the city walls for the academy in the forest of mist. They belonged to the native creatures of a remote world. Their intelligence was not too high, but their physical strength was very strong. Therefore, A slave creature best suited to manual labor.

The most important thing is the low price, a slave is worth less than a magic stone.

"The next main goal is to conquer this world as soon as possible." In the laboratory, Enzo stroked his chin and thought, "Only by becoming a fourth-order magician as soon as possible can I return to the world of wizards and improve my overall strength." promote."

(End of this chapter)