“The harvest season is over?”
Wendy was stunned, and then, her face showed an expression of fear that could not be concealed, and even her body trembled slightly.
"Black Mist Season!"
Wendy curled up and recalled some bad memories in her mind, and said in a trembling voice, "When the harvest season ends, the most terrifying black fog season will usher in!"
"At that time, the power of the God of Mist will reappear on the earth. The black mist that symbolizes death and pollution will devour everything. Only under the protection of the God of Blood-killing can the disaster be overcome."
Wendy's eyes trembled, as if her fear of Black Fog Season even surpassed the Gosso tribe, thinking that it was a real disaster.
"Black Mist Season!"
Enzo's eyes flashed. The world's one year is only nine months, divided into three seasons, recovery season, harvest season, and black fog season.
Among them, the Recovery Season and the Harvest Season, the world is under the control of the God of Blood Slayer. Only in the Black Fog Season, the power of the God of Blood Slayer falls into weakness, and the God of Disaster defeated by him will appear, bringing polluted black fog to the world.
"You're so weird!"
After a while, Wendy suddenly frowned and said in confusion, ": What you asked me just now, you will know even in a small tribe, right? Why don't you know anything?"
"…I was injured before and my head was a little confused."
Enzo casually found a reason, and a faint silver luster appeared in his eyes, using the power of witchcraft runes to influence Wendy's thinking.
"So that's how it is." Wendy nodded foolishly, without any doubt.
Then, the two talked for a while, and after Enzo obtained enough information, Wendy got up and left the wooden house.
"Chip, name this world [War Ghost World]!" After Wendy left, Enzo ordered in his heart.
According to the conversation just now, Enzo became more and more sure that this was an unexplored new plane and was still in a very backward state. In terms of scale and level of civilization, it was similar to the former Forest Spirit World.
"I didn't expect that I started the plane expedition in this way." Enzo felt his body's weakness and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
According to his original plan, he planned to end the Lost Continent, return to the Dark Realm, and rely on the strength of the academy to start the plane expedition to reach the fourth-level All Spirit Wizard realm.
However, something unexpected happened.
The appearance of the Golden Mountain God Philallo blocked the world of the Kingdom of God. Under no circumstances could, Enzo could only risk opening the crack in the void and travel through the world of war ghosts without any protection. Fortunately, he survived.
"War the Ghost World!"
After recovering a little bit of physical strength, Enzo sat up from the bed, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said to himself, "It seems that if there is no special opportunity, it will be difficult for me to return to the wizard world!"
从一个陌生世界回归巫界,最合理方式就是建立传送阵,然而,对于此时的恩佐来说显然条件不够,因此他想回归巫师世界,唯一方法就是晋升四阶万灵巫师.
Only when you reach the level of a wizard of all spirits can Enzo rely on the power of rules to communicate with the wizard world and return.
Fourth-level life form, wizard of all spirits!
"In my current state, the only way to be promoted to the wizard of all spirits is to seize control of a world!" Enzo's face appeared, then his eyes became firm, and he said in a deep voice: Since that's the case, let me complete the plane expedition alone and rely on the power of the war ghost world to advance to the fourth level!"
In a moment, Enzo had made a decision.
"But before everything starts, I'd better regain my strength first!" Then, Enzo shook his head again, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
The price of crossing the void crack is difficult for even a third-level wizard. The endless void turbulence is still very lucky for Enzo to survive the process of traveling through time.
"You can regain your strength by stepping into the plane!" Enzo murmured to himself.
...
Meanwhile, the Tatar tribe.
Among the tribes similar to the small village, there are wooden buildings everywhere, and sometimes some stone houses can be seen, but the number is extremely rare.
In the most central area of ​​the tribe, there is a two-story stone building with the main body made of rock and the outer periphery is a log fence.
Inside the stone building, in the hall.
There are wooden boards on the ground, and at the front is a huge rock seat with animal skins on it, and some bronze weapons are placed on the shelves around it.
Above the stone pedestal, a burly man was sitting on it, holding two female and ghost tribes with both hands, and almost all the animal skins on his body were taken off. The scene looked red and red.
Step on.
At this time, a sound of footsteps came. Wendy, who had just left the cabin, came to the stone building and saw the man and woman entangled on the stone building, and a hint of shyness appeared on her face.
"It's Wendy little."
The burly man on the stone pedestal seemed to have noticed Wendy, pushed the half-naked woman in her arms and asked, ": Is there anything wrong?"
The burly man named Drogo, who is the leader of the Tatar tribe. He has three blood patterns on his chest, symbolizing his identity as a red warrior.
The war ghost tribe, which dominates males, is only subordinate to women, and they cannot obtain extraordinary power. Coupled with the proportion gap, female war ghosts completely serve male war ghosts.
"Uncle Drogo!"
Wendy walked to the front of the stone pedestal and knelt on the ground naturally. A smile appeared on her face, and said proudly, "The male I picked up has woken up, and there is another blood warrior in our Tatar tribe."
"You mean...that inferior?"
Drogo frowned slightly and shook his head and said, ": It's hard to believe that he can survive such a serious injury."
"But it's useless even if you wake up."
"I've checked last time that the male is a bad species and is destined to be unable to become a blood warrior. Even if he joins the tribe, he will only waste resources!"
As he said that, Drogo stood up from the stone mount.
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"Uns...weak kind?"
Wendy opened her mouth wide, an incredible expression appeared on her face, a gleam of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and she lowered her head in a depressed mood.
In the language of the War Ghost Clan, the inferior species means deformity, which refers to those who are very thin and have innate developmental defects since birth.
The male war ghost tribe enters adulthood at the age of fifteen. Under normal development, they can reach a height of 2.5 meters, and their qi and blood are extremely strong. It is normal to have rock-like muscles, and they do not even require any exercise.
Enzo, who was picked up by Wendy, is over fifteen years old in terms of bone development, but is only about 1.8 meters tall, which is obviously a inferior species.
"I survived such a serious injury, but unfortunately I am a bad person." Drogo shook his head, as if he was a little sorry, and said, ": The bad person is destined to be unable to become a blood warrior. This is a matter recognized by history. Although there are very few cases, the probability is only one in ten thousand, and it is not worth the tribe's waste of resources."
In the history of the Ghost War Clan, most of the inferior species are mediocre, and very few can become blood warriors, but they will not achieve too high results in the future, so they are not valued. Even in some extreme tribes, once a inferior species makes a sound, they will be directly killed, so as not to continue the bloodline of the inferior species and give birth to more inferior species.
"Can the inferior species really not become a blood warrior?" Wendy asked unwillingly.
“Some, but too few.”
Drogo hesitated and said, ": If you persist, you can try that inferior type. If you can become a blood warrior within half a year, then maybe you can get him to join the tribe."
"Otherwise, he has only two ways to go."
"The first is to be expelled by the tribe and fend for oneself in the wilderness. The second is to be castrated and stay in the tribe to serve as a woman!"
Wendy's face turned pale, and she seemed to be frightened.
The war ghost tribe has always been very harsh in treating inferior species, and they will never allow those deformed children to breed bloodlines. Therefore, once the inferior species become adults, they will be castrated and serve the tribe as a woman.
"Okay, little Wendy."
Then, a hint of gentleness appeared on Drogo's face and said, "I know you have spent a lot of energy on that inferior species, but you cannot become the inferior species of the Blood Warrior. Even if you stay in the tribe, it is useless. The Tatar tribe's attitude towards inferior species is already very gentle. If it were the Gaosuo tribe, he would probably have cut off his head at the first moment of discovering the inferior species."
"I understand, Uncle Drogo." Wendy nodded obediently, then got up and left, and left the stone house.
Drogo shook his head, turned around and returned to the stone pedestal, and continued to entangle with the bodies of several women fighting ghosts serving around him.
...
In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.
During this period, Enzo continued to recover from his own state, and at the same time, through conversations with Wendy, he obtained more information about the World of War Ghosts.
This day.
Inside the Tatar tribe.
"Very good, the magic power has gradually recovered." In the wooden house, Enzo sat alone by the bed, feeling a trace of magic power in his body, and commanded in his heart.
"Chip, call out my physical data."
"Enzo/Strength: 9.5/Physical: 10/Psychology: 11.5/Level: Third-level Wizard/State: Weak."
Looking at the data panel that appeared in front of me, Enzo's eyes flashed slightly.
His state is still weak, but his physique is gradually recovering. Although Enzo has not fully recovered his strength, he has reached the level of a first-level wizard.
"I finally have a little bit of self-protection."
Enzo sighed in his heart that in a strange world, there were dangers everywhere, and without enough power to support him, he could not do anything.
During Enzo's rehabilitation, people from the Tatar tribe also looked for him and asked about his origin and information. Enzo lied that he was a wanderer from a distant tribe. Under the influence of spiritual witchcraft, the Tatar tribe did not notice any abnormalities.
Step on.
At this time, a knock came from outside. Wendy pushed open the door and did not come in. She just exposed her little head and spoke.
"Enzo, Uncle Drogo wants to see you."
The leader of the Tatar tribe, the Red Warrior Drogo, Enzo had seen him once before, but there was no communication between the two.
"Okay, I get it." Enzo responded.
As the leader of the Tatar tribe and the only red-textured warrior in the tribe, Drogo has absolute authority and anyone must obey his orders, even Enzo, who has not yet joined the Tatar tribe, is no exception.
Enzo got up and put on a leather jacket, then followed Wendy's footsteps and came outside a two-story stone building.
"Uncle Drogo is inside, you can go in by yourself." Wendy whispered outside the stone building, looking at Enzo's eyes flashed with pity.
Immediately afterwards, Wendy trotted away.
Enzo looked thoughtful, and based on the information he had mastered during this period, he had some inferences about Drogo's sudden summons.
"Are you planning to let me make a decision?"
Enzo murmured to himself, his eyes flashing, and he said, "Fortunately, my strength has been restored a little, so I will not be slaughtered like I did when I first traveled to this world."
Then, Enzo walked into the stone building.
In the hall inside the stone building, Enzo saw Drogo sitting alone on the stone mount. He was naked and his eyes were full of majesty.
"Chief Drogo."
Enzo took a step forward, and according to the custom of fighting the ghost tribe, he hammered his chest with one hand and saluted, expressing respect to the leader of the Tatar tribe.
Drogo nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Outsider, you have been in the Tatar Tribe for half a month, right?"
"Yes." Enzo nodded, saying neither humble nor arrogantly. ": Thank you very much for Miss Wendy for saving my life and the help and care of the Tatar Tribe over the past half month."
"I heard that you were wandering from the south of the Solu Plain?" Drogo looked at Enzo and asked, "As far as I know, several major tribes in the south are fighting. Did you come to the Solu Plain to escape the war?"
Enzo's eyes flashed and he thought slightly in his heart.
Before he could answer, Drogo waved his hand and said, "Forget it, these things have nothing to do with me, and it's okay if you don't want to say it."
"But now that you have come to the Solu Plain and have lived in the Tatar tribe for so long, it's time to make a choice."
"Select?" Enzo's heart moved.
"Yes, the Tatar tribe does not accept waste." Drogo looked at Enzo and said in a deep voice, "If you want to continue to stay in the Tatar tribe, then there are only two ways to go."
"First, become a blood warrior within half a year!"
"Any blood warrior is the descendant of the God of Blood Killer. If you can become a blood warrior, you can naturally join the Tatar tribe and enjoy all the resources in the tribe!" Drogo spread his palm and said.
"Blood Warrior!" Enzo narrowed his eyes.
The so-called blood warrior is an existence that is somewhat similar to a knight. Relying on certain special methods to master extraordinary force, every adult warrior has become a blood warrior as honor, but this is limited to the male warrior.
Chapter completed!