After recording all the contents on the God-given stone tablet, Enzo began to practice.
"Huh? What's going on?"
With the help of the chip, Enzo quickly began to get started, but he suddenly discovered that after practicing the Blood Warrior's martial arts, a faint force suddenly appeared in his body, constantly causing an impact on him.
Enzo frowned slightly and decisively stopped practicing.
Then, he looked forward and looked at the broken God-given stone tablet for a while, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I see!"
Enzo narrowed his eyes and thought, "Is this the real purpose of leaving a god-given stone tablet for the War Ghost Clan and allowing them to master extraordinary force?"
The existences called God in the world are often the same as above!
Even the backward indigenous world is no exception. As a god born in the world, the God of Blood Killing defeated the God of Disaster and left the God-given stone tablet. Is it really just to protect the War Ghost Clan?
The answer is obviously no!
Through the brief cultivation process just now, Enzo could clearly feel that a force formed and caused an impact in his body.
That is the purpose of the God of Blood Killing!
He left a stone tablet for the War Ghost Clan and allowed the War Ghost Clan to master extraordinary force. The fundamental reason was to better control the War Ghost Clan and strengthen his rule over the world.
Every male warrior tribe will cultivate a special force in his body during the process of practicing the God-given Stone Monument, and that force is the means of the blood-killing god.
Relying on the power of the Blood-killing God, the War Ghost Clan became blood warriors. As the power in their bodies continued to grow, they were less able to escape from the control of the Blood-killing God, and even completely became puppets.
"Blood Warrior, Red Warrior!"
Enzo's eyes flashed and he whispered, "Relying on the God-given Stone Monument to master extraordinary power, in this process, the War Ghost Clan will continue to lose itself and eventually become a puppet of the Blood-killing God."
"If humans believed in the wizard world in ancient times, and had the existence of extraordinary power through prayer and sacrifice, they would also be called crazy believers!"
The multiverse is endless, but the planes ruled by gods are almost the same. Every god is eager to completely rule the world, so it is never allowed to appear too powerful in the lower world.
Even in many worlds, gods do not allow mortals to master extraordinary power. Once a heresy is discovered, they will try their best to eradicate it.
When I was at the Crow Phantom Academy, Enzo had read a large number of books. One of them recorded a world where a god named Lady Glory dominates the world. For some reasons, women who awaken extraordinary powers often appear in that world.
In order to prevent the extraordinary from appearing and subverting their rule, Ms. Glory descended the oracle and regarded all women who awakened the extraordinary power as evil witches. Once discovered, they would be burned to death at stake!
It is this cruel oracle that makes the witches hate Lady Glory. After accumulating enough power, they overturned Lady Glory's rule in one fell swoop, and successfully defected to the wizard world and joined the camp of wizard civilization.
Then, Enzo shook his head.
After realizing the essence of the God-given stone tablet, he obviously could not continue to practice, but if he wanted to continue to stay in the Tatar tribe, he had to become a blood warrior within half a year.
"Chip, carry out data improvement!"
Enzo commanded in his heart that as a wizard, he had enough knowledge and used the information on the God-given stone tablet to transform a new method of cultivation, which was simply a breeze.
After a moment, the data is improved!
"There's no problem now." Enzo looked at the information in front of him with satisfaction. After the data-improved cultivation method, Enzo could not be influenced by the God of Blood Killing and become an extraordinary knight similar to the blood warrior.
"Name, Blood Warrior!"
Enzo named the new extraordinary knight path, which is also a cultivation method to temper qi and blood, but the process does not rely on the blood-killing god, but accumulates energy through a special breathing rhythm.
...
In a blink of an eye, another half month passed.
Inside the Tatar tribe.
Next to the huge broken stone tablet, the young men of the Ghost Clan were practicing and trying to become blood warriors. Batu, who had the most potential, squatted in the corner, his face pale and ugly.
"Damn!" Batu's eyes were gloomy.
He stared at the God-given stone tablet and continued to practice according to the above method, but the qi and blood in his body became more and more disordered, making his condition worse and worse.
In the past half month, Batur had almost had nightmares. At first, every night, he would toss and turn, and try to fall asleep, and quickly woke up by the nightmare and could not get a rest at all.
And in the later stages, this situation became even more serious.
Even when he was awake during the day, Batur began to have hallucinations. The curse of the nightmare mark made him like a frightened bird, and he would feel fear and panic if he was storming.
If you think about it carefully, Batuer hasn't slept for half a month. If he hadn't relied on the strong physique of the War Ghost Clan, he might have died of weakness long ago.
"Batur!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears, and Batur's face turned pale, and he jumped up like a frightened bird, looking behind him with panic on his face.
"...What's wrong with you?" Drogo asked in confusion.
Batuer's face was pale, his chest was undulating, he gasped for a while, and a smile forced out of his face, and said, "Uncle Drogo."
"What's going on? Why are you in such a bad state?" Drogo frowned.
"Maybe...I haven't had a good sleep?"
Batur's lips were chapped and a bitter smile appeared on his pale face. He didn't know what had happened to him recently. The constant nightmare made him unable to sleep at all.
Drogo looked suspicious, then shook his head and said, ": How is your recent practice? How long will it take to become a blood warrior?"
“…It will take some time.”
Baturna said, in fact, half a month ago, he was only one line away from the Blood Warriors, and breaking through was simply a breeze.
However, half a month of ruled by nightmare made Batu's blood and blood continue to decline. Not only did the opportunity to impact the Blood Warriors get farther and farther, but even the strength has a vague trend of regression.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The main reason why the Blood Warrior is called a Blood Warrior is the power of qi and blood. Only with enough Qi and blood can the Ghost Clan successfully become a Blood Warrior!
"Come on! Bathur."
Drogo nodded and said in a deep voice, ": This year's harvest season is about to end, and the tribe will hold a harvest hunt soon. At that time, I hope to see you participate as a Blood Warrior!"
"Yes! Uncle Drogo!"
Batuer raised his chest and cheered up as much as possible, but his voice was insufficient.
Drogo nodded slightly, then turned and left.
Batur is the young man in the Tatar tribe who has the most hope of becoming a blood warrior. Since the Gauso tribe attacked three years ago, there have been no blood warriors in the tribe for three years, so Drogo has great hope for Batur.
"I must become a blood warrior before the harvest hunt!" After Drogo left, Batule gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
Then he walked towards the God-given stone tablet.
"By the way, where is that inferior person?" Batuer looked around, but did not see Enzo, so he asked the young man in the war ghost tribe beside him.
"That inferior type?"
The young man in the War Ghost Clan was stunned, scratched his head, and asked in confusion, ": I haven't seen him for several days, and it seems that I have been hiding in the house all day."
Batur frowned slightly, then a sneer appeared on his face, and he said disdainfully, "Have you given up? It's worthy of being a bad person."
Then, Batuer shook his head.
In his opinion, Enzo, who is a inferior species, obviously gave up becoming a blood warrior, so he hid in the room every day and enjoyed his last time as a male.
On the other side, inside the wooden house.
In the humble wooden house, Enzo sat cross-legged on the bed, and the illusory crows were floating around, as if it was a scene formed by meditation.
After a while, Enzo slowly opened his eyes.
"Very good, the magic has recovered part of it." Enzo's eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on his face. After a period of recovery, the magic power in his body had reached the peak of a first-level wizard.
At the same time, Enzo has also become a bloody warrior.
The practice technique improved by chips has already fallen into the category of knight breathing method. Compared with the cultivation method invented by the indigenous gods on the God-given stone tablet, it has a more powerful effect on tempering qi and blood.
Therefore, Enzo easily became a bloody warrior.
"The combat power of the blood warrior is equivalent to that of the Sky Knight, and its characteristics are strong blood and blood, which is similar to the blood warriors of the warriors of the ghost clan." Enzo murmured, ": I disguised as a blood warrior as a blood warrior. Even Drogo, the leader of the Tatar tribe, may not see any abnormality..."
Step by step!
Just as Enzo was thinking, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. He moved his heart and saw Wendy pushing the door open.
"It's time to eat! Enzo!"
Wendy stepped into the wooden house, holding a wooden basin with both hands, and the inside was steaming hot, emitting the tempting aroma of barbecue, which made people unable to help but move their index fingers.
A large pot of barbecue was placed on the table.
Since Enzo was summoned by Drogo and chose to practice the Blood Warrior, the Tatar tribe began to treat him as a male, and like other males, he could eat meat and blood food every day.
The cultivation of the Blood Warriors mainly involves tempering qi and blood, and this process naturally requires a lot of nutrition, so every male fighter of ghosts has an amazing appetite.
"Thank you, Wendy."
Enzo said softly, and then began to enjoy delicious barbecue. A basin of barbecue is not enough for normal male warriors, but Enzo only ate two-thirds.
"Okay, I'm full."
Enzo wiped his mouth and smiled and said, "Let the rest be left to you to deal with, Wendy."
"So much left?"
Wendy looked at the barbecue in the wooden basin, and a disappointed expression appeared on her face. She lowered her head in a depressed state and couldn't help but mutter.
"Other males can eat three pots of meat a day..."
The greater the amount of food, the better the absorption, and it is also a symbol of the potential of the war ghost clan. The more you eat, the higher the possibility of becoming a blood warrior after cultivation. Enzo's can't even eat a basin of barbecue, which obviously means insufficient potential.
"Can't... the inferior species really become a blood warrior?" Wendy wailed in her heart, and showed a bitter gourd expression on her face, and said intimately, "If Enzo could not become a blood warrior, I would definitely marry that annoying person from Batu..."
Seeing Wendy's depressed expression at a glance, Enzo smiled and raised his hand to stroke her head.
"Don't worry, I will definitely become a Blood Warrior. As for the remaining barbecue, please help me solve it."
Wendy's eyes lit up and she nodded quickly.
She picked up the wooden basin, grabbed the barbecue with her tender little hands, and ate it into her mouth. In a moment, she ate all the remaining barbecue and even licked it completely.
“Male food is so delicious!”
Wendy's belly was round and she licked her fingers with some desire, and said shyly, "Since the tribe was attacked by Gaosuo people three years ago, I have never eaten barbecue again..."
In the War Ghost Tribe, only males are eligible to enjoy meat, while females’ food comes from insect trees. Only in rare cases can they occasionally enjoy a little meat.
The Tatar tribe three years ago had abundant resources before the Koso tribe was conquered. Therefore, a banquet was held every year during the Harvest Festival so that women could enjoy some meat. The Tatar tribe after being conquered by the Koso tribe lost such qualifications.
Suddenly, a harsh sound came from outside.
Bang!
The wooden basin in Wendy's hand fell to the ground. At the moment when she heard the harsh sound, her face turned pale as paper, and her body couldn't help but tremble.
"What's wrong? Wendy." Enzo frowned slightly.
"The tribe... is under attack." Wendy curled up in horror and hid in the corner. She recalled what happened three years ago in her mind, and her lips couldn't help but tremble.
"Gaosuo Tribe! It must be the Gaosuo Tribe! They are here again!"
"Gaoso Tribe?" Enzo frowned.
Then, his eyes flashed, and invisible magic emanated from his body, as if it had the power to soothe people's hearts, allowing the fearful Wendy to calm down.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Enzo squatted down, soothing Wendy's head with his hands, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
Wendy's face returned to a trace of blood. She took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile with difficulty, saying, ": The voice just now means that the tribe was attacked. I have only heard it once since I was born, when I was attacked by the Gosso tribe three years ago!"
"However, this time it may not be the Gosso tribe..." Wendy comforted herself in her heart.
Enzo's eyes flashed, and he felt a little clear in his heart.
Then, his eyes narrowed and he cast a sleeping rune at Wendy. After the girl fell asleep, he carried her to the bed and released a shadow magic to hide the area.
Immediately afterwards, Enzo got up and left the wooden house.
Chapter completed!