"This breath...the God of Blood-killing?"
Enzo's eyes flashed slightly. In the moment, he felt a powerful force emitting from the God-given stone tablet. He was one of the two gods in the world of war ghosts, the God of Blood-killing.
The sacrifices of the Tatar tribe seemed to please the blood-killing god.
Therefore, this powerful existence reduced his divine power and gave the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe the power, so that they could shroud this halo-like power, which could show stronger strength during harvest hunting.
However, this gift is not without harm.
Relying on the gift of the gods to gain powerful power, not only will one consume one's own vitality in the process, but it will also deepen the influence of the Blood Killer God on them, allowing the Blood Killer God to remain in the body of the Blood Warrior like a seed.
"It's the method of the blood-killing god to control the world..."
Enzo sighed slightly in his heart. As one of the indigenous gods in the world of ghost warfare, the God of Blood Slaying has always strengthened his control over the world, but this behavior is understandable.
The War Ghost Clan believes in the God of Blood-killing. Every blood warrior thinks that the God of Blood-killing gives everything as glory. Even if they know that the Gods will leave it in their bodies like seeds, they will probably not have any resistance.
"May the God of Blood Killing bless the Tatar tribe's harvest hunting this year!"
After a while, the sacrifice before the harvest hunt could end. Drogo, as the leader, shouted loudly and then turned around suddenly.
"Tatal's Warriors, let's go!"
Then, Drogo carried the bronze spear and walked out of the tribe first. The other war ghost tribes followed closely, leaving only a few people including Karu, Batuer and others to stay in the Tatar tribe to prevent attacks from wild beasts.
Enzo walked among the crowd with a calm expression on his face.
Behind him, Batu's eyes were filled with resentful eyes. The number of people participating in harvest hunting in the Tatar tribe is limited every year. A large part of the reason why Batu's loss of hunting was due to Enzo's appearance.
"Hmph! Are you unwilling to give up?"
At this time, the lame blood warrior, sentry Kalu, suddenly spoke, looked at Batul and sneered, and said, ": If you don't want to become a shame for the tribe, just become a blood warrior as soon as possible!"
After saying that, Karu ignored Batu and turned back to the tribe whistle.
Batul gritted his teeth and made a secret decision in his heart that he would become a blood warrior before Drogo and others returned from a harvest hunting.
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On the endless plain, the plants and trees faintly appeared withered and yellow.
The harvest season is about to end, and the earth will eventually be shrouded in black fog. The god of disaster and mist returns to the earth. For every ghost tribe on the Solu Plain, it represents a disaster.
In the distance, the hunting team of the Tatar tribe slowly moved forward.
"I've been in the tribe for three months and finally can come out and take a look." Enzo moved forward without saying a word, but his eyes looked around and glanced at the Solu Plain.
In the sky, shadow crows fly.
Using the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo always pays attention to the dynamics of the plains. In a distant area, a giant was slowly moving forward, covered with red hair, like burning flames, four thick oval thighs supporting the huge body.
"Is this... a fire-toothed mammoth?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.
The giant beast that appeared in the vision of the shadow crow seemed to be a long-haired elephant, with a huge body, long hair like flames, and two white ivory sticking out along the corners of the mouth, looking extremely majestic.
Enzo learned a lot about his three months of living in the Tatar tribe.
Among them are the fire-toothed mammoth, which is a wasteland creature unique to the ghost world. It is a group creature. The adult fire-toothed mammoth is comparable to a first-level life form, and the leading elephant among them is even comparable to a second-level. When wandering in groups on the plains, even the Gaosuo tribe dares not offend easily.
However, the fire-toothed mammoth in front of him was moving forward alone.
His front legs were bleeding, as if a hole was pierced by ivory. Every step forward seemed extremely difficult, and he made a shrill sound from time to time, as if expressing some emotions.
"A fire-toothed mammoth driven away by the tribe!"
Enzo's eyes flashed, and he inferred in his heart that although the fire-toothed mammoth is a group creature, once the male elephant enters the estrus, it may challenge the leader and fight for mating rights through battle.
If a fire-toothed mammoth can defeat the leader in battle, it can naturally replace it, but if it fails, it will inevitably be expelled from the group by the leader.
Therefore, most fire-toothed mammoths will never choose to challenge their leaders in their lives. They will stay in the clan at the cost of giving up their mating rights. Only a small number of fire-toothed mammoths will challenge their leaders for their mating rights.
"What is that?"
At this time, the hunting team of the Tatar tribe had already arrived at a high slope. A blood warrior looked into the distance and suddenly found a fire-toothed mammoth walking alone on the plain. A hint of surprise appeared on his face.
"It's a fire-toothed mammoth!"
Drogo's eyes lit up, a smile appeared on his face, and he whispered, "And it's still injuring, haha! The God of Blood Slayer blesses, it seems that we have a good luck in hunting this year."
The value of a fire-toothed mammoth is naturally self-evident.
As a first-level living body, the fire-toothed mammoth is full of treasures, both in flesh and blood, and the most precious ivory is the treasure that even the Gaosuo tribe desires.
The Tatar tribe is just a small tribe, and every year it needs to contribute some tribute to the Gaosuo tribe. Three years ago, it was because the Tatar tribe failed to make enough contributions that the tribe was attacked.
"Killing this fire-toothed mammoth is enough to be a tribute this year!"
Looking at the injured fire-toothed mammoth in the distance, Drogo's eyes were hot and he raised his hand to order the hunting team to surround him. He had made up his mind to take down the fire-toothed mammoth.
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The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were divided into three teams, two of which were ten of them, surrounded from left to right, while Drogo led the remaining members to rush towards the Fire Tooth Mammoth from the front.
Step by step!
The frenzied footsteps sounded, and a large group of humans suddenly appeared around them, which shocked the fire-toothed mammoth, but it was not afraid at all and made an angry hissing.
"Charity, charge!"
Drogo roared and charged, waving the bronze spear in his hand. Other blood warriors around threw spears at the fire-toothed mammoth, but the metal spear hit the fire-toothed mammoth, making a puff sound, and then fell down, causing no damage at all.
This attack in turn angered the Fire-toothed Mammoth.
It swung its long nose, rolled up a rock from the side, and smashed it toward it. The huge rock flew away like a meteor. Several blood warriors had no time to dodge, so they could only raise a bronze shield to resist.
Bang!
The rock hit the bronze shield and made a loud noise. Several blood warriors hiding behind also flew backwards, staggering and falling to the ground, their arms were slightly bent, and blood was spit out from their mouths.
"Everyone can do it, let me do it!"
Seeing that the Blood Warrior's attack could not cause damage to the Fire-Tooth Mammoth, Drogo shouted loudly, ordering others to disperse, just surrounding the Fire-Tooth Mammoth, and no longer need to attack.
Then, Drogo roared and rushed up.
The bronze spear stabbed the fire-toothed mammoth suddenly, but it made a slight sound, and was blocked by the fire-toothed mammoth with its hard ivory. At the same time, it opened its elephant's mouth and sprayed a ball of flame.
Drogo quickly retreated, but was still burned by the flames, and he suddenly seemed a little embarrassed.
"Can you control flames, similar magical abilities?"
Behind, Enzo watched the battle in front of him, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. The fire-toothed mammoth could spit fire. This was already a magical ability, just like a monster in the wizard world.
"Its ability should be more than that..."
After the fire-toothed mammoth broke away from Drogo, its huge body covered with red hair suddenly emitted a stream of high-temperature steam. Then, its two white ivory also appeared fiery red, as if it was burning.
The next moment, the fire-toothed mammoth charged towards Drogo.
The two ivory seemed to be burned red, appearing fiery red, and the temperature had exceeded a certain level. Even Drogo had a first-level life body constitution, it seemed that he could not resist such an attack.
Therefore, Drogo can only dodge quickly.
Fortunately, the front leg of the Fire-Tooth Mammoth was injured and the movement speed was not fast. Drogo easily avoided the attack and stabbed a bronze spear, leaving a blood hole on the body of the Fire-Tooth Mammoth.
roar!
The fire-toothed mammoth roared wildly and turned around and crashed into Drogo, but its huge body was not flexible. In addition, it was injured in the front leg and could not catch up with Drogo. It was played casually like a crazy bull.
"The physique and strength are strong, and have magical abilities."
Enzo looked at the fire-toothed mammoth, and used a chip to record information in his heart. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly and said, "It's a pity that the defect of mental power is destined to not have much wisdom, so it can only be classified as a monster."
"However, even if the fire-toothed mammoth can resist the attack of the Blood Warrior, it means that its defense is very high. If it can be peeled off, it should have some value whether it is made into leather armor or a wizard robe."
A thoughtful expression appeared on Enzo's face.
As a first-order living body, the materials on the body of the fire-toothed mammoth are very valuable. If it is peeled off and made into a wizard robe, it will not only have extremely high defense, but also have a trace of fire resistance.
Meanwhile, the battle ahead continues.
The fire-toothed mammoth fought with Drogo, and its physical strength was being consumed sharply. After several rounds of charge, but could not cause any damage to Drogo, the fire-toothed mammoth finally gave up this behavior and stopped in place.
Blood holes appeared on the body of the fire-toothed mammoth.
Such injuries may not be fatal for the fire-toothed mammoth with a strong constitution, but it is constantly consuming it. If this continues, it will not take long before the fire-toothed mammoth will fall.
roar!
After several rounds of charge, the Fire-Tooth Mammoth seemed to see this, so it stopped in place, let out a roar, then gave up Drogo, and rushed forward in one direction.
"Stop it!"
Seeing that the fire-toothed mammoth wanted to break through, Drogo quickly shouted, and the blood warriors around him immediately surrounded him. Facing the huge fire-toothed mammoth, the blood warriors were not too afraid.
Bang!!
The fire-toothed mammoth charge directly knocked a blood warrior away, but the other blood warriors waved their spears and stabbed them at their injured legs, and stabbed them into the flesh and blood along the wound.
The severe pain caused the fire-toothed mammoth to shake its nose and curled up a blood warrior.
Then, it swung violently, threw the blood warrior out, and smashed heavily on the rock. The bones made a shattering sound, even the chest was protruding, looking extremely terrifying.
"Not afraid of death, longing for battle!"
Many blood warriors besieged the Fire-toothed Mammoth, but Enzo did not take action. Looking at the blood warriors seriously injured by the Fire-toothed Mammoth, a thoughtful expression appeared on their faces, and the luster in their eyes flashed slightly.
The blood warriors of the ghost tribe are eager to fight and are not afraid of death.
This seems to have become the tradition of every tribe. Since its birth, the message the male warriors have received is combat. In their concept, the blood warriors who died in battle will return to the embrace of the God of Blood Killing, so almost few blood warriors will fear death.
"Ignorance may also be a kind of courage."
Enzo sighed in his heart, the blood warriors returned to the embrace of the God of Blood Killing when they fought to the death. This was obviously a false information. The world of war ghosts was just a small world, and the God of Blood Killing was just an indigenous god.
He had no ability to open up the Kingdom of God at all, so it was even more impossible to accept the blood warriors after their death. In this indigenous world, death means losing the body and the soul completely disappears after a period of time.
In front, the charge of the fire-toothed mammoth seriously injured several blood warriors.
But its leg bones were injured after all, so it moved slowly. Under the attack of the blood warriors, they could not break through the siege at all. Instead, due to the intense exercise, the injuries on their bodies became even more serious.
"Forget it, let me help you."
Enzo murmured to himself, intending to end the battle as soon as possible. The magic power in his body turned into a shadow and attacked the fire-toothed mammoth. Among the huge shadows on the ground, threads changed the environment.
Suddenly, the fire-toothed mammoth, who was originally planning to charge, suddenly fell to the ground, and struggled for a few times but could not stand up. The blood warriors around him immediately surrounded him and spears stabbed him one by one.
"Everyone goes away!!"
Chapter completed!