The city of the beginning, the middle area.
Unlike the large number of war fortress-like buildings outside, the middle of the initial city has an ornate palace-shaped building, surrounded by teams of evil ghost soldiers patrolling back and forth, and shadow crows are also circling in the sky.
Inside the palace, there is a gorgeous bedroom.
The woman in an elegant long dress was enjoying a delicious lunch under the service of several maids. She was divided into small pieces of steak and put into her mouth with a silver knife and fork. The woman chewed it gently, but her expression on her face was a little dull.
Suddenly, the beautiful woman put down the knife and fork in her hand.
"How is Uncle Drogo? Are you still angry?"
Wendy asked softly, "It's been ten years since she gave birth to children. The young girl at the time has grown into a woman. She has drunk the potion of spring. Her appearance has been fixed in the most perfect image, and she looks like a girl's sweetness and a woman's charm."
Next to him, Yara, who was a maid, shook her head.
"Uncle Drogo is still angry. After all, what happened last time really made him a little unacceptable." Yara shook her head with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "Although the God of Blood Slayer has disappeared for ten years, it is not so easy to make the tribe members abandon their beliefs."
"Especially..." Yara wanted to speak but stopped.
Wendy frowned slightly, but sighed in her heart. She understood what Yara wanted to say. In ten years, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes, even to an incredible level.
The rise of the evil ghost tribe made the Tatar tribe unable to follow suit.
Originally, the War Ghost Clan was the only ruler in the world, but the appearance of the evil ghost Clan subverted this order. Even though the Tatar tribe was not attacked and was regarded as a guest of honor by the evil ghost Clan, Drogo, as the leader of the War Ghost Clan tribe, still could not accept this fact.
Especially, news kept coming from outside that the army of the evil ghost clan had defeated several kingdoms of the war ghost clan.
The world's pattern seems to be changed!
Eight years ago, the entire Tatar tribe was moved into the city. As the mother of Zophie, Wendy became the well-deserved queen and had the power to accuse the evil ghost tribe at will.
But Drogo felt very uneasy.
The disappearance of the Blood-killing God made all the war ghost tribes nervous. The closer they got to the evil ghost tribe, the more frightened Drogo became. He didn't know how the Tatar tribe should position itself and whether it would be regarded as a betrayer by the Blood-killing God.
Under such circumstances, Drogo could only keep praying.
He prayed to the God of Blood-killing to give him guidance, but his countless prayers received no response. Drogo was frightened and decided to leave the city of Origin not long ago after discussing with the Tatar tribes.
"We are the Ghost War Clan!"
At that time, Drogo struggled and said in a deep voice, "If you continue to get entangled with the evil ghost clan, you will be punished by the blood-killing god after the great blood-killing god comes back."
It is precisely because of the punishment of the God of Blood-killing that the Tatar tribe decided to break away from the initial city and head to the direction of the Hailar Kingdom, intending to seek refuge in 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 in a deep voice, "You are all my tribe members. Whether you leave the First City or not, you cannot get rid of this relationship. Therefore, it is meaningless even if you escape to the Hailar tribe."
Wendy then put all the Tartar tribes under house arrest.
This kind of behavior is naturally unacceptable for Drogo, but the Tatar tribe alone cannot compete with the evil ghost tribe, so even if Drogo strongly opposes it, he can only accept reality.
"The tribe will understand me..." Wendy sighed, her eyes firm.
On the other side, inside a castle.
The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were all under house arrest, guarding the evil ghost guards outside. They could enjoy all treatments inside the castle, whether they were food or alcohol, and the only constraint was that they could not leave here.
In a room, Drogo's face was serious.
"The great blood-killing god!"
Drogo spoke in a respectful tone and murmured, ": Please give me guidance to the humble believers and tell me what to do? The Tatar tribe will always be your most loyal servant. Please do not abandon us!"
I prayed countless times but never received any response.
In Drogo's heart, he had no hope, but it was the only thing he could do. In the past ten years, the Tatar tribe lived safely in the initial city under the protection of the evil ghost tribe. The tribe members no longer had to fight for survival, and the number of people in the entire tribe has more than doubled.
However, even though survival became easier, Drogo still felt uneasy.
Maintaining a thousand years of faith in the God of Blood-killing makes it difficult for every ghost warrior to change his own ideas.
In the room, Drogo prayed devoutly.
However, at this moment.
The originally bright surroundings were suddenly shrouded in red, and the invisible divine power seemed to isolate this space, which also made Drogo's pupils shrink.
As it was in place, a phantom slowly emerged.
"Killing...the God of Blood-killing?" Drogo murmured.
The phantom that appeared in the room was wearing red armor, with a mask like a grimace on her face, and her red eyes were full of pressure. Even if it was just a projection, Drogo couldn't help but kneel down.
"Are you calling me?"
The voice of the God of Blood Killing was a hint of nothingness, as if it was heard from somewhere, and said a little dull, ": My loyal believer!"
Drogo nodded quickly.
"Great God of Blood Killing, please guide the Tatar Tribe forward." Feeling the oppressive gaze of the God of Blood Killing, Drogo couldn't help but tremble all over and said, ": Please forgive the guilt of the Tatar Tribe and accept the protection of the evil ghost tribe. It is not the will of the Tatar Tribe in the heart!"
"All this is the reason for that apostle!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The apostle in Drogo's mouth is naturally Enzo. At that time, the God of Disaster had not yet fallen, and the God of Blood Killing and Enzo joined forces. In order to explain everything to the Tatar tribe, the God of Blood Killing Xuancheng Enzo is his apostle and has authority second only to God.
Suddenly, the God of Blood-killing fell into silence.
After a while, he spoke in vain and said, ": The apostle has betrayed his gods, and the authority he once gave him will be taken back without any trace."
Drogo was shocked and buried his head lower.
It seemed as if everything was as he guessed. Enzo, who was originally an apostle, had broken with the God of Blood-killing for some reason, which led to the rise of the evil ghost clan and attempted to replace the position of the War Ghost clan.
"Does Enzo plan to kill the god?"
Drogo's thoughts flashed, and suddenly came up with such an idea, as if he was shocked. The frog in the well had no idea about the vastness of the multiverse, and his eyes were only the world of war ghosts, and he did not understand the information about the wizard civilization at all.
In Drogo's mind, Enzo is just a special inferior species.
He mastered the abilities of the evil ones through certain methods, but he was not controlled by the God of Disaster, but instead gained the trust of the God of Blood-killing. The two seemed to have joined forces to carry out some major events that were enough to change the world pattern.
It is precisely because of this that the Black Fog Season disappeared.
Drogo even suspected that the disappearance of the Black Mist Season might prove that the God of Disaster has fallen. This should have been a good thing for the War Ghost Clan, but the rise of the Evil Ghost Clan made this matter full of uncertainty.
Drogo is not sure what happened.
But in his heart, he still recognized his identity very much, that is, the believer of the great blood-killing god, and this will never change.
"Please descend the oracle, Lord Blood-killing God!"
Drogo raised his head, his face was extremely firm, and he gently hit his chest with his fist, saying, ": The Tatar tribe is willing to give everything for you. Since the apostle has turned his back on his faith, he should be punished."
Hearing Drogo's answer, a trace of strangeness flashed in the eyes of the God of Blood-killing.
Thousands of years of rule over the world and the War Ghost Clan guaranteed his authority. Even if he had disappeared for ten years, once he appeared again, he could 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 was like this. Even though the gods regarded mortals as ants and suppressed or slaughtered casually, few people had the idea of ​​resisting and became more pious.
It is precisely because of this that the ancestor of the wizard seems particularly special.
It is a miracle to subvert the rule of gods with the body of a mortal. In addition, in order to continuate the wizard civilization, he finally broke the shackles of the world with his own power and transformed into new world rules, which is even more precious.
Wizard civilization never believes in God.
But perhaps, in the heart of every wizard, the meaning of the ancestor is like a real god, who burns the fire of the wizard civilization at his own expense.
"I'm very satisfied with your answer."
After a while, the blood-killing god spoke quietly and said hoarsely, "It seems that the Tatar tribe has not abandoned faith and is still my most loyal believer. In this case, I will give all Tatar people the opportunity to enter my God Kingdom after death."
Drogo suddenly raised his head, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
Entering the world of the Kingdom of God after death is the greatest reward given to believers by gods and the goal that every believer strives for. However, the current blood-killing god has not even evolved its own artifact, so the Kingdom of God is obviously a lie.
Using some vague rewards to deceive believers is also a basic means for gods!
"Thank you very much, Lord Blood-killing God!"
Drogo's chest was thrilled with excitement, his face turned red, as if he was a little excited. He could get God's only promise, which was an indescribable surprise for believers.
"But before all this, the Tatar tribe still needs..."
A strangeness flashed in the eyes of the God of Blood-killing, his voice became hoarse and low, and the room covered by red light was filled with a scent of seduction.
Hearing the command of the God of Blood Killing, a trace of struggle appeared on Drogo's face.
"Must...do you want this?" His face hesitated.
The blood-killing god's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice: Are you questioning me?"
"No! I dare."
Drogo was startled and quickly lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Please rest assured, the great God of Blood Killing, the Tatar Tribe will never let your expectations down."
A trace of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the God of Blood-killing, and then disappeared from the spot.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The central area of ​​the city of Origin is adjacent to the gorgeous palace. A standard wizard tower stands on the ground. The surrounding evil ghost tribe teams are patrolling, but no one dares to approach the tower.
On the top of the tower, in a laboratory.
The room was filled with pungent smell. At a huge experiment table, Enzo looked at the burning candlestick in front of him, and the boiling liquid inside was constantly condensing into a small cup.
After a moment, the flames under the candlestick went out.
The potion in the metal container gradually cooled down and emitted a disgusting smell. Enzo frowned slightly, dipped it with his fingers a little, and sent it to the tip of his nose to sniff it, and couldn't help but shake his head.
The experiment failed, and the ideal agent was not successfully developed.
Although the resources in the World of War Ghosts are barren, after ten years of exploration, Enzo still found some resources that belong to this world. If these special resources are sent to the World of Wizards as specimens, they will be converted into a large number of magic stones.
As a potionist, Enzo considered converting them into potion formulas as soon as he obtained resources, but thousands of experiments within a few years still did not make substantial breakthroughs.
There are only a dozen potion formulas that have been successful, and the potion refined has not been outstanding. It is a relatively useless existence. It is almost worthless for Enzo, who has been promoted to the third-level wizard and is preparing to attack the fourth-level rank.
"Sure enough, I'm still too anxious to consider these things now."
Enzo's face was calm, and he poured the potion from the metal container into a special vessel, then shook his head and murmured, ": There is probably a long way to go before I completely conquer this world. Only when I become a fourth-level wizard and the real master of the world can I mine this world unscrupulously."
"As for now, let's forget it..."
For the fourth-level wizard, the conquered world is equivalent to its own back garden, and the resources inside can be mined at will. Most of the original indigenous creatures in the world will be branded and exist as private slaves.
For example, when he was an apprentice, Enzo had seen many Taurus creatures built for the academy in the Forest of Mist. They belonged to local creatures in a remote world. They were not very smart, but had very strong physical strength, so they were the most suitable slave creatures for physical labor.
The most important thing is that the price is low, and a slave is less than a magic stone.
Chapter completed!