Different from the large number of war fortress-like buildings on the periphery, there is a gorgeous palace-shaped building in the central area of the initial city. Teams of evil ghost soldiers are patrolling around it, and shadow crows are constantly circling in the sky.
Inside the palace, in a gorgeous bedroom.
A woman wearing an elegant long dress was enjoying a delicious lunch under the service of several maids. The steak was cut into small pieces and put into her mouth with a silver knife and fork. The woman chewed it gently.
The expression on his 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 had been ten years since she gave birth to children. The young girl at the time had grown into a woman. After drinking the potion of spring, her appearance was fixed in the most perfect image. She looked like a girl.
Sweet and feminine.
Next to her, Yala, a maid, shook her head.
"Uncle Drogo is still angry. After all, what happened last time was really hard for him to accept." Yara smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying helplessly: "Although the blood-killing god has disappeared for ten years, I want to let him
It is not that easy for the tribesmen to abandon their beliefs."
"Especially..." Yara hesitated.
Wendy frowned slightly, but sighed in 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 ghost clan makes it difficult for the Tatar tribe to adapt.
Originally, the War Ghost Tribe was the sole ruler of the world, but the emergence of the Evil Ghost Tribe overturned this order. Even though the Tatar Tribe was not punished and was instead treated as an honored guest by the Evil Ghost Tribe, as the leader of the War Ghost Tribe,
Drogo still cannot accept this fact.
Especially when news keeps coming from outside that the evil ghost army has defeated several war ghost kingdoms.
The world seems to be about to change!
Since the construction of the Initial City was completed eight years ago, the entire Tatar tribe has been moved into this city. As the mother of little Zoffie, Wendy has become a well-deserved queen, with the power to accuse the evil ghost clan at will.
But Drogo felt very uneasy.
The disappearance of the blood-killing god made all the war ghost clans panic. The closer they got to the evil ghost clan, the more Drogo became frightened. He didn't know how the Tatar tribe should position itself, and whether it would be regarded as a betrayal by the blood-killing god.
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Under such circumstances, Drogo could only keep praying.
He prayed to the blood-killing god to guide him, but he received no response to his countless prayers. Drogo was panic-stricken, and not long ago, after discussing with the Tatar tribe, he decided to leave the original city.
"We are the war ghost clan!"
At that time, Drogo looked struggling and said in a deep voice, "If you continue to entangle yourself with the evil ghosts, you will definitely be punished by the great blood-killing god after he 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 original city and go to the direction of the Kingdom of Hyrule, intending to defect to the Kingdom of Hyrule.
However, this decision was opposed by Wendy.
"My husband is the god of the evil ghost tribe! My child is the king of the evil ghost tribe!" Wendy said with a firm face, "You are all my tribe, no matter whether you leave the original city or not, you can't."
There is no point in escaping to the Hyrule tribe if we get rid of this relationship."
Later, Wendy put all the Tatar tribe members under house arrest.
This kind of behavior is naturally unacceptable to Drogo, but the Tatar tribe alone cannot compete with the evil ghost tribe, so even if Drogo strongly objects, he can only accept the reality.
"My tribe will understand me..." Wendy sighed, her eyes firm.
On the other side, inside a castle.
The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe are all under house arrest here, and are guarded by evil ghost guards outside. They can enjoy all treatment inside the castle, whether it is food or drinks, and the only restriction is that they cannot leave here.
In a room, Drogo looked serious.
"The great blood-killing god!"
Drogo spoke with reverence and murmured, "Please give guidance to the humble believers and tell me what to do? The Tatar tribe will always be your most loyal servants, please don't abandon us!"
I prayed countless times but never received an answer.
In the bottom of Drogo's heart, he no longer had much hope, but it was the only thing he could do. For ten years, the Tatar tribe lived safely in the original city under the protection of the evil ghost tribe. The tribesmen did not have to
As they continued to fight for survival, the number of people in the entire tribe more than doubled.
However, even though survival has become easier, Drogo still feels uneasy.
Maintaining faith in the blood-killing god 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 flash of red, and invisible divine power seemed to isolate the space, causing Drogo's pupils to shrink.
In place, a shadow slowly emerged.
"The God of...Bloodkiller?" Drogo murmured.
The phantom that appeared in the room was dressed in red armor, with a grimace-like mask covering its face. Its red eyes were full of oppression. Even though it was just a projection, Drogo couldn't help but kneel down.
"Is it you calling me?"
The blood-killing god's voice contained a hint of emptiness, as if it came from nowhere, and said somewhat dullly: "My loyal believer!"
Drogo nodded quickly.
"Great Lord God of Blood Killer, please guide the Tatar tribe forward." Feeling the oppressive gaze of the Blood Killer God, Drogo couldn't help but tremble all over and said, "Please forgive the guilt of the Tatar tribe and accept the evil ghost tribe.
The protection of the Tatar tribe is not the will of the Tatar tribe!"
"All of this is because of that apostle!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The apostle Drogo talks about is naturally Enzo. At that time, the god of disaster had not yet fallen, and the blood-killing god joined forces with Enzo to explain to the Tatar tribe.
In all, the blood-killing god Xuancheng Enzo is his apostle and has authority second only to God.
Suddenly, the blood-killing god fell into silence.
After a while, he spoke quietly and said, "The apostle has betrayed his god, and all the authority once given to him will be taken back without mercy."
Drogo was shocked and buried his head lower.
Everything seemed to be as he suspected. Enzo, who was originally an apostle, had broken with the blood-killing god for unknown reasons. This led to the rise of the evil ghost clan and tried to replace the position of the war ghost clan.
"Could it be that... Enzo plans to kill God?"
Thoughts flashed in Drogo's heart, and he suddenly had such an idea. It seemed that even he was startled. The frog in the well had no idea of the vastness of the multiverse. Wherever he looked, he could only see the world of war ghosts, and he had no information about wizard civilization.
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In Drogo's mind, Enzo is just a special kind of bad guy.
Through certain methods, he mastered the abilities of the evil beings, but he was not controlled by the God of Disaster. Instead, he gained the trust of the God of Bloodkiller. The two seemed to have joined forces to carry out some major events that could change the world structure.
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 Disaster had fallen. This should have been a good thing for the War Ghost Tribe, but the rise of the Evil Ghost Tribe made this matter full of disquietude.
Certainty.
Drogo didn't know exactly what happened.
But deep down in his heart, he still fully recognizes his identity as a believer of the great blood-killing god, and this will never change.
"Please send down the oracle, Lord Bloodkiller God!"
Drogo raised his head, his face extremely determined, and he gently hammered his chest with his fist, 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 look flashed in the blood-killing god's eyes.
Having ruled the world and the War Ghost Clan for thousands of years, he has ensured his authority. Even if 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 was like this. Even though the gods regarded mortals as ants and suppressed or slaughtered them at will, few people had the idea of resisting, and instead became more pious.
It is precisely because of this that the ancestor of wizards is particularly special.
Subverting the rule of gods with a mortal body is a miracle in itself. In addition, for the continuation of wizard civilization, he used his own power to break the shackles of the world and incarnate into new world rules, which makes it even more precious.
The wizarding civilization never believed in gods.
But perhaps, in the heart of every wizard, the meaning of the ancestor is like a real god who allows the fire of wizard civilization to burn at the expense of himself.
"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 given up their faith and is still my most loyal believer. In this case, I will give all the Tatar people the opportunity to enter my kingdom of God after death."
Chance."
Drogo raised his head suddenly, with a hint 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 blood-killing god has not even evolved his own artifact, so the Kingdom of God is obviously a lie.
Using certain ethereal rewards to confuse believers is also a basic method for gods!
"Thank you very much, Lord Bloodkiller God!"
Drogo hammered his chest excitedly, his face flushed, as if he was a little excited. Being able to get the promise from the god was an unspeakable surprise for believers.
"But before all this, the Tatar tribe still needs..."
There was a strange flash in the blood-killing god's eyes, his voice became hoarse and low, and the room shrouded in red light was filled with a bewitching smell.
Upon hearing the blood-killing god's instructions, Drogo showed a trace of struggle on his face.
"Must...does it have to be like this?" His face looked hesitant.
The blood-killing god's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "Are you questioning me?"
"No! I don't dare."
Drogo was startled, and quickly lowered his head, gritting his teeth and saying, ": Please rest assured, great Lord of Bloodkillers, that the Tatar tribe will never disappoint your expectations."
A trace of satisfaction flashed in the blood-killing god's eyes, and then he disappeared.
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At the same time, on the other side.
In the central area of the Beginning City, adjacent to the gorgeous palace, a standard wizard tower stands on the ground. Teams of evil ghosts are patrolling around it, but no one dares to get close to the tower.
On the top floor of the tower, in a laboratory.
The room was filled with a pungent smell. Next to a huge experimental table, Enzo's eyes were focused, looking at the burning candlestick in front of him, where the boiling liquid was condensing into a small cup.
After a while, the flame under the candlestick went out.
The medicine in the metal container gradually cooled down and gave off a disgusting smell. Enzo frowned slightly, dipped a little of it with his finger, brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and couldn't help but shake his head.
The experiment failed and the ideal medicine was not successfully developed.
Although the resources in the War Ghost World are poor, after ten years of development, Enzo still found some resources unique to this world. If these special resources are sent to the Wizarding World as specimens, they will be converted into a large number of magic stones.
As a potion master, Enzo immediately considered converting the resources into potion formulas after obtaining them. However, after conducting thousands of experiments within a few years, there was still no substantial breakthrough.
There are only a dozen magic potion recipes that have been successful, and the effect of the potions produced is not outstanding. It is a relatively useless existence. For Enzo, who has been promoted to the third level wizard and is preparing to attack the fourth level.
, almost worthless.
"Sure enough, I'm still too anxious to think about these things now."
Enzo looked calm and poured the potion from the metal container into a special vessel. Then he shook his head and murmured, "I'm afraid there's still a long way to go before I can completely conquer this world. I'll wait until I become a fourth-level wizard."
, only the true master of the world can exploit this world unscrupulously."
"As for now, let's forget it..."
For a fourth-level all-spiritual wizard, the conquered foreign world is like his own back garden. The resources inside can be mined at will. Most of the world's original indigenous creatures will be branded and exist as private slaves.
For example, during his apprenticeship, Enzo once saw many tauren creatures building walls for the academy in the Mist Forest. They were native creatures of a remote world. Their intelligence was not too high, but their physical strength was very strong. Therefore,
It is a slave creature most suitable for manual labor.
The most important thing is that the price is low, the value of one slave is less than one 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-level all-spirits wizard as soon as possible can I return to the wizarding world and further improve my overall strength.
