Chapter 459: Brar Wolf Pack

At this time, not far away.

Drogo walked out of the stone house, with red stripes on his naked chest, flowing like blood, and his muscles were tense, like rocks.

"Uncle Drogo, what happened!"

On the other side, in a small wooden house, Batur hurried out, holding animal skins in one hand to cover his lower body, and asked in a panic.

In the small wooden house, two topless women ran out and ran towards the tribe. They were Batur's eighth and ninth wives.

Drogo frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.

In the past half month, Batur's training progress has been getting slower and slower. He has been unable to become a blood warrior, and even his appetite has decreased. However, he did not strengthen his training because of this, but was a little addicted to pleasure.

"Is the Gosho tribe attacking us?" Batur seemed not to see Drogo's dissatisfaction, and asked nervously.

"It's not the Gosau tribe." Drogo shook his head and said in a deep voice, "A group of Bular gray wolves appeared on the plains and were approaching the tribe, so I asked the tower to sound the alarm."

"Isn't it the Gosau tribe?"

Batur let out a long breath, as if he was relieved from fear. His chest rose and fell slightly, and he wondered, "If it was just a wolf pack, would we need to sound the alarm?"

Compared with the Gosau tribe, the wolf pack was not a threat at all. It seemed that the Tatar tribe did not need to make a big move or even mobilize all the male war ghosts.

"You don't understand!"

Drogo's expression was serious, and he said, "This time the number of wolves exceeded 100, and it seems that there is also a wolf leader. We must pay attention to it!"

"If I had known earlier, the Tatar tribe has been in a weak state since it was conquered by the Gosau people three years ago. It is the day of harvest hunting, and we must not be careless!"

"I understand, Uncle Drogo!"

Batur nodded, then picked up a metal weapon similar to a mace and ran towards the entrance of the tribe.

At this time, Drogo noticed Enzo on the side.

"Inferior?" He frowned slightly and scolded, "Why are you still here? Go hide with the women of the tribe and don't drag down others."

"I am also a warrior of the Tatar tribe. I shouldn't avoid fighting." Enzo shook his head and said in a light voice, "I have enjoyed the resources of the tribe for males for so long, and now it's time to make some contributions!"

After that, Enzo directly followed the footsteps of other male war ghosts.

Drogo was slightly stunned, but then he smiled.

Although this inferior species has no potential, it seems very brave. At least he has the courage to fight, which is enough to win respect.

At the entrance of the Tatar tribe.

Two wooden towers stand on both sides. The two male war ghosts on them look into the distance. On the vast plain, a group of big gray wolves like wild horses are running towards the Tatar tribe.

"Karu, what's the situation?" When he came to the tower, Drogo asked the sentry on it.

"It's the Brar gray wolf pack, there are a lot of them!" On the tower, Karu replied with a serious face.

"Open the gate immediately!" Drogo ordered decisively.

Then, several blood warriors stepped forward quickly and pushed the heavy wooden door open together. All the male warriors of the Tatar tribe rushed out.

The Bular Grey Wolf is a terrible beast.

They are in groups on the plains. They are as big as horses. They not only have sharp fangs and claws, but also have amazing jumping ability. The fence of the Tatar tribe is only five meters high and can't stop their attack at all.

Therefore, Drogo ordered to open the gate.

The blood warriors of the War Ghost Clan in the tribe rushed out and planned to deal with the attack of the wolf pack in an open space in front of the tribe. Only by keeping the group of Bular Grey Wolves out can the tribe be prevented from being damaged.

"Something is wrong!"

Looking at the wolf pack running in the distance, Drogo's face was solemn. Although the Bular Grey Wolf was brutal by nature and had attacked the tribe in groups, it would only happen when food was extremely scarce.

Now it is the harvest season, and there is plenty of prey on the plains.

There is no need for the Bular Grey Wolf Pack to take great risks to attack the Tatar tribe. These cunning beasts must know how powerful the War Ghost Tribe is and how powerful the Blood Warriors are.

While Drogo was thinking, the wolf pack had already approached the tribe.

Aww!

With a loud wolf howl, a five-meter-tall terrifying monster appeared in Drogo's eyes behind the Bular Grey Wolf Pack, which immediately changed his face and couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

Bular Grey Wolf King!

The five-meter-tall Grey Wolf King was particularly conspicuous among the wolves. His pair of wolf pupils were full of bloodthirsty luster, and his gray hair was like hard thorns, exuding a terrible momentum.

"Is it because of the order of the Wolf King that you choose to attack the tribe?"

Drogo frowned slightly, and a trace of thought appeared on his face. Only the Wolf King could lead the wolf pack and command them to hunt on a large scale.

Not long after, the wolf pack was less than 100 meters away from the tribe.

"In the name of the blood-slaying god, protect the tribe!"

Drogo pulled a bronze spear from behind him and shouted loudly: "Blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, fight! Kill these beasts!"

After that, Drogo rushed forward first.

On his naked chest, three blood-red stripes floated, as if blood-red mist was entwined around him. The power of the red-striped warrior burst out, giving Drogo a power far beyond that of humans.

Swoosh!

The heavy bronze spear suddenly thrust out and penetrated a gray wolf in an instant. Drogo's muscular arms suddenly fell up, smashing the gray wolf corpse forward and knocking several Brar gray wolves away.

"Protect the tribe!"

In the open space, the war ghosts roared and charged one after another. The adult male war ghosts were almost all blood warriors. After they entered the fighting state, their bodies exuded bloody energy, which was somewhat similar to fighting spirit.

"The power of blood?" From behind, Enzo was thoughtful.

The War Ghost Clan can become Blood Warriors through training, and the extraordinary power stored in their bodies is the power of Qi and Blood, which is somewhat similar to Fighting Qi in nature, but different at the same time.

At this time, the wolves and the Tatar tribe had already started a war.

The Brar gray wolves are huge, each one is three meters tall, their claws and fangs are extremely sharp, and their fighting methods are extremely fierce. On the other side, the same goes for the war ghosts who are transformed into blood warriors.

The fierce fighting begins!

"The energy of the Blood Warrior is somewhat similar to an explosion. He can gain extraordinary power in a short period of time, but it extremely consumes the power of blood and energy. The damage to the body is very serious. Every battle will cause hidden injuries." The fighting has begun, but Enzo He did not rush to join the battle, but observed silently.

The path of the blood warrior is so similar to that of the knight!

Both of them store energy in the body through physical exercise and explode it during battle, but the result is that their vitality is constantly overdrawn.

"No wonder there are no old war ghosts in the Tatar tribe."

Enzo couldn't help but shook his head. After living in the Tatar tribe for a month, he had never seen an old war ghost tribe. After today's discovery, he seemed to have understood something in his heart.

The war ghosts who became blood warriors spent their whole lives in battle.

They use the power of Qi and blood uncontrollably, and the final result is death. Just like the lions on the grassland, the meaning of life lies entirely in fighting.

As for the female war ghosts, they also do not live to old age.

Because in the War Ghost tribe, women are just similar resources. They cannot decide their own destiny. When they reach adulthood, they will be assigned to males as wives by the leader according to the situation.

And although she sounds like a wife, she is actually like a slave.

Whenever a male war ghost dies, all his wives will become burial objects. This is the tradition of the war ghost tribe. Therefore, no matter male or female, there is no old age in the war ghost tribe.

"Hey! Bad guy!"

Just as Enzo was thinking, an annoying voice suddenly sounded. Batur was carrying a bronze mace, with a disdainful expression on his face, and sneered, "Are you scared?"

"If you are afraid of fighting, go back! A bad breed like you only deserves to be castrated and serve the tribe as a woman!"

Enzo's face was expressionless and he gave him a cold look.

Batur's heart trembled, and he felt a sense of fear inexplicably. There was a hallucination in front of him. It was clear that the Enzo he was facing was just a bad guy less than two meters tall, but the pressure it brought to him seemed to be no less than Great beast.

In a daze, Batur fell into a hallucination.

His consciousness returned to the day when the Gaussians attacked the Tatar tribe three years ago. On that terrible night, the fire spread throughout the tribe, and the Gaussians rushed into the Tatar tribe and killed everyone wantonly.

The young Batur was hiding in the corner and shivering.

"Is this the fear in your heart?"

On the spot, Enzo stroked his chin and muttered to himself, ": The Gaussian Tribe, the most powerful tribe on the plains, since they can defeat the Tatar Tribe, it means that they have at least one Furious Warrior at the level of a second-order life form!"

Bang!

At this time, there was a sound, and Batur, who fell into a fearful hallucination, passed out straight away, his face turned pale, but his burly body couldn't help but tremble.

In the chaotic battlefield of fighting, no one noticed this place.

Enzo shook his head and no longer cared about Batur's life and death. He turned around and rushed into the battlefield. He hugged a gray wolf with his bare hands and easily suppressed it under him.

Bang bang bang!

After three consecutive punches, the gray wolf's skull was completely shattered. However, Enzo did not rush to get up. Instead, he pretended to continue attacking. He did not intend to show too much strength in this battle.

Ouch!

With another high-pitched wolf howl, the huge Gray Wolf King also rushed into the battlefield. He swung his huge claws and knocked a blood warrior away. Then he opened his fangs and mouth and bit a blood warrior immediately. .

Whoosh!

At this time, a bronze spear flew towards him.

The Gray Wolf King threw away the blood warrior in his mouth, then raised his sharp claws to block the attack of the bronze spear. A trace of wisdom appeared in his vertical pupils, and he stared at Drogo who was walking towards him.

First-order life form, red-striped warrior!

As the leader of the Tatar tribe, Drogo was the only one who had the strength to fight against the Gray Wolf King, so he deservedly stood up, picked up the bronze spear on the ground, and charged forward with a roar.

The life level of Brar Gray Wolf King can also reach the first level.

Regardless of whether it is the Wolf King or Drogo, although their life levels are both first-level, their backward fighting methods make it impossible for them to compare with wizards of the same level no matter what. If a Conqueror first-level wizard takes action, he can even kill them in an instant. Kill them all.

Stab!

Drogo brandished his bronze spear and rubbed against the Gray Wolf King's sharp claws, causing a harsh sound. The red energy spread around the red-striped warrior. The majestic power of blood suppressed the wildness of the Gray Wolf King and temporarily occupied the upper peak.

And far away in the plain, there is an open space.

The huge rocks formed a shadow, and several figures covered in animal skin robes were quietly watching the fighting not far away. Their faces were all smeared with white paint, and their hair was combed into braids.

"To be able to suppress the Gray Wolf King, Drogo is indeed a blood warrior!"

Behind the rock, among the group of people with painted faces, the one-eyed man who seemed to be the leader praised in a low voice, with an inexplicable luster in his eyes, and murmured: "I lost to this guy in the tribal war twenty years ago. , thus allowing the Tatar tribe to occupy more resources.”

"And now that it's been so long, if we have another duel, I'm afraid the loser will be me."

"Drogo may be powerful, but so what?"

At this time, another scar-faced man said, "Since the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Gaussian tribe three years ago, Drogo himself is the only one left among their original three red-striped warriors!"

"And after twenty years, our Mandi tribe already has two red-striped warriors!"

"As long as we use the Brar gray wolves this time to weaken the Tatar tribe first, or even kill Drogo directly, and then wait for the harvest hunting later, we can annex the Tatar tribe in one fell swoop!" Scarface said in a somewhat excited tone.

The few people hiding behind the rocks are all from the Mandi tribe.

This is also the Zhangui tribe in the Solu Plain. It has been in a hostile relationship with the Tatar tribe decades ago. In a war twenty years ago, the Tatar tribe was almost wiped out. There was only one red pattern left in the tribe. warrior.

However, as time passes.

The originally powerful Tatar tribe has gradually declined after experiencing the attacks of the Gaussian tribe. However, after twenty years of cultivation, the Mandi tribe finally gave birth to the second red-striped warrior.

The Mandy tribe thirsts for revenge and they take action!

They took advantage of an opportunity to lure the Brar gray wolves on the plains outside the Tatar tribe, intending to use the wolf pack's attack to further weaken the Tatar tribe's strength, thereby laying the foundation for their next plan.

"If Drogo can be killed, the Tartar tribe will be defeated!"

The one-eyed red-striped warrior smiled ferociously, with a flash of fire in his eyes, but he didn't notice at all that while a few people were talking, a crow in the sky made of pure shadows was quietly watching everything under his hair.