Chapter 460 Rewards and Punishments

"Mandi tribe?"

Enzo pressed the Brar Gray Wolf to the ground, but his mind was changing, and the light in his eyes flickered slightly.

In the sky, the shadow crow was looking down.

Using the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo found several people behind the rock. According to their conversation, he immediately understood that the reason why the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Brar Gray Wolf Pack was because of the conspiracy of the Mandi tribe.

At the same time, the fight continued.

Awoo!

The Brar Gray Wolf King let out a howl, and it, which was originally suppressed by Drogo, suddenly pounced up, its huge body hard against the bronze spear, and paid the wound that was pierced to press Drogo to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding Brar Gray Wolves were determined at the same time.

As if summoned by the wolf king, they roared and rushed towards Drogo, and in a moment they pounced into a wolf pile, pressing the red-striped warrior to death.

Although the Brar Gray Wolf is a wild beast, it also has a certain wisdom.

They knew very well how powerful the Red Stripe Warrior was, so all the gray wolves worked together and planned to kill Drogo first under the leadership of the Wolf King.

Several gray wolves bit Drogo's hands and feet, making him unable to move.

A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the Gray Wolf King, and he suddenly raised his claws, and then grabbed Drogo fiercely. The sharp claws flashed with cold light, and it seemed that he could tear Drogo's body apart in one go.

"Get out of here!!"

At this time, Drogo roared, and the blood and qi in his body gushed out like a fountain, forming an air wave in an instant to blow away all the gray wolves around, and then grabbed the bronze spear and swung it at the Gray Wolf King.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the huge head of the Gray Wolf King was directly knocked crooked by Drogo, and even several teeth flew out.

Aohou!

The Gray Wolf King turned his head suddenly, two teeth on his lower jaw were broken, and an angry luster appeared in his wolf pupils, and he let out a high roar.

"The Grey Wolf King is going crazy!"

Behind the rocks in the distance, Scarface's eyes flashed, and he crouched down. The injured beasts were the most dangerous. At this time, the Grey Wolf King was completely enraged, and his pupils were full of bloodthirsty luster.

"Warriors, kill all these beasts!"

On the other side, Drogo climbed up from the ground, one arm was slightly bent, as if it was broken by the wolf's bite, but his chest was red, and the blood-colored stripes appeared with a glittering luster, and the majestic blood and energy surged out crazily.

"Bless you, God of Blood Killer!"

"Protect the tribe!"

"Long live Tatar!"

The warriors of the War Ghost Clan roared, fighting the wolves more bravely, killing the grey wolves one by one in a moment, regaining the upper hand, and the fierce fight seemed to be about to end.

At the same time, Drogo also rushed towards the Grey Wolf King.

The battle between the leader of the Tatar tribe and the head wolf of the Brar wolf pack can decide everything, so it also attracted the attention of the Mandi tribe members behind the rocks.

"Come on!"

Drogo's eyes were burning with fighting spirit. His other intact arm tightly grasped the bronze spear, and his footsteps were like drums, charging towards the wolf king not far away.

The gray wolf king was not to be outdone, and waved his claws to fight back.

Swish!

The bronze spear rubbed against the claws, making a harsh sound again. The red-striped warriors who burst out with all their strength clashed with the gray wolf king. The collision of the first-level life forms seemed that neither side could do anything to the other in a short time.

"What a boring battle."

In the corner, Enzo had just smashed a gray wolf's skull. He shook his head slightly, looking at the battle between the gray wolf king and Drogo, and a trace of boredom appeared on his face. Although both of them had reached the level of first-level life forms, their fighting methods and skills seemed too primitive.

But this is normal, after all, this is just an indigenous world.

Even if the war ghost world has gods, the power that mortals can control is destined not to be too strong. The battle between Drogo and the gray wolf king has almost no skills to speak of. The two sides are more competing in the strength of the flesh.

"Forget it, let's end it as soon as possible."

Enzo felt a little bored. Looking at the battle between Drogo and the Grey Wolf King, a silver luster appeared in his eyes. The invisible mental power spread and turned into a sharp cone that could not be seen by the naked eye, directly piercing into the Grey Wolf King's mind.

Awoo!!!

In an instant, the Grey Wolf King let out a shrill scream. Drogo saw the opportunity and his eyes suddenly lit up. He rushed forward quickly and stabbed the bronze spear in his hand fiercely, piercing the Grey Wolf King's head in an instant.

"Well done, Drogo!" A War Ghost shouted.

Even the Grey Wolf King would be dead if his head was pierced by a bronze spear. The huge corpse fell to the ground. As Drogo pulled out the spear, a large amount of blood flowed out along the round hole-shaped wound, dyeing the land below red.

Drogo smiled, but then he was a little confused.

The Grey Wolf King's fighting power was amazing, but he suddenly showed a flaw just now, which seemed a little abnormal, but Drogo didn't think much about it, because the battle was not over yet.

"Warriors, kill!" Drogo roared.

Then, he continued to fight. With the help of the red-striped warriors, the War Ghosts of the Tatar tribe quickly slaughtered all the wolves. Only a few grey wolves ran away with their tails between their legs, and they could no longer pose any threat.

"Blood Killer God!"

"Tatar Tribe!"

The War Ghosts defeated the wolves and roared excitedly. Drogo also stepped on the body of the Grey Wolf King and kept waving his bronze spear.

Enzo seemed very low-key, using the shadow crow to look down.

In the distance, behind the rock.

"Damn, it's useless!" Scarface cursed.

"As expected of Drogo, he is still so powerful!" The one-eyed leader sighed, with an inexplicable expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "He was able to kill the Gray Wolf King alone. It seems that our plan has failed this time."

"Humph! It doesn't matter if Drogo is not killed."

At this time, Scarface spoke again, saying: "Anyway, this wolf attack has caused enough damage to the Tatar tribe, and even Drogo was injured. Our goal has been achieved."

"The days to the harvest hunting are running out, and Drogo's injuries will definitely not be fully recovered. As long as we find the right time, we can still deal a fatal blow to the Tatar tribe!"

"As for now, let's go back to the tribe as soon as possible!"

The one-eyed leader nodded slightly, then quietly stood up, took Scarface and the other oil-painted natives, and left the Tatar tribe.

"Mandy tribe, harvest hunting!" Enzo's eyes flashed.

Shadow Crow was still watching below. After the Mandi tribe left, he followed quietly. Since he already knew the existence of the Mandi tribe, Enzo naturally had to keep track of their dynamics.

Two hours later.

The Brar gray wolf pack had been dealt with. Under the leadership of the leader Drogo, the blood warriors dragged all the gray wolf corpses back to the tribe and began to count the casualties and military exploits.

"Today's wolf attack, we lost three warriors!"

In the center of the Tatar tribe, on an open space, the gray wolf corpses were piled up into a hill, and the three male war ghost corpses were also placed aside.

"The blood warriors who died in the battle will return to the arms of the blood-killing god!"

Drogo said loudly, then raised the torch in his hand and ignited the three war ghost corpses, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual. The surrounding war ghosts all looked ahead silently.

Crackling!

As the three bodies were set on fire, a burning sound was heard. Drogo held a tribal funeral for the three blood warriors who died in the battle. In the tradition of the War Ghosts, the males who died in the battle will return to the embrace of the Blood God.

As for their wives, they will also be buried with them later!

After everything was over, Drogo turned around.

"Karu, how did everyone perform in today's battle?"

Next to him, Karu, who had been staying on the tower as a sentinel, looked at the War Ghosts with a serious expression on his face.

"Everyone performed well in the battle against the wolf pack!"

Karu nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "I have recorded the gray wolves killed by each person and their contributions in the battle. Leader Drogo will distribute rewards to you later."

"However, there are two people who need to be specially mentioned!"

Karu frowned as he spoke, and suddenly strode forward, passing through many War Ghosts, and roughly dragged Batur, who was lying on the ground and sleeping, and slapped him twice without any hesitation.

"Uh, what's going on? What happened!"

Batur woke up from his deep sleep, looked around blankly, and found that the surrounding war ghosts were all looking at him, and he was suddenly shocked.

"What happened to me?" Batur was confused.

He only remembered that the Bulaar gray wolf pack attacked the tribe, and he was fighting with the tribe warriors, but suddenly he felt black in front of his eyes, and then he lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, everything was over.

"Batur, this coward, actually pretended to sleep to escape in the battle against the wolf pack. It's simply a shame for the Tatar tribe!" Kalu roared loudly and threw Batur to the ground fiercely.

Drogo frowned slightly, and his face was a little gloomy.

In the process of resisting the wolf pack just now, he also noticed that Batur had been lying on the ground, looking like he was asleep.

"Pretending to sleep to escape the battle?!" Batur was stunned and exclaimed, "I didn't!"

"You still dare to quibble?"

Karu sneered and said, "I have been observing the battle just now from the tower. Every warrior of the tribe is fighting desperately, but you are the only one hiding on the ground pretending to sleep. Would I lie?"

"Batur, you coward!"

"The shame of the Tatar tribe!"

"Yes, I saw it too. Batur has been lying on the ground pretending to sleep!"

The surrounding war ghosts talked a lot and accused Batur, which made him speechless. Finally, under the order of Drogo, Karu took out a long whip full of thorns and whipped Batur fiercely.

Snap, snap!

After whipping a hundred times, the tribe's punishment was over. Batur's back was bloody and his face was extremely pale. Since he was cursed by the nightmare, he has been in a very weak state. After being punished at this time, it was even worse.

"How could this happen?" Batur wailed in his heart.

Afterwards, Drogo ordered his men to drag Batur down, tie him up with barbed hemp rope, and hang him on a ten-meter-high wooden stake as another punishment for his evasion of the battle this time.

"Batur's evasion of the battle is a shame for the tribe!"

After hanging Batur on the stake, Kalu turned his head, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "However, in this battle, a warrior also appeared in the tribe, he is Enzo!"

As Kalu spoke, everyone turned their eyes to Enzo.

"Although Enzo is just an inferior species, in this battle, he has proved himself with his actions that he is a qualified warrior ghost tribe, and killed two Brar gray wolves alone!"

Kalu looked at Enzo and said, "I have been paying attention to Enzo since the beginning of the battle. Although he is not a blood warrior now, he is brave in fighting and fearless of death!"

"I believe that Enzo will become a blood warrior sooner or later!"

The surrounding war ghosts hammered their chests and looked at Enzo with approval. The war ghost tribe advocates force. Only warriors who are not afraid of death and fighting can win their respect.

"Enzo's performance today is really beyond my expectations!"

At this time, Drogo also spoke and said in a deep voice, "Although the Bular Gray Wolf is not a powerful wild beast, it is also very dangerous for those who are not blood warriors."

"You can kill two Bular Gray Wolves alone. Obviously, you have experienced a life-and-death battle and paid the price of life and death!"

"Such courage will definitely bring you success!"

"If you are not an inferior species, you may become a red-striped warrior in the future. What a pity"

Drogo sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Then, he raised his head again and said in a deep voice: "No matter what, the warriors who fought for the tribe deserve the tribe's reward. I declare that from today, Enzo officially becomes a member of the Tatar tribe."

"At the same time, the tribe's restrictions on you will also be lifted!"

"Whether you become a blood warrior within half a year, the Tatar tribe will give you male treatment. May you be blessed by the blood-killing god and move forward bravely in future battles!" Drogo said solemnly.

Enzo's brave performance today made the Tatar tribe officially accept him.

The previous test no longer exists. In the next six months, whether he becomes a blood warrior or not, he will not be castrated, and the Tatar tribe will give him male treatment.

But Enzo still needs to become a blood warrior if he wants to reproduce his bloodline.

"Thank you, Chief Drogo!" Enzo said in a deep voice.

The battle against the wolf pack ended, and the Tatar tribe rewarded the meritorious service. The sleepy Batur was regarded as a shameful punishment, while Enzo, who killed two gray wolves, was rewarded by the tribe.

Then, Kalu continued to announce rewards and punishments.

Based on the performance of the tribal warriors in the battle just now, Drogo gave them different rewards. It was a kind of metal similar to shells, which seemed to be a trading currency in the world of the war ghosts.

"This is your reward, keep it."

Drogo handed a few shell metals to Enzo as a reward for killing two gray wolves. Enzo looked at the shell metal in his hand and learned that this thing was called [Iron Shell], which was the common currency for trade on the Solu Plain. The few iron shells in his hand were enough to buy a female war ghost as his wife.