Chapter 462 Fire Fang Mammoth

"This breath. The God of Blood Killing?"

Enzo's eyes flickered slightly. Just a moment ago, he felt a powerful force emanating from the God-given stele. It was the God of Blood Killing, one of the two gods in the War Ghost World.

The Tatar tribe's sacrifice seemed to please the God of Blood Killing.

Therefore, this powerful being sent down divine power and bestowed it on the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, so that they were enveloped in this halo-like power, which could show stronger strength during the harvest hunting.

However, this gift is not without disadvantages.

Relying on the gift of the gods to obtain powerful power will not only consume their own vitality in the process, but also deepen the influence of the God of Blood Killing on them, so that the power of the God of Blood Killing will remain in the blood warriors like a seed.

"Another way for the God of Blood Killing to control the world."

Enzo sighed slightly in his heart. As one of the native gods of the War Ghost World, the God of Blood Killing is constantly strengthening his control over the world, but this behavior is understandable.

The War Ghosts believe in the God of Blood Killing. Every blood warrior thinks that it is an honor to sacrifice everything for the God of Blood Killing. Even if they know that the gift from the gods will remain in their bodies like seeds, they probably won't 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 hunting can be ended. As the leader, Drogo shouted loudly, and then turned around suddenly.

"Tatar warriors, let's go!"

Then, Drogo took up the bronze spear and walked out of the tribe first. Other War Ghosts followed closely behind. Only a few people such as Kalu and Batur stayed in the Tatar tribe to prevent attacks from wild beasts.

Enzo walked in the crowd with a calm expression on his face.

Behind him, Batur cast a resentful look. The number of people participating in the harvest hunting in the Tatar tribe is limited every year. The reason why Batur lost the opportunity to hunt is largely because of Enzo's appearance.

"Hmph! Are you unwilling?"

At this time, the lame blood warrior, sentinel Kalu, suddenly spoke up, looking at Batur with a sneer, and said: "If you don't want to become a shame for the tribe, become a blood warrior as soon as possible!"

After that, Kalu ignored Batur and turned back to the tribal sentry tower.

Batur gritted his teeth and made a secret decision in his heart that he must become a blood warrior before Drogo and others returned from the harvest hunting.

On the endless plain, the grass and trees were faintly 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 fog will return to the earth. For every tribe of the War Ghost on the Sollu Plain, it represents a disaster.

In the distance, the hunting team of the Tatar tribe moved forward slowly.

"I have been in the tribe for three months, and I can finally come out to see." Enzo moved forward without saying a word in the hunting team, but his eyes looked around and scanned the Sollu Plain.

In the sky, shadow crows flew one by one.

Using the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo kept an eye on the dynamics of the plain. In a distant area, a huge monster was slowly moving forward, covered with long red hair, like a burning flame, and four thick oval thighs supporting the huge body.

"Is this a fire-tusk mammoth?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

The giant beast that appeared in the vision of the shadow crow seemed to be a long-haired giant elephant, with a huge body, long hair like flames, and two white tusks sticking out from the corners of its mouth, which looked extremely majestic.

During the three months of living in the Tatar tribe, Enzo learned a lot of information.

Among them was the fire-tusk mammoth, which is a wasteland creature unique to the War Ghost World. It is a social creature. Each adult fire-tusk mammoth is comparable to a first-level life form, and the leading elephant is even comparable to a second-level life form. When they wandered in groups on the plain, even the Gaosuo tribe did not dare to offend easily.

However, the fire-tusk mammoth in front of him was moving alone.

His front legs were covered in blood, as if a hole was pierced by the tusks. Every step forward seemed extremely difficult, and from time to time he let out a shrill cry, as if expressing some emotions.

"A fire-tusk mammoth expelled from the tribe!"

Enzo's eyes flashed, and he had an inference in his mind. Although fire-tusk mammoths are social creatures, once male elephants enter the estrus period, they may challenge the leader and fight for the right to mate.

If a fire-tusk mammoth can defeat the leader in a battle, then it can naturally replace it, but if it fails, it will inevitably be expelled from the group by the leader.

Therefore, most fire-tusk mammoths will not choose to challenge the leader in their lifetime, and stay in the tribe at the cost of giving up the right to mate. Only a small number of fire-tusk mammoths will challenge the leader for the right to mate.

"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 immediately found a fire-tusk mammoth walking alone on the plain, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"It's a fire-tusk mammoth!"

Drogo's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face. He said loudly: "And it's still injured, haha! God of Blood Killing bless us, it seems that our luck in hunting this year is really good."

The value of a fire-tusk mammoth is naturally self-evident.

As a first-level life form, the fire-tusk mammoth is full of treasures, whether it is flesh and blood or bones, they are all of extremely high value, and the most precious ivory is a treasure that even the Gossop tribe desires.

The Tatar tribe is just a small tribe and needs to pay a portion of tribute to the Gaussian tribe every year. Three years ago, it was because the Tatar tribe failed to pay enough contributions that the tribe was punished.

"Killing this fire-tusked mammoth is enough as this year's tribute!"

Looking at the injured Fire-tusked Mammoth in the distance, Drogo's eyes were fiery. He raised his hand and ordered the hunting team to outflank him. He had already made up his mind to capture this Fire-tusked Mammoth.

A hunt began quietly.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were divided into three teams, two of which had ten people each, and surrounded them from the left and right, while Drogo led the remaining members and rushed towards the Fire-tusked Mammoth from the front.

Tap tap tap!

Crazy footsteps sounded, and a large group of humans suddenly appeared around them. The Fire-tusked Mammoth was immediately startled, but it was not afraid at all and let out an angry neighing sound.

"Warriors, charge!"

Drogo roared and charged, waving the bronze spear in his hand. The other blood warriors around him threw their spears at the Fire-tusked Mammoth, but the metal spear made a popping sound when it hit the Fire-tusked Mammoth. , and then fell down, unable to cause any damage at all.

This attack only angered the Firetusk Mammoth.

It swung its long nose, rolled up a rock from the side, and slammed it towards the side. The huge rock flew like a meteor. Several blood warriors had no time to dodge and could only raise their bronze shields to resist.

Bang!

The rock hit the bronze shield with a loud noise, and the several blood warriors hiding behind also flew out, staggering and falling to the ground, their arms slightly bent, and blood spitting out of their mouths.

"Get out of the way, let me come!"

Seeing that the Blood Warrior's attack could not cause damage to the Fire-tusked Mammoth, Drogo shouted loudly and ordered others to disperse. They only needed to surround the Fire-tusked Mammoth and did not need to attack anymore.

Then Drogo roared and charged forward.

The bronze spear stabbed the Fire-tusked Mammoth fiercely, but it made a soft sound and was actually blocked by the Fire-tusked Mammoth with its hard ivory. At the same time, it opened its mouth and sprayed out a ball of flame.

Drogo retreated quickly, but was still burned by the flames, and suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

"Can you control flames, similar to a magic ability?"

From behind, Enzo watched the battle in front of him with a thoughtful expression on his face. The Fire-tusked Mammoth could breathe fire. This was already a magical ability, just like a monster in the wizarding world.

"It should be capable of more than that."

After the Fire-tusked Mammoth breathed fire to repel Drogo, its huge body covered in long red hair suddenly emitted a burst of high-temperature steam. Then, its two white tusks also turned fiery red, as if they were burning.

The next moment, the Firetusk Mammoth charged towards Drogo.

The two tusks seemed to be burned red, showing a fiery red color. The temperature had exceeded a certain level. Even Drogo seemed unable to resist such an attack even if he had a first-order life form level.

Therefore, Drogo can only dodge quickly.

Fortunately, the Fire-tusked Mammoth's front legs were injured and it was not moving very fast. Drogo easily dodged the attack and stabbed out the bronze spear, leaving a bloody hole in the Fire-tusked Mammoth's body.

Roar!

The Firetusk Mammoth let out a wild roar, turned around, and crashed into Drogo. However, its huge body was not flexible, and its front legs were injured, so it was unable to catch up with Drogo. It was toyed with at will like a crazy bull. stand up.

"Strong physique and strength, and possesses magical abilities."

Enzo stared at the Fire-tusked Mammoth, recording information with a chip in his mind. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly and said, "Unfortunately, the shortcomings of its mental power mean that it does not have much wisdom, so it can only be classified as a monster."

"However, even if the Firetusk Mammoth can resist the attack of the Blood Warrior, it means that its defense is very high. If its skin can be peeled off, it should be of some value whether it is made into leather armor or a wizard's robe."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Enzo's face.

As a first-level life form, the fire-tusked mammoth has valuable materials. If its skin is peeled off and made into a wizard robe, it will not only have extremely high defense power, but also even have a hint of fire resistance.

Meanwhile, the battle ahead continues.

The Fire-tusked Mammoth fought with Drogo, and its physical strength was consumed rapidly. After several rounds of charges, but unable to cause any damage to Drogo, the Fire-tusked Mammoth finally gave up this behavior and stopped in place.

There were blood holes all over the body of the Fire Tooth Mammoth.

Such injuries may not be fatal to the powerful Fire-tusked Mammoth, but they are constantly consuming it. If this continues, the Fire-tusked Mammoth will fall down soon.

Roar!

After several rounds of charges, the Fire-tusked Mammoth seemed to see this, so it stopped in place, let out a roar, then gave up on Drogo and charged fiercely in one direction.

"Block it!"

Seeing that the Fire-tusked Mammoth wanted to break out, Drogo shouted quickly, and the surrounding blood warriors immediately surrounded him. Facing the huge Fire-tusked Mammoth, the Blood Warriors did not have much fear.

Bang! !

The charge of the fire-tusked mammoth directly knocked one of the blood warriors away, but the other blood warriors swung their spears and stabbed towards its injured leg, following the wound and piercing into the flesh.

The severe pain caused the Firetusk Mammoth to swing its trunk and wrap up a Blood Warrior.

Then, it swung it violently, throwing the blood warrior out, hitting it heavily on the rock, the bones made a sound of breaking, and even the chest bulged out, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Not afraid of death, eager to fight!"

Many blood warriors besieged the fire-fang mammoth, but Enzo did not take action. Looking at the blood warriors who were seriously injured by the fire-fang mammoth, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and the light in his eyes flickered slightly.

The blood warriors of the War Ghost Clan are eager to fight and are not afraid of death.

This seems to have become the tradition of every tribe. Since the birth of the male War Ghost Clan, the information they have received is fighting. In their concept, the blood warriors who died in battle will return to the arms of the Blood Killing God, so almost few blood warriors will fear death.

"Ignorance may also be a kind of courage."

Enzo sighed in his heart. The blood warriors died in battle and returned to the arms of the Blood Killing God. This is obviously a false information. The War Ghost World is just a small world, and the Blood Killing God is just an indigenous god.

He had no ability to open up the kingdom of God, so it was even more impossible for him to accept the souls of the blood warriors after their death. In this indigenous world, death means losing the body, and the soul disappears completely after a period of time.

In front, the charge of the fire-fang mammoth seriously injured several blood warriors.

But its leg bones were injured after all, so its movement speed was slow. Under the fearless attack of the blood warriors, it could not break through the siege at all. On the contrary, the intense exercise made the injuries on its body worse.

"Forget it, let me help you."

Enzo muttered to himself, intending to end this battle as soon as possible. The magic power in his body turned into a shadow and attacked the fire-fang mammoth. In the huge shadow on the ground, a strand of silk changed the environment.

Suddenly, the fire-fang mammoth, which was about to launch a charge, suddenly fell to the ground with its huge body. It struggled for a few times but couldn't stand up. Seeing this, the surrounding blood warriors immediately surrounded it and stabbed it with spears.

"Get out of the way!"

Drogo roared, holding the bronze spear tightly with both hands, and suddenly leaped into the air with his legs. With the force of falling, he stabbed the eyeball of the Firefang Mammoth. With a puff, the bronze spear pierced deeply into the flesh, causing the Firefang Mammoth to let out a shrill cry.