Chapter 463 Hunting Ground

Plop!

With a dull thud, the huge body of the Firetusk Mammoth fell to the ground. The blood gushing from its eye sockets dyed the grass red. The hot blood made the dry grass seem to burn.

"Tatar!"

"Hoo! Hoo!!"

The surrounding War Ghost Blood Warriors burst into cheers, and then they rushed forward and stabbed the Firetusk Mammoth's wound with spears, causing it to scream.

Not long after, the Firetusk Mammoth stopped struggling.

"Success!"

Drogo's chest was heaving. He consumed a lot of blood and energy in the battle, but a smile appeared on his face, and he looked very excited.

Successfully hunting a Firetusk Mammoth was undoubtedly a good thing for the Tatar tribe. At least it could be sent to the Gosho tribe as a tribute, so that the Tatar tribe no longer had to worry about the crusade.

Then, Drogo waved his hand.

Several burly and powerful blood warriors immediately stepped forward, took out ropes as thick as arms from the animal skin bags behind them, and put them on the limbs of the fire-tusk mammoth.

"This rope is quite peculiar."

Enzo looked at the rope that the blood warrior used to tie the fire-tusk mammoth, and a hint of interest emerged in his eyes. The civilization of the War Ghost World is backward, and there is not much metal smelting technology at present. Therefore, metal is a very precious resource in the War Ghost World.

Because there is no metal chain, the Tatar tribe can only use hemp rope to tie the fire-tusk mammoth. The ropes they use are made of plants unique to the War Ghost World that are repeatedly rubbed. If they encounter a sharp knife, they will break, but they have a strong load-bearing capacity.

Ten blood warriors used ropes to tie the fire-tusk mammoth tightly, and then dragged it to an open space together, and then only one person was left to guard it.

"Morton, keep an eye on our prey!" Drogo ordered the blood warriors who stayed behind.

The harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe will last at least ten days. It is impossible to return to the tribe after hunting a prey. If the fire-tusk mammoth is dragged away, it will become very troublesome.

Therefore, after hunting large prey, people must be left to guard it. According to the tradition of the War Ghost Tribe, during the harvest hunting, no matter how much hatred there is between the two tribes, they must not plunder the prey that has been killed by each other, otherwise they will be punished by God.

The reason why a blood warrior was left to guard the dead fire-tusk mammoth is mainly because the Tatar tribe needs to declare the ownership of this prey to other tribes.

"Warriors, keep moving forward!"

Then, Drogo waved his hand and led the blood warriors to the deeper areas of the plains.

The harvest season is the time of the year when prey and resources are the most abundant, and the deeper the plain, the more prey can be found.

The Tatar tribe moved forward and hunted several unicorn rhinos and ghost-headed birds that can fly at low altitudes.

"This thing is delicious when roasted!"

Drogo exerted his strength and shot down a ghost-headed bird with a spear. A blood warrior immediately ran over and picked up the ghost-headed bird.

The ghost-headed bird looks very ugly and its cry is disgusting, but it tastes very good. It has a unique flavor after being roasted over charcoal.

Meow!

At this time, a shrill cry suddenly came from the front. Enzo looked up and found that the Tatar tribe had come to the outside of a forest. The shrill sound came from inside.

Puff!

The trees in front shook for a while, and then a black shadow rushed out quickly, screaming and rushing towards a blood warrior.

Swish!

The blood warrior waved his hand and threw out the spear, nailing the black shadow directly to the ground. After struggling for a few times, it was motionless.

"Is this... a cat demon?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

The black shadow nailed to the ground by the spear had a hunched body like an ape, with extremely sharp limbs and a face similar to a combination of a cat and a human, which looked indescribably weird.

This is also a creature unique to the War Ghost World, called the cat demon, a small wild beast with agile speed and poisonous claws, but because of its weak strength, it will only pose a threat to people when it appears in groups.

The Tatar tribe disdains hunting wild beasts such as cat demons, because this kind of wild beast is not of much value. Not only is the meat sour and unpalatable, but eating too much will also make people dizzy, and only the tail tastes good.

Therefore, after the blood warrior nailed the cat demon to death with a spear, his face did not change. He walked forward slowly and prepared to tear off the cat demon's tail.

At this time, Enzo raised his head.

As the woods in front of them swayed slightly again, several figures wearing animal skins came out. The leader looked old, with a totem painted with red rapeseed on his bare chest and an unknown bird feather on his head.

"Pramo tribe?" Drogo's eyes fixed.

The figure that came out of the woods came from another tribe on the Solu Plain that was weaker than the Tatars. The entire tribe had only twenty males, and there was not even a single red-striped warrior among them.

"Hello, warriors of the Tatar tribe!"

The old leader of the Pramo tribe raised his hand and tapped his chest slightly, staring at Drogo with turbid eyes, and said respectfully, "Old Mur, on behalf of the Pramo tribe, expresses sincere respect to warrior Drogo!"

Drogo nodded slightly and said in a calm voice, "Is this cat demon your prey?"

"Yes." Old Mur replied respectfully.

Then, Drogo signaled the blood warrior next to him to return the cat demon to the Pramo tribe. Although the cat demon was killed by the Tatar tribe, it was the Pramo tribe that drove it out of the woods before that.

Moreover, a cat demon is not worth mentioning to the Tatar tribe. If it is not encountered by chance, I am afraid they will not even look at it.

"Thank you very much for the generosity of Chief Drogo!"

Old Mur took the cat demon's body, with a grateful expression on his face, and said: "The Pramo tribe will remember the help of the Tatar tribe."

Drogo nodded slightly, and his expression did not change. A cat demon is too insignificant for the Tatars.

"By the way, Chief Drogo."

At this time, Old Mur suddenly spoke and asked, "Does the Tatar tribe still plan to target the central area of ​​the Solu Plain for this year's harvest hunting?"

Drogo frowned slightly, then nodded.

At the end of the harvest season, all tribes on the Solu Plain will conduct a harvest hunt, and they naturally cannot choose the same area. Each tribe has its own hunting ground.

It was impolite for Old Mur to ask about the hunting area of ​​the Tatar tribe rashly. Although it was not a secret, it also made Drogo a little disgusted.

"Central area? That's a pity..."

At this time, Old Mur shook his head and sighed slightly.

"What do you mean?" Drogo was puzzled.

"Uh... it's like this."

Old Mur hesitated and said, "Chief Drogo should know that our Pramo tribe is just a small tribe that has always lived near the Savage Forest, so the hunting ground during the harvest hunting period will generally not exceed that area."

An area near the Savage Forest is the most barren place in the entire Solu Plain. Only the weakest tribes will be forced to choose that area as the hunting ground for harvest hunting.

In previous years, the Pramo tribe conducted harvest hunting near the Savage Forest, but this year they suddenly appeared here.

Drogo didn't care just now, but now he suddenly remembered it and felt confused.

"Did the Pramo tribe change the hunting ground area for this year's harvest hunting?" Drogo asked.

"Alas! I was forced to do so!"

Old Moore smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "Although our Pramo tribe has lived near the Savage Forest for generations, there is the Mandi tribe next to us."

"The Mandi tribe has red-striped warriors, who are much stronger than us. If we don't want to be attacked, we can only give them the hunting ground that originally belonged to us for this year's harvest hunting."

Drogo was even more confused after hearing this.

"You mean, the Mandi tribe plundered your hunting ground?" A blood warrior scratched his head and asked puzzledly, "The hunting ground in the Savage Forest is so barren, do we still need to fight for it?"

The Mandi tribe and the Pramo tribe also live near the Savage Forest, but the Mandi tribe has red-striped warriors, so they go to the hunting ground with more abundant prey for their annual harvest hunting.

Having lived in the Savage Forest area for 20 years, the Mandi tribe has never competed with the Pramo tribe for the Savage Forest hunting ground. It is not because of generosity, but mainly because the place is too barren and there is no need to compete.

"If it was before, the Mandi tribe would naturally not compete with us for the Savage Forest hunting ground." Old Moore lowered his head helplessly and sighed, "But this year, it's different..."

As he said this, Old Moore showed an expression of wanting to say something but stopping.

"Is there any difference this year?" said Drogo.

Old Moore hesitated, then took a deep breath, and said faintly, "As far as I know, this year's Savage Forest hunting ground seems to have a silver-horned cunning, and it is still a juvenile!"

"What? Silver-horned cunning?"

Drogo was shocked and said quickly, "Are you serious?"

Silver-horned cunning, a rare wild beast.

This wild beast is powerful, and its combat power in adulthood is comparable to that of a furious warrior. Not only is it full of treasures, but it also has extremely high intelligence, so it is possible to be domesticated by humans.

Unlike the fire-tusk mammoth, which is naturally irritable, even if it is tamed by the tribe, it may riot at any time and cause serious losses.

"It must be the silver-horned fox, I will never be wrong!"

Old Moore's expression was firm, and he said decisively: "Just one night before the harvest hunting, I saw a young silver-horned fox running out of the Savage Forest with my own eyes, followed by many Mandi people chasing it."

"A few days later, our Pramo tribe was told that in today's harvest hunting, the Mandi tribe will monopolize the Savage Forest hunting ground. They must be for that silver-horned fox!"

As he said, Old Moore looked indignant.

The value of the young silver-horned fox is self-evident. The Mandi tribe, which had never hunted in the Savage Forest, suddenly expelled the Pramo tribe. The reason must be that they wanted to monopolize the silver-horned fox.

After hearing what Old Moore said, Drogo fell into deep thought, and the expression on his face kept changing.

A silver-horned fox appeared near the Savage Forest, and it was still a juvenile. If the Mandi tribe successfully captured it and domesticated it, it would mean that in the future it would be possible to obtain a powerful fighting force comparable to that of a furious warrior.

The hatred between the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe has lasted for hundreds of years. If the Mandi tribe really rises, how will the Tatar tribe cope with it?

"Brother Drogo, let's go to the Savage Forest!"

At this time, a blood warrior suddenly came over and said eagerly: "If we can catch the silver-horned cunning, the tribe will definitely become stronger!"

"Yes, Chief Drogo!"

"This is the hope for the rise of the Tatar tribe, and it must not be missed!"

Around, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe spoke in unison.

Drogo's expression kept changing, and he seemed a little hesitant.

"The silver-horned cunning is indeed important, but... the Savage Forest is the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe after all." Drogo was a little undecided.

According to the rules of the Solu Plain, during the harvest hunting period, each tribe should choose a hunting ground in advance, and generally cannot change it at will, let alone go to the hunting ground of other tribes to hunt.

Otherwise, it will be regarded as a provocation, which is likely to cause a war between the two tribes. The Tatar tribe has been hunting in the central area of ​​the plain for many years. Rashly going to the Savage Forest is tantamount to an invasion of the Mandi tribe.

"What are you afraid of? They are Mandi anyway!"

Seeing Drogo hesitate, the Blood Warrior next to him said indifferently, "They are just a bunch of defeated generals. Mandi are all softies."

"That's right, Chief Drogo."

"Anyway, we have long had hatred with Mandi. It doesn't matter if we offend them more. As long as we can catch Silverhorn Trickster, everything is worth it."

Most of the Blood Warriors in the hunting team supported going to the Savage Forest. Only a few people did not speak, but none of them objected.

"What is this? A trap?"

On the side, Enzo raised his eyebrows and looked at Old Mur of the Pramo tribe with a sneer on his face.

Since the Pramo tribe came out of the woods, Enzo has been paying attention to them. When Old Mur told about Silverhorn Trickster, the chip captured a slight change in his expression and his heartbeat accelerated.

All signs indicate that this guy is lying again.

There is no Silverhorn Trickster at all. Everything is a conspiracy of the Mandi tribe. Old Mur and the people of the Pramo tribe are just tools to lure the Tatar tribe hunting team.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the two blood warriors of the Mandi tribe should have been lying in ambush in the Savage Forest, waiting for the Tatar tribe to fall into the trap!"

Enzo's expression was calm, but his eyes flickered slightly, thinking: "During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe broke into the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe without authorization, so the two sides clashed. In this case, the Mandi tribe can completely occupy the moral advantage!"

"Although this world does not pay attention to these, standing on the moral high ground, the Mandi tribe can at least avoid the punishment of the Gaosuo tribe!"

"Therefore, after all, it was the Tatar tribe that violated the rules of the Sollu Plain and broke into the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe without authorization during the harvest hunting period!"