Chapter 464 Mandy Tribe

"Okay! It's decided!"

Suddenly, Drogo roared and said loudly: "Warriors of the Tatar tribe, we are going to the savage forest now to hunt that silver-horned cunning!"

Suddenly, a burst of cheers broke out around him.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe all agreed with Drogo's order. Although it was a very offensive act to trespass on other tribes' hunting grounds, they couldn't care less about the silver-horned cunning.

Fortunately, the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe have long had hatred. Twenty years ago, if the Gaussian tribe had not intervened, the Mandi tribe would have been wiped out by the Tatar tribe.

Not far away, Old Moore smiled strangely.

"The people of the Tatar tribe are really stupid, they can trust others so easily." Old Moore's face remained calm, but he sneered in his heart, and said secretly: "As long as Drogo is lured to the savage forest, Lord Orenze gave me the The mission is completed!"

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After receiving information about the Silver Horned Cunning, the Tatar tribe and others, led by Drogo, headed towards the savage forest.

"After crossing this plain, we will reach the savage forest hunting ground area." Old Moore walked in front and pointed to a plain.

Drogo nodded slightly.

It was Drogo's request to let Old Moore lead the Tatar tribe hunting team to the savage forest. The Pramo tribe has lived near the savage forest for many years and is definitely the most suitable guide.

At this time, there was a tremor in the ground.

On the plain in the distance, a drum-like sound sounded, and with a burst of smoke and dust, hundreds of one-horned rhinos galloped past.

Drogo's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head.

"Alas! What a pity." Drogo sighed.

The discovery of a group of one-horned rhinos on the plains is undoubtedly a good thing for the Tatar tribe. As long as these prey are captured, it will be enough for the tribe to survive the black fog season with sufficient resources.

However, now, Drogo could only watch the one-horned rhinos galloping past because they had more important things to do.

"Just keep going!"

After the one-horned rhino herd went away, Drogo waved for everyone to move forward. Old Moore and several Pramo tribesmen also continued to act as guides, leading the Tatar tribe towards the savage forest.

The Solu Plain is very vast, and the area where the Tatar tribe is located happens to be in two directions from the savage forest.

Therefore, even under the leadership of Old Moore, it took two full days before the Tatar tribe hunting team arrived in the savage forest area.

In the sky, scorching sunlight shines on the earth.

The Tatar tribe came to a high slope, and there was still an endless plain in front of them. There was no shadow of the savage forest at all, but this area was already within the scope of the savage forest.

"Everyone, let's take a rest first!"

Drogo ordered loudly. After two consecutive days of long journey, even the blood warriors who are famous for their physical fitness will feel tired. At this time, they have entered the scope of the savage forest. In order to capture the Silver Horn Cunning next, it is very important to take a proper rest. normal.

Afterwards, everyone began to rest where they were.

"Chief Drogo, there is a lake not far from here. Let me take people to fetch some water and replenish it for everyone." At this time, Old Moore suddenly came to Drogo's side.

"Go." Drogo waved his hand.

Old Moore nodded slightly, and then left the hunting team with the people of the Pramo tribe and headed away in one direction.

"too naive……"

Looking at the retreating figures of Old Moore and others, Enzo couldn't help but shake his head. He looked back at Drogo and found that the other party didn't notice anything unusual at all.

From the beginning of the emergence of the Pramo tribe, Drogo had no doubts about anything Old Moore said. Now he was thinking about Silver Horn, and so was everyone else in the tribe.

"We must catch Silver Horned Sly!"

Drogo's eyes were firm and he murmured, "If it is really a young Silver-horned Cunning, as long as it is tamed, when it enters adulthood, the tribe will have a fighting force comparable to the Furious Warrior."

"At that time, the Tatar tribe will truly rise and become a large tribe, which can even make the Gaussian tribe feel afraid..."

Drogo had a wonderful future in his heart, but he didn't know that everything was a lie, and the Tatar tribe had already fallen into a trap.

In place, Enzo's eyes flickered.

In the sky, shadow crows flew around, overlooking the scene below. Using the vision of the shadow crows, he suddenly discovered that in an area not far away, a group of figures were quietly approaching.

"People from the Mandy tribe?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

A group of people appeared in the distance. The leader was a one-eyed man with a majestic figure, exuding strong energy and blood. There were three red stripes on his naked chest.

Red-striped warrior, Orenze!

The current leader of the Mandi tribe, a red-striped warrior with three blood stripes, is almost as powerful as Drogo.

The red-striped warriors all belong to the first-level life forms, but based on the number of blood stripes on their bodies, their strength is also very surprising. The weakest among them has one blood stripe, and the strongest one can condense seven blood stripes.

"Are you planning to start?" Enzo muttered to himself.

While he was thinking, the people from the Mandi tribe had already rushed out. Drogo was shocked and immediately waved his hand to signal the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe to enter combat.

"Olenze?"

Drogo held the bronze spear tightly in his hand, looked at Orenze's chest, his pupils shrank slightly, and said solemnly: "We haven't seen each other for several years, it turns out that you have also condensed a third blood streak!"

"Hmph! Drogo, do you think you are the only one growing up?" Orenze sneered and asked knowingly, "Now it is the harvest hunting period. Why are the Tatars no longer in their own hunting grounds and running to the Savage Forest?"

Drogo frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"Does the Tatars want to provoke a war again?" Orenze's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "You don't know what it means to enter other tribes' hunting grounds without permission during the harvest hunting period?"

Drogo's face froze, his expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Hmph! If I remember correctly, the Savage Forest is not the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe, right?"

"Our Mandi tribe is near the Savage Forest. You say this is not our hunting ground?" Orenze sneered on his face and said, "If you must have this attitude, why don't we let the Gotho tribe judge it?"

Drogo was slightly shocked and his face became gloomy.

It is indeed wrong for the Tatars to enter other tribes' hunting grounds without permission. Even if it ends up with the Gotho tribe, they will definitely suffer.

"Why haven't the Pramo tribe come back yet?"

Drogo was a little anxious. The people of the Pramo tribe had left for a long time, but they had not come back yet. If they were there, it would at least be a reason for the Tatar tribe to appear here.

The Pramo tribe also lived in the Savage Forest, so they could naturally use this place as a hunting ground. Drogo only needed to say that the Tatar tribe was invited by Old Mur to come to this hunting ground to hunt, and everything would be natural.

"Hmph! Nothing to say?"

At this time, Orenze sneered and issued an ultimatum, saying in a deep voice: "Leave the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe immediately, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"

Drogo struggled in his heart.

"Let's go!" Although he was a little unwilling, Drogo decided to leave first. The goal of the Tatar tribe to come to the Savage Forest was for the silver-horned cunning, and they did not intend to conflict with the Mandi tribe.

"Find the Pramo tribe first!" Drogo made up his mind to find the Pramo tribe and then come back here.

However, at this moment.

Swish!

A burst of air-breaking sound suddenly sounded, and a round of arrows shot from the distant area behind. Drogo's face suddenly changed and he roared.

"Defensive formation!"

The blood warriors of the surrounding Tatar tribe quickly responded, borrowing the round shields behind them and forming a defensive formation.

The rain of arrows shot on the oak shield, making a popping sound. Due to Drogo's timely response, there were no casualties in the Tatar tribe.

Trample, trample!

At this time, a sound of horse hooves sounded, and from the distant plain, several blood warriors of the Mandi tribe riding armored beasts appeared. The leader was burly and had two blood lines on his chest.

Then, the archers of the Mandi tribe hidden in the dark also appeared one after another, and the three groups surrounded the Tatar tribe.

"Olenze, what do you mean?"

Drogo's face was as gloomy as water, and he pointed the bronze spear in his hand at Orenze and asked coldly.

"Hmph! What do you mean?"

A trace of sarcasm appeared on the face of the one-eyed Orenze, and he grinned and said, "During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe broke into our hunting ground without permission. Do you want to leave without paying some price?"

"The Mandi tribe wants to provoke a war?" Drogo warned in a low voice, "Didn't the lesson of 20 years ago teach you?"

Hearing Drogo's words, a trace of hatred appeared on Orenze's face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you don't mention it, I will never forget what kind of disaster the Tatar tribe brought to the Mandi tribe!"

"This shame will not be forgotten by every Mandi people, and it must be washed away with blood!"

Drogo's face changed.

Even if he was stupid, he could see the heresy. What happened today was obviously not accidental, but a long-planned plan by the Mandi tribe.

"During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe broke into our Mandi hunting ground. Now even if we kill you all, according to the rules of the Sollu Plain, we will not be punished by the Gaosuo tribe, right?" Orenze's face was full of grins.

"We entered the Savage Forest Hunting Ground at the invitation of the Pramo Tribe. According to the rules, it is not considered trespassing into the Mandi Tribe Hunting Ground!" Drogo gritted his teeth and made his final defense.

Orenze sneered and clapped his hands.

Then, the surrounding Mandi Blood Warriors automatically made way, and Old Mur and several Pramo tribesmen came out.

"Old Mur, did the Tatar tribe enter the Savage Forest Hunting Ground at your invitation?" Orenze asked coldly.

"Of course not, the Pramo tribe knew nothing about it." Old Mur shook his head and put on an innocent expression.

"Moor!!"

Drogo was furious and roared, "You actually deceived me, damn it!"

Old Mur trembled in his heart, but when he saw that there were two blood warriors from the Mandi tribe, he calmed down a little and retreated as if nothing had happened.

"Hmph! Now everything is clear."

Olenze said coldly with a blank expression: "The Tatar tribe has trespassed into the hunting ground of our Mandi tribe. According to the rules of the Solu Plain, the Mandi tribe has the right to kill you on the spot!"

"Drogo! It's time to settle the hatred of twenty years ago."

After saying that, Orenze waved his hand.

The blood warriors of the Mandi tribe suddenly burst into a roar, and all of them entered a combat state and rushed towards Drogo and others.

"Fight!" Drogo roared.

The Mandi tribe had been planning for a long time to set up a trap here. Almost all the blood warriors in the tribe were out in force, and their number was almost twice that of the Tatar tribe.

"Go to hell, Drogo!"

The burly man Beru roared, wielded a two-meter-long machete, and the two blood lines on his chest trembled like a little snake. He drove the armored beast towards Drogo.

Twenty years ago, in the war between the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe, Beru's father was killed by Drogo, so Beru was extremely eager for revenge. After twenty years of continuous training, he finally became the youngest red-striped warrior in the Solu Plain.

Clang!

The bronze spear collided with the machete, making a crisp sound. Drogo's arm suddenly exerted force and directly shook Beru off the armored beast.

"Beru, get out of the way!"

Seeing this scene, Orenze roared and rushed towards Drogo. The blood and qi of the red-striped warriors burst out, and their skin suddenly turned hot red, like a layer of heat.

The weapons used by Orenze were two bronze daggers. They blocked forward and forked Drogo's bronze spear. Beru, who fell to the ground, immediately rolled over and dodged.

"Is this the three-blooded red-striped warrior?"

Getting up from the ground, Beru's face showed a trace of unwillingness. Whether a red-striped warrior is strong or not is mainly calculated by the number of blood stripes on the body. The more blood stripes one has, the stronger the blood and qi are.

Therefore, the strength of the three-blooded Drogo is naturally stronger than the two-blooded Beru.

"Leave Drogo to me!"

While fighting with Drogo, Orenze shouted loudly: "You lead the tribe to deal with those blood warriors of the Tatar tribe."

"Yes! Uncle Orenze."

Beru suppressed his unwillingness in his heart and turned to rush to other Tatar blood warriors. Although he also wanted to kill Drogo himself and avenge his father, he decided to act according to the plan for the sake of the overall situation.

For a while, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe started a fierce battle. As three-blooded red-striped warriors, Drogo and Orenze were evenly matched in strength, and ordinary blood warriors could not intervene in the battle between the two.

On the other side, the Mandi people led by the red-striped warrior Beru completely took the upper hand. He faced the siege of ten Tatar blood warriors at the same time, but he still looked very relaxed.

Swish!

The machete swung and cut off the head of a blood warrior. Blood gushed out like a fountain. Beru had a ferocious smile on his face, and he seemed to enjoy the pleasure of killing.