Chapter 466 Sharp-Toothed Wolf

Swish!

The sky was dark, and big raindrops fell, splashing water on the ground. As the harvest season was about to end, a heavy rain came to the Solu Plain.

In the distance, a group of people were walking in the rain. The burly and powerful blood warriors were carrying prey larger than their bodies, but they still looked very relaxed.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

The battle with the Mandi tribe near the Savage Forest Hunting Ground was terminated by the appearance of a group of fire-fanged mammoths. Both sides lost several tribesmen, and the original hatred deepened again.

"Humph! Damn Mandi people!"

Walking on the muddy plain, a Tatar blood warrior said indignantly: "They actually used such despicable means. It seems that they have forgotten the lesson of twenty years ago. When the Black Mist Season ends today, they must pay the price!"

Next to him, Drogo said nothing.

His face was a little gloomy, but not because of the attack of the Mandi tribe. His eyes looked at Enzo not far away from time to time, and he was a little worried.

Evil!

Taboo words in the world of war ghosts. Evils that can bring disaster to the tribe are often born only from inferior species.

In ten days, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe fought in the Savage Forest Hunting Ground. The Tatar tribe was originally at a disadvantage, but under the influence of a special force, it turned the situation around.

Coupled with Orenze's words, Drogo couldn't help but worry whether there was really an evil in the Tatar tribe.

"If Enzo is really an evil, what should I do?" Drogo was tangled in his heart. According to the rules of the Solu Plain, if there is really an inferior species awakening superpowers and becoming an evil, then the tribe must find a way to execute it at the first time.

Because only in this way can we prevent the evil from becoming the claws of the God of Disaster!

However, this is a difficult choice for Drogo. If Enzo is really an evil, then the power to turn the situation around in the Savage Forest Hunting Ground War must come from him.

Enzo, who was willing to expose his own supernatural power to save everyone, was the Tatar tribe going to execute him?

Drogo gritted his teeth.

"Forget it, let's wait a while." Drogo shook his head slightly, comforting himself in his heart, saying: "No evil has been born in the Sollu Plain for hundreds of years. Everything may be just an accident."

"What's more, even if Enzo has become an evil, he has not shown any signs of approaching the God of Disaster, and may not bring disaster to the tribe."

Drogo kept thinking in his heart, and made up his mind and said: "The harvest hunting is over. Lead the tribe back to the tribe first, and let Enzo accept the test of the God of Blood Killing in front of the God-given stone tablet, and you will know whether he is evil!"

Thinking of this, Drogo was full of confidence.

In the War Ghost World, the God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster are like the positive and negative sides, and they are naturally hostile. Therefore, the God-given stone tablet also has the ability to examine the evil. If Enzo really falls, he can't disguise it at all.

"Evil?"

Beside him, Enzo's eyes flickered, thinking about the information about evil, and secretly said: "In this world, the existence of awakened magic power is called evil. Judging from Drogo's reaction, he seems to be full of fear of this kind of existence!"

"But it doesn't matter!"

"Anyway, my power has been restored through cultivation. The strength of a second-level wizard is enough to sweep across the entire Solu Plain. Even if the Tatar tribe can no longer accommodate me for some reason, it is not a big deal."

Then, Enzo shook his head and followed the Tatar hunting team to continue moving forward.

...

In the evening, the heavy rain stopped slightly.

The Tatar hunting team stopped on a flat wasteland. Drogo commanded the blood warriors to set up tents and planned to take a rest here.

"In three more days, this year's harvest hunting should be over." Drogo looked in the direction of the Tatar tribe and muttered to himself.

In previous years, the harvest hunting would probably only last about ten days.

But this time, the Tatar tribe wandered in the wilderness for nearly twenty days, mainly because they were attracted by the wrong information of the Pramo tribe before, and wasted a lot of time to capture the so-called silver-horned cunning.

When they found that everything was a trap, Drogo immediately ordered everyone to leave the Savage Forest and return to the hunting ground in the middle of the plain to hunt in time, so that they could capture enough prey for the tribe to survive the Black Mist Season.

The harvest season is coming to an end, and this heavy rain seems to foreshadow the arrival of the Black Mist Season. Drogo and others must return to the tribe with all the prey before the black fog sweeps across the plain.

Not long after, a simple camp appeared on the wilderness, and the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe took turns guarding around it.

Suddenly, a wolf howl came from a distance.

"Is it the Brar wolf pack again?"

Enzo frowned slightly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes. Using the vision of the shadow crows in the sky, he found a group of running wolves on the plain in the distance.

Compared with the Bular Gray Wolf, the wolves that appeared this time were smaller, with two extremely sharp teeth on their lower jaws and brown hair. Only the leading wolf king was completely black, with a bloodthirsty glow in his vertical pupils.

"Is this... a sharp-toothed wolf?"

Enzo raised his eyebrows and found that the wolves running on the plain were not Bular Gray Wolf, but another sharp-toothed wolf known for its cunning and cruelty.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

After hearing the wolf howl, Drogo immediately grabbed the bronze spear and ordered everyone in the camp.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the camp.

All the blood warriors were on alert, but they were not afraid at all. Instead, they seemed extremely excited. The War Ghost Tribe never feared fighting, and during the harvest hunting period, encountering a wolf pack meant harvesting more prey, which they were looking forward to.

"Maybe we can end this year's harvest hunting early!" A blood warrior smiled next to him.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, led by Drogo, were on high alert, but after the wolf howl just now, there was no sign of the wolf pack.

"Did they go around to the back?"

At the spot, Enzo's eyes flashed, and a surprised expression appeared on his face. He said thoughtfully, "It looks more cunning than the Brar Gray Wolf. It even knows how to use the tactic of feinting to the east and attacking in the west to sneak attack!"

The sharp-toothed wolf is indeed a wild beast known for its cunningness. After they howled in front of them, they did not attack from that side, but quietly went around to the back of the camp.

The hunting team of the Tatar tribe focused their attention on the front, and no one expected that the sharp-toothed wolf pack would attack from behind.

Fortunately, Enzo arranged shadow crows in the air to monitor everything below at all times.

"Chief Drogo, there seems to be movement behind."

Enzo walked to Drogo's side and reminded him casually.

Drogo turned around and frowned immediately.

He also felt the smell of the wolf pack approaching behind the camp, so he shouted and called everyone to be alert.

Awoo!

The next moment, in the darkness, a sharp-toothed wolf pounced out, without making any sound, but it looked extremely fierce.

"Be careful behind!" Drogo said loudly.

Then, he threw the bronze spear fiercely, instantly piercing the abdomen of the sharp-toothed wolf and nailing it directly to the ground. Compared with the Brar gray wolf, the sharp-toothed wolf's combat effectiveness is obviously weaker.

But their characteristics are cunning.

After the sharp-toothed wolf pack failed to attack from the rear, the wolves immediately began to disperse and began to surround from all directions. The howling of wolves continued. Under the dark night, it was impossible to distinguish the number.

"It seems that this group of sharp-toothed wolves should have been eyeing us for a long time."

Drogo's face was solemn. The sharp-toothed wolf pack deliberately chose to attack at night to take advantage of their own advantages. In the dark, their visual ability can be brought to the extreme.

"Is that the leader?"

Enzo was expressionless on the spot, with a slight gleam in his eyes. Using the vision of the shadow crow in the sky, he saw a sharp-toothed wolf standing like a human on the plain in the distance, silently watching the direction of the hunting team's camp.

Unlike the Brar gray wolf, the sharp-toothed wolf is known for its cunning.

Therefore, in the tribe of this kind of wild beast, the leader wolf is often more intelligent and good at commanding the tribe to achieve its goals.

Just like now.

The sharp-toothed wolf king kept howling on the plain in the distance, commanding the sharp-toothed wolf pack to disperse from four directions, but he was not in a hurry to attack in a large scale, and only sent out a few sharp-toothed wolves to conduct a tentative attack.

"Is it looking for an opportunity?" Enzo raised his eyebrows, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

The sharp-toothed wolf, which is obviously a wild beast, seems to know more about strategy than the War Ghost Clan. Not only does it use the dark environment as an opportunity to attack, but it also knows the gap in strength between the wolf pack and the Tatar tribe hunting team, so it plans to delay time and consume the strength of the hunting team.

Awooo!

At this time, another wolf howl came from the north of the camp. Dozens of sharp-toothed wolves suddenly launched an attack and rushed into the camp frantically. A blood warrior was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

"Moses!" The companions around him exclaimed.

The blood warrior Moses, who was thrown to the ground, quickly activated the blood power in his body and roared to stand up, but several sharp-toothed wolves bit his limbs tightly, giving him no chance at all.

Drogo frowned slightly and turned away.

Just as he was about to throw out the bronze spear to help Moses escape, several sharp-toothed wolves suddenly bit Moses' legs and quickly dragged him into the darkness. The spear thrown by Drogo was nailed to the ground.

In the darkness, Moses' roar came.

The sharp-toothed wolves dragged Moses into the darkness, but did not rush to kill him. Instead, they left scars on him with their claws, as if a cat caught a mouse, with a playful feeling.

"Damn wild beast!"

Several blood warriors around were furious and rushed out without hesitation. Drogo was about to stop them, and the area west of the camp was also attacked by sharp-toothed wolves, and another blood warrior was also thrown to the ground.

"Are you going to distract the hunting team?"

Enzo stroked his chin. Using the vision of the shadow crow in the sky, he kept an eye on the surrounding dynamics. The sharp-toothed wolves attacked from different directions just to distract the hunting team.

At the same time, after dragging the blood warrior Moses out of the camp, they did not use the wolf pack to bite his throat and kill him with one blow, but tortured him to make him suffer.

The purpose of doing this is to let the hunting team rescue him.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe are all in the camp for protection. The wolf pack's attack will inevitably cause great damage, so attracting them outside becomes the most appropriate strategy.

After all, the wolf pack has night vision and can see clearly in the dark.

"Light the torch!"

Seeing that two blood warriors had been suddenly attacked by the wolves and dragged out of the camp, Drogo, as the leader of the tribe, naturally could not leave it alone, so he could only order the torches to be lit and command several blood warriors to rescue.

Several blood warriors immediately lit the torches.

However, the air on the plains that had just rained was very humid, and the torches went out quickly after being lit. The head wolf on the plain in the distance flickered with vertical pupils, as if revealing a hint of cunning.

"Could it be that attacking on rainy nights is also its plan?"

Enzo felt a little incredible. In his opinion, no matter how cunning the sharp-toothed wolf was, it belonged to the category of wild beasts. How could it have such terrible wisdom, not only knowing how to use the environment, but also seizing the exact opportunity.

Aoaoao!

The sound of wolf howling continued to sound around. Several blood warriors rushed out of the camp and were about to rescue Moses, but they found that the sharp-toothed wolf actually retreated quickly, dragging the blood warriors to run farther away, as if trying to disperse the strength of the camp.

For a time, some of the blood warriors of the hunting team were attracted outside the camp by the wolf pack and kept moving away from everyone.

At the same time, a wolf howl was heard in the distance.

In the direction of the deep plain, hundreds of Brar gray wolves suddenly appeared. There was no leader among them, but they acted in groups and instantly surrounded several blood warriors who rushed out of the camp.

"How is this possible?"

Drogo took a breath and an incredible expression appeared on his face. The Brar gray wolves and the sharp-toothed wolves actually reached a cooperative relationship. The two wolf packs joined forces to besiege the hunting team of the Tatar tribe.

This was a scene that Drogo had never seen before, but it really happened!

"Is it the sharp-toothed wolf king who controlled the Brar wolf pack?"

Enzo's face was still calm, but a trace of thought flashed in his eyes. There was no wolf king in the Brar gray wolf pack, but they cooperated with the sharp-toothed wolf pack, which was obviously controlled by the sharp-toothed wolf king.

Moreover, from this group of Brar gray wolves that suddenly appeared, Enzo felt a trace of unusual breath.

Their movements were very stiff, especially when they were running.

After the Braal Gray Wolf Pack appeared, they quickly launched an attack on the camp. Unlike the Sharptooth Wolves, they were very ferocious. They entered the camp in a few attacks and bit the surrounding Blood Warriors crazily.

A Braal Gray Wolf pounced on Enzo!

Enzo's eyes flashed, and in the dark night, he activated the shadow witchcraft. A shadow turned into a silk thread and wrapped around the Braal Gray Wolf's legs, instantly pulling it down from mid-air, and then easily killing it.