Chapter 469 Return to the Tribe

Tap tap tap!

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and Drogo and others in the camp immediately turned around and looked over.

"Enzo?"

Drogo was a little surprised and said in surprise, "You're back? Didn't you meet the leader of the group of sharp-toothed wolves?"

"The Wolf King has escaped." Enzo said softly.

"What?" Drogo was shocked.

Not long ago, wolves attacked the hunting team camp. Drogo and others devoted all their energy to resisting the sharp-toothed wolf, while Enzo set off to the depths of the plains to deal with the sharp-toothed wolf king.

Because as long as the wolf king is killed, the wolves will naturally defeat themselves.

However, Drogo actually does not have much confidence in this plan, because although the sharp-toothed wolf is not known for its strength, as a wolf king, it can at least be comparable to a first-blood red-striped warrior. Enzo is just a newly promoted The Blood Warrior cannot kill the Wolf King no matter what.

"You defeated the Wolf King?" Drogo asked quickly.

"That's right." Enzo pondered for a moment and said, "The leader of the sharp-toothed wolf is not very strong, far from the level of a wolf king. I saw the right opportunity to sneak attack and caused damage to it."

"Then the alpha wolf ran away!"

Drogo was stunned and said in surprise, ": Is it that simple? Is it really because the first wolf escaped that the wolves dispersed? But what happened to those Brar gray wolves?"

"Bral Gray Wolf?" Enzo pretended to be confused.

Drogo waved and led Enzo to the center of the camp. A dozen blood warriors were stacking the corpses of the Brar gray wolves on the plain together and preparing to light torches below.

"Previously, these Brar gray wolves and sharp-toothed wolves attacked our camp together." Drogo pointed forward and said solemnly, "But just now, all the Brar gray wolves suddenly died, and The corpses decomposed rapidly and became like this! "

Crackling!

The flames burned the corpse of Brar Gray Wolf, making a burning sound, and the rotting stench floated out, making the surrounding blood warriors frown.

Three days later.

The sky in the distance was slightly white, and on the vast plains, the Tatar tribal hunting team was moving forward. Drogo was walking at the front holding a bronze spear, and behind him were several blood warriors who worked together to drag a giant beast with ropes.

"Finally back!"

The hunting team came to a high slope. Drogo looked at the tribe in the distance, a smile appeared on his face, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It is less than ten days before the end of the harvest season.

The harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe finally ended. In the three days since the camp was attacked by the sharp-toothed wolves, everything went very smoothly. Drogo led the blood warriors across the plains and returned to the tribe calmly.

"Brother Drogo and the others are back!"

"Why did this year's harvest hunt take so long?"

"But it looks like their harvest is pretty good!"

"Huh? What is that? Oh my god! Is it a fire-tusked mammoth?"

In the Tatar tribe located on the plain, sentries on the towers on both sides of the entrance opened the door and welcomed the hunting team in. The remaining members of the tribe appeared one after another, including women such as Wendy.

The hunting team was welcomed by the tribe like returning heroes.

"Ha! Firetusk Mammoth!"

On the tower, a figure limped down. Looking at the fire-tusked mammoth that was dragged into the tribe by the blood warriors, Karu grinned and said, "This is really a big guy! It seems that this year, it will be given to the Gaussian tribe." Tribute, no need to worry anymore.”

Drogo opened his arms, smiled and hugged Karu.

"How are the tribes doing during this time?" Then Drogo asked.

"Everything went well." Karu nodded and said, "In the more than half a month since the hunting team left, the tribe did not encounter any intruders, except for a black bear beast that approached and was shot to death by me with a bow and arrow!"

"By the way, one more thing, little Batur has become a blood warrior!"

During the harvest hunting period, the major tribes on the plains, no matter how much they hate each other, are not allowed to attack each other and provoke wars. Therefore, the Tatar tribe is peaceful. Except for a black bear wild beast that accidentally breaks into the tribe, only Batur's promotion to the Blood Warrior is worth mentioning. .

"Little Batur finally became a blood warrior?" Drogo said.

Originally, Batur was the most promising young man of the Tatar tribe to become a blood warrior, so Drogo had high hopes. Until the last time the tribe was attacked by wolves, Batur pretended to sleep to avoid the battle, and was attacked by the entire tribe. of contempt.

However, when the hunting team left the tribe and during the harvest hunting period, Batur worked hard and finally became a blood warrior!

In the distance, Enzo raised his eyebrows, with some surprise on his face.

Batur was implanted with a nightmare mark on his body and was constantly harassed by nightmares. However, it was not easy for him to become a blood warrior, but it was not too strange.

After all, Batur was once the most promising young man in the tribe. It was only natural that he was punished because of the wolves and then worked hard to become a Blood Warrior.

"That's right, Drogo!"

At this time, Karu asked again, "Why did it take you so long to hunt for this year's harvest? Did anything happen?"

Upon hearing Karu's question, Drogo's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Alas! It's hard to describe in words." He shook his head, and then told Karu what happened during the harvest hunt.

Bang!

"Damn Mandy!"

After learning about what happened during the harvest hunting, Kalu's face was extremely angry. He smashed the cane in his hand to the ground and growled, "They actually dared to challenge us. It seems that the lessons of 20 years ago have been forgotten by those Mandi people."

"I suggest that when the Black Mist Season ends this year and the Resurgence Season begins, the Tatar tribe declares war on the Mandi tribe and makes those hateful Mandi people pay the price of death and blood!"

"Things with the Mandi tribe can only wait until the Black Mist Season is over."

Drogo nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "The most important thing now is to prepare for the Black Mist Season. When the power of the God of Mist and Disaster sweeps the earth again, we must rely on the blessing of the God of Blood Killing to survive safely."

"I understand." Kalu also agreed.

The Black Mist Season is a disaster that must be taken seriously by all the War Ghost Tribes. Even if the hatred between the Mandi Tribe and the Tatar Tribe is rekindled, the two sides will not choose to go to war in the Black Mist Season.

"Get ready, let's start this year's harvest festival!" Then, Drogo spoke again.

"Harvest festival? Now?" Kalu was stunned.

According to the tradition of the War Ghost Tribe, every year at the end of the harvest season and before the arrival of the Black Mist Season, a harvest festival will be held to offer sacrifices to the God of Blood Killing through the festival, so as to please the gods and gain more protection.

This year's Tatar tribe will naturally be no exception.

Recalling the strange events that happened that night three days ago, Drogo became more determined in his heart that this year's harvest festival must be held grandly, so that the God of Blood Killing can feel the respect of the Tatar tribe.

"Well, it's time to hold a harvest festival."

Kalu sighed slightly. According to the tradition of previous years, after the harvest hunting is over, the hunting team will rest for a few days before the tribe will hold a harvest festival. However, this year's harvest hunting took too much time. At this time, it is less than ten days before the arrival of the Black Mist Season, and the Tatar tribe must also hurry to hold a harvest festival.

Then, Kalu waved to the hunting team.

The blood warriors carrying prey followed his footsteps and stored the prey obtained from the harvest hunting in the tribe's warehouse. Only the largest fire-tusk mammoth was placed in a separate area.

The fire-tusk mammoth is a tribute to the Gossop tribe, so everyone should pay attention.

"Okay, everyone has put in a lot of effort in this year's harvest hunting. Now go back and rest." Drogo turned around and said to the blood warriors, "The Black Mist Season is coming. In the next ten days, everyone should rest up and wait for the carnival at the harvest festival!"

As soon as Drogo's voice fell, the blood warriors cheered.

For the War Ghost Tribe, the harvest festival not only means offering sacrifices to the blood-killing god, but also the only carnival of the year. The males will release stress during this period, and even women can enjoy some fun.

"Harvest festival?" Enzo's eyes flickered on the spot.

After traveling through the War Ghost World for three months, Enzo already had a certain understanding of this world. He knew very well that the so-called harvest festival was a means for the War Ghost Tribe to worship the Blood-Slaying God, and it was also similar to a carnival festival.

Then, the blood warriors of the hunting team disbanded on the spot.

"The War Ghost Tribe's harvest festival is the most important festival of the year. During this period, all tribes will worship the Blood-Slaying God, and the Blood-Slaying God, as the guardian, will also bestow divine power on the War Ghost Tribe."

Enzo stroked his chin on the spot.

"The War Ghost Tribe's extraordinary power all comes from the Blood-Slaying God, so divine power is undoubtedly the best way for blood warriors to strengthen their blood power. It is rumored that some large tribes even obtained divine power that allowed blood warriors to become red-striped warriors directly after holding harvest festivals!"

"The Blood-Slaying God" Enzo muttered to himself.

Then, he turned around and returned to his own stone house, and then with a thought, he cast his vision on the scattered shadow crows around the Tatar tribe, using their vision to overlook the earth.

The endless plain was calm.

But under this calm, it seemed as if a storm was coming. The harvest season was about to end, and the power of the God of Disaster was about to sweep the earth. Even the wild beasts on the plains were panicked and didn't know where to hide.

The Black Fog Season is the most dangerous time of the year!

"The God of Disaster and the God of Blood Killing are both indigenous gods born in this world, just like the Aqila tree and the disaster beast in the forest world, symbolizing the positive and negative sides." Enzo's face showed a thoughtful look, and he murmured, ": After a confrontation between the two in ancient times, they were unable to do anything to each other, so they shifted the battlefield to control the world."

"At present, it seems that the God of Blood Killing has the upper hand."

"However, the God of Disaster still has the ability to regain control of the earth in the Black Fog Season. At the same time, he seems to have a more bizarre ability to project his own power into the wizard world and seduce human believers to spread their faith."

Even after more than 50 years, Enzo still hasn't forgotten.

Back in the wizard world, it was the plague in the human kingdom that allowed Enzo to discover the God of Disaster and the coordinates of the strange plane of the War Ghost World. Although Enzo had broken the mirror and interrupted the connection between the God of Disaster and the wizard world, he could not guarantee whether the other party had any other means.

"In a battle in ancient times, the God of Disaster was defeated by the God of Blood Killing!"

"Therefore, the Bloodthirsty God became the ruler of the world and supported the War Ghost Clan as the ruler, but the God of Disaster did not completely fail, but hibernated to continue to strengthen."

"I just don't know how the God of Disaster has recovered after so long." Enzo thought in his heart.

At this moment, Enzo's heart suddenly moved.

Through the dozens of shadow crows flying over the Solu Plain, Enzo always paid attention to the movement of the plain. In the vision of one of the shadow crows, he came to the border of the Savage Forest.

"Pramo Tribe" Enzo muttered to himself.

In the vision of the shadow crow, a small tribe appeared, located at the border of the Savage Forest. There were only dozens of houses, which looked a little dilapidated, and there were less than 500 members in the tribe.

That was the Pramo Tribe.

During this year's harvest hunting period, the Pramo Tribe colluded with the Mandi Tribe to lure the hunting team of the Tatar Tribe to the Savage Forest Hunting Ground, intending to resolve decades of hatred in one fell swoop, but ultimately failed.

The Pramo Tribe also became the enemy of the Tatar Tribe.

According to the plan of Drogo and Kalu, when the resurgence season comes next year, it is not certain whether to go to war with the Mandi tribe, but the Pramo tribe must be eradicated as a warning to the Mandi tribe.

After all, the Pramo tribe is very weak, with no more than thirty blood warriors in the tribe, and no red-striped warriors sitting in the tribe. Drogo can wipe out this tribe from the Solu Plain by himself.

"It seems that Drogo's plan will fail."

Enzo's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the Pramo tribe below through the vision of the shadow crow.

At this time, the Pramo tribe was in chaos.

Unlike the carnival after the harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe, the harvest hunting of the Pramo tribe has also ended, but before the harvest hunting was held, it was attacked terribly.

"Who will save us!"

"Quick! Send a message to the Mandi tribe!"

"Help!"

"Great God of Bloodthirst, please save your people!"

Wailing and screaming rang out in the Pramo tribe. A figure wrapped in black mist was floating in the air. The rotten flesh tongues around his body were like tentacles, constantly and rapidly ejecting, piercing the members of the Pramo tribe one by one, greedily sucking the blood and energy in their bodies.