"Okay! I've decided!"
Suddenly, Drogo roared and said loudly, ": Warriors of the Tatar Tribe, let's go to the barbaric forest now and hunt the silver horn 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 trek into the hunting grounds of other tribes, they could not take much care of the cunning for the silver horn.
Fortunately, the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe had long had hatred. Twenty years ago, if the Gosso tribe had not mediated it, the Mandi tribe would have been destroyed by the Tatar tribe.
Not far away, Old Moore smiled strangely.
"The people of the Tatar tribe are really idiots. They can trust others so easily." Old Moore's face was quiet, but he sneered in his heart, and said to himself, "As long as you lead Drogo to the barbaric forest, the task assigned to me by Lord Orenze will be completed!"
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After obtaining information about Silver Corner Cunning, the Tatar tribe and others, led by Drogo, headed towards the barbaric forest.
"Walking through this plain again, it will be the area of ​​the Barbarian Forest Hunting Ground." Old Moore walked ahead and pointed to a plain.
Drogo nodded slightly.
It was Drogo's request to ask Old Moor to lead the Tatar tribe hunting team to the Barbarian Forest. The Pramo tribe lived near the Barbarian Forest for many years and was definitely the most suitable guide.
At this time, a tremor came from the earth.
On the plain in the distance, a drum-like sound rang out, and hundreds of one-horned rhinos galloped past as a burst of smoke and dust rose.
Drogo's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head.
"Oh! What a pity." Drogo sighed.
Discovering a herd of one-horned rhino on the plain is undoubtedly a good thing for the Tatar tribe. As long as these prey are captured, it will be enough to allow the tribe to have abundant resources to spend the Black Fog season.
However, now, Drogo could only watch the one-horned rhino herds galloping past the front because there were more important things to do.
"Stay on!"
After the one-horned rhino herd walked away, Drogo waved his hand to signal everyone to move forward. Old Moor and several Pramo tribes continued to act as a guide and led the Tatar tribe towards the barbaric forest.
The Solu Plain is very vast, and the area where the Tatar tribe is located is in exactly two directions with the barbaric forest.
Therefore, even under the leadership of Old Moore, it took two days before the Tatar tribe hunting team arrived at the Barbarian Forest area.
In the sky, the scorching sun shines on the earth.
The members of the Tatar tribe came to a high slope. There was still an endless plain in front of them, and there was no shadow of the barbaric forest at all, but this area was already in the range of the barbaric forest.
"Everyone have a rest first!"
Drogo ordered loudly that after two consecutive days of long journeys, even the blood warrior, who is known for his physique, would feel tired. He had entered the range of the barbaric forest at this time. In order to capture the cunning of the silver horn next, it was normal to have a proper rest.
Then, everyone began to rest on the spot.
"Captain Drogo, there is a lake not far from here. Let me take someone to get some water and replenish it for everyone." At this time, Old Moore suddenly came to Drogo.
"Go." Drogo waved his hand.
Old Moore nodded slightly, then took the people from the Pramo tribe and left the hunting team and headed away in one direction.
“It’s so naive…”
Looking at the backs of Old Moore and others who were leaving, Enzo couldn't help but shake his head, and looked back at Drogo, and found that the other party did not notice any abnormality.
From the beginning of the appearance of the Pramo tribe, Drogo didn't feel suspicious of everything Old Moore said. Now he was thinking about Silver Corner Cunning, even the rest of the tribe was like this.
"You must seize the silver horn cunning!"
Drogo's eyes were firm and murmured, "If it was really a young silver horn cunning, as long as it was domesticated, the tribe would have a combat power comparable to a raging warrior after it entered adulthood."
"At that time, the Tatar tribe will truly rise and become a large tribe, which can even make the Gaosuo tribe feel fear..."
Drogo enjoys the future in his heart, but he doesn't know that everything is a lie. The Tatar tribe has long fallen into a trap.
In place, Enzo's eyes flashed.
In the sky, shadow crows flew towards the surroundings, overlooking the scene below. Using the shadow crow's vision, he suddenly discovered that in the area not far away, a group of figures were approaching quietly.
"People from the Mandy Tribe?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.
A group of people who appeared in the distance were headed by a one-eyed man with a strong figure and emitting strong qi and blood. There were three red stripes on his naked chest.
Red Warriors, Orenze!
The current leader of the Mandy tribe, the red-textured warrior with three blood patterns, is almost the same as Drogo's strength.
The red-banded warriors are all first-level living bodies, but their strength is also very surprising based on the number of blood patterns on their bodies. The weakest one has one blood pattern, while the strongest one can condense seven blood patterns.
"Are you planning to start?" Enzo murmured to himself.
Just as he was thinking, the people from the Mandy Tribe had already rushed out. Drogo was shocked and immediately waved his hand to signal the blood warriors of the Tatar Tribe to enter a state of combat.
"Olenze?"
Drogo held the bronze spear tightly in his hand, looked at Orenze's chest, his pupils slightly contracted, and said solemnly, ": I haven't seen you for a few years, it turns out that you have condensed the third blood pattern!"
"Hmph! Drogo, do you think you are the only one growing up?" Orenze sneered and asked knowingly, ": Now it is during the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe no longer has its own hunting ground, why do you run to the barbaric forest?"
Drogo frowned slightly but didn't speak.
"Does the Tatar tribe want to provoke a war again?" Orenze's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't know what it means to break into the hunting grounds of other tribes during the harvest hunting period?"
Drogo's face froze, his expression changed, and he said in a deep voice: Humph! If I remember correctly, the Savage Forest is not the hunting ground of the Mandy Tribe, right?"
"Our Mandy tribe is near the Savage Forest. Do you think this is not our hunting ground?" Orenze sneered and said, "If you must have this attitude, how about we let the Gosso tribe judge?"
Drogo was slightly shocked and his face became gloomy.
It was indeed wrong for the Tatar tribe to break into the hunting grounds of other tribes without authorization. Even if it ended up in the Gaosuo tribe, they must have suffered the loss.
"Why haven't the Pramo tribe come back yet?"
Drogo was a little anxious. The people from the Pramo tribe had been away for a long time, but they had not come back for a long time. If they were there, it would at least be a reason for the Tatar tribe to appear here.
The Pramo tribe also lives in the barbaric forest, so it can naturally use it as a hunting ground. Drogo just needs to say that the Tatar tribe was invited by Old Moore to come to this hunting ground to hunt, and everything is natural.
"Hmph! Is there nothing to say?"
At this time, Orenze sneered, issued an ultimatum, and said in a deep voice, "Leave the hunting ground of Mandy Tribe immediately, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!"
Drogo struggled for a moment.
"Let's go!" Although he was a little unwilling to give up, Drogo decided to leave first. The Tatar tribe's goal of coming to the barbaric forest was for the Silverhorn cunning, and he did not intend to conflict with the Mandi tribe.
"First find the Pramo tribe!" Drogo made up his mind and found the Pramo tribe before returning here.
However, at this moment.
Swallowing!
A sound of breaking through the air sounded in vain, and a rain of arrows shot from the far area behind. Drogo's face changed and he roared.
"Defensive formation!"
The blood warriors of the surrounding Tatar tribe quickly responded, each borrowing the round shield behind them and forming a defensive formation.
The rain of arrows shot on the oak shield, making a puff sound. Due to Drogo's reaction in time, no casualties were found in the Tatar tribe.
Step by step!
At this time, a sound of horse hooves sounded, and from the distant plain, several blood warriors of the Mandy tribe riding iron-armored beasts appeared. The leader was burly and had two blood patterns on his chest.
Immediately afterwards, the Mandy Tribe archers hidden in the dark also appeared one after another, and three groups surrounded the Tatar Tribe.
"Olenze, what do you mean?"
Drogo's face turned gloomy as water, and the bronze spear in his hand pointed at Orenze and asked coldly.
"Hmph! What does it mean?"
A hint of mockery appeared on one-eyed Orenze's face and said with a grim smile, ": During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe broke into our hunting ground without paying some price, do you want to leave like this?"
"The Mandy Tribe wants to provoke a war?" Drogo warned in a low tone, ": Didn't the lessons from twenty years ago teach you?"
Hearing Drogo's words, a hint of hatred appeared on Orenze's face and 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!"
"Every Mandy will not forget this shame, and it must be washed with blood!"
Drogo's face changed.
Even if he was stupid, he could see heresy. What happened today was obviously not accidental, but was planned by the Mandy tribe for a long time.
"During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe broke into our Mandy hunting ground. Now even if we kill you all, according to the rules of the Solu Plain, we will not be punished by the Gosso Tribe, right?" Orenze's face was full of grim smile.
"We were invited by the Pramo Tribe to enter the Barbarian Forest Hunting Ground. According to the rules, it is not considered trespassing the Mandi Tribe Hunting Ground!" Drogo gritted his teeth and made his final defense.
Orenze sneered and clapped his palms.
Then, the surrounding Mandy Blood Warriors automatically made way, and Old Moore and several Pramo tribes walked out.
"Old Moor, are the people from the Tatar tribe entering the barbaric forest hunting ground? Are you invited by you?" Orenze asked coldly.
"Of course not, the Pramo tribe was unaware of this." Old Moore shook his head and put on an innocent expression.
"Moore!!"
Drogo was furious and growled, ": You actually deceived me, damn it!"
Old Moore's heart trembled, but when he saw two blood warriors present in the Mandy tribe, he calmed down and retreated as if nothing had happened.
"Hmph! Everything is clear now."
Orenze said coldly, ": The Tatar tribe broke into the hunting ground of our Mandi tribe without authorization. According to the rules of the Solu Plain, the Mandi tribe has the right to kill you on the spot!"
"Drogo! The hatred from twenty years ago is now time to calculate it."
After saying that, Orenze waved his hand.
The blood warriors of the Mandy tribe suddenly burst out with a roar, and all the members entered a state of combat and rushed towards Drogo and others.
"Fight!" Drogo yelled.
In order to set up a trap here, the Mandy tribe has been planning for a long time. All the blood warriors in the tribe were dispatched in full swing, almost twice the number of those of the Tatar tribe.
"Go to die, Drogo!"
The burly and powerful man Beilu roared and waved a two-meter-long machete. Two blood patterns on his chest trembled like a small snake. He controlled the iron armored beast and rushed towards Drogo.
Twenty years ago, during the war between the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe, Beiru's father was killed by Drogo, so Beiru was extremely eager for revenge. After practicing continuously for twenty years, he finally became the youngest red-banded warrior in the Solu Plain.
Sharp!
The bronze spear collided with the machete, making a crisp sound. Drogo's arm suddenly exerted force, directly shocking Beiru from the iron armored beast.
"Belu, go away!"
Seeing this scene, Orenze roared and rushed towards Drogo. The red warrior's blood and energy burst out, and a boiling red color suddenly appeared on his skin, like a layer of heat.
The weapon used by Orenze was two short bronze knives, both blocking forward, forked Drogo's bronze spear, and Beiru, who fell to the ground, immediately rolled and avoided.
"Is this the Three-blooded Red-Text Warrior?"
Getting up from the ground, a hint of unwillingness appeared on Beiru's face. Whether the red-banded warrior is powerful is mainly calculated based on the number of blood lines on his body. The more blood lines you have, the stronger the qi and blood will become.
Therefore, the strength of the three-blood Drogo is naturally stronger than that of the two-blood Beiru.
"Leave Drogo to me!"
While fighting with Drogo, Orenze shouted loudly, ": You lead the tribesmen to deal with the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe."
"Yes! Uncle Orenze."
Beiru suppressed his unwillingness and turned around and rushed towards other Tatar blood warriors. Although he also wanted to kill Drogo with his own hands and avenge his father, he decided to act according to the plan for the sake of the overall situation.
For a moment, the Tatar tribe and the Mandy tribe fought fiercely. The three-blooded red-banded warriors were equally powerful, and the battle between the two was not enough. The ordinary blood warriors could not interfere in the battle between them.
On the other hand, the Mandy people led by the red warrior Beirut completely gained the upper hand. He still seemed very relaxed when facing the siege of ten Tatar tribe blood warriors at the same time.
brush!
Chapter completed!