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A sharp neighing sound of horses broke Enzo's thoughts, and then a sound of footsteps sounded outside. Enzo pushed the door and walked out and found that the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were running outside.
"What's going on?" Enzo asked by pulling a blood warrior.
"It's the Gaosuo tribe!"
At this time, Drogo walked out of the two-story stone building next to him and said in a deep voice, "It's the Gaosuo tribe who is here to collect the offerings for this year."
"Gaosuo Tribe?" Enzo's eyes flashed.
After traveling through the world of war ghosts, he has heard of the word "Gao So Tribe" many times. It is the most powerful force in the entire Solu Plain. It attacked the Tatar tribe three years ago, causing the originally powerful Tatar to decline.
As the ruler of the plain, the Gauso tribe collects tribute from the tribes on the plain every year, and naturally this year is not included. But what surprised Drogo a little was that according to the rules of previous years, the Gauso tribe would appear after the harvest celebration.
This year, it seems to be much ahead of schedule!
Soon, Drogo and Enzo came to the gate of the Tatar tribe. In the open space in front of the tribe, they saw a group of Gaosuo people. The leader was riding a monster with a foot three meters high and a head similar to a horse and a wolf. The neighing sound just now came from its mouth.
The giant wolf foal is a rare wild beast that can be tamed.
Gao Suo, who was riding on the giant wolf foal, was named Hatton. His naked upper body had three blood stripes on his chest, representing his identity as a three-blooded red-textured warrior, holding a bronze axe in his hand.
"Long time no see, Drogo!"
The red-text warrior Hatton, riding on the giant wolf horse, looked down at Drogo with a slightly ferocious smile on his face and said, ": For such a long time, you have not become a four-blooded red-text warrior. You are a useless waste!"
Drogo looked ugly, but he dared not refute.
Although both of them are three-blooded red-banded warriors, Hatton represents the Gaosuo tribe. Any resistance or provocation may be attacked by the Gaosuo tribe. Everything that happened three years ago was a bloody lesson.
"Welcome to the Tatar Tribe, Hatton Messenger."
Drogo took a deep breath, lowered his head deeply, and said respectfully, ": The tribute from the Tatar Tribe this year is ready."
As he said that, Drogo waved.
In the Tatar tribe, several blood warriors worked together to pull a cart, which was covered with a huge corpse of a fire-toothed mammoth. It had been dead for more than a month, but the fire-toothed mammoth showed no sign of corruption.
This is mainly because the skin surface of the fire-tooth mammoth is coated with a resin-like mucus, which can play an anticorrosion effect.
"Fire-toothed Mammoth?"
Hatton's eyes flashed and raised his eyebrows and said, ": You can actually hunt this wild beast. It seems that the Tatar tribe's harvest hunting this year is not lucky."
Drogo smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly.
This year, the only precious prey for the Tatar tribe is this fire-toothed mammoth, which will eventually be dedicated to the powerful Gosso Tribe as a tribute.
"This fire-toothed mammoth is the tribute offered by the Tatar Tribe to the Gosso Tribe this year!" Drogo said.
Hatton raised his lips and shook his head and said, ": Not enough."
"What?" Drogo was stunned and said quickly, ": Messenger Hatton, you have to see clearly that this wild beast is a complete fire-toothed mammoth. Can't it be used as a tribute to the Gaosuo tribe?"
"I said...not enough!"
Hatton's face turned cold and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Okaren ordered that the tributes of the Tatar tribe will double this year. In addition to this fire-toothed mammoth, you also need to take out other tributes."
"Double the tribute!?"
Drogo took a breath of air, a hint of anger appeared on his face, and said, ": There is no such rule on the Solu Plain. The Tatar tribe has prepared tributes. Why should the Gaosuo tribe ask for double tributes?"
"Rules?" Hatton sneered and said quietly, ": In the Solu Plain, the Gaosuo tribe is the rule. Has the confrontation three years ago not allowed the Tatar tribe to understand this?"
After saying that, Hatton raised the giant axe in his hand.
Fifty blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe behind them raised their spears and pointed their sharp spear tips at the Tatar tribe. They seemed to have disagreements and prepared to start a war.
Drogo's face suddenly turned pale.
The oppressive force brought by the Gosso tribe made him feel a little scared. The attacks that the Tatar tribe were faced three years ago still made Drogo vividly remember. Even though Hatton in front of him only brought fifty blood warriors, the entire Gosso tribe stood behind him.
Drogo had no courage to resist, so he could only grit his teeth.
"Since the doubled tribute is the requirement of the Gaosuo tribe, then the Tatar tribe is willing to implement it." Drogo's face looked ugly, but he could only give a few instructions to the blood warrior next to him.
"...The Black Fog Season is coming soon. What should we do if we give all the food to the Gaosuo Tribe?" Karu's face was also gloomy, and the flames of anger burned in his heart, but under the pressure of the Gaosuo Tribe, he did not dare to show it.
"There is no other way, we cannot refuse the Gosso tribe."
Drogo shook his head and whispered, ": This year's harvest hunting, the tribe has obtained quite a lot of resources. I will divide half of them as tributes to the Gaosuo tribe. The rest should be enough for us to spend the Black Fog Season."
"Although this is the case, this year's Black Fog Season will definitely be very difficult for the Tatar Tribe, but there is nothing we can do about it." Drogo's heart was full of helplessness.
This is the rules of the Solu Plain, and even the rules of the entire war ghost clan!
A powerful tribe has absolute power to kill weak tribes. Even if it is uncontrollable exploitation, the other party cannot resist. If you want to change this situation, unless a raging warrior can appear in the tribe.
"Please wait for a while for the tribute to be ready."
Drogo spoke softly, and then instructed Karu to return to the tribe and direct the tribe's women to the warehouse, dividing half of the resources originally used by the tribe to spend the black fog season onto the cart.
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Looking at the resources loaded into the car, Drogo's heart dripped in his heart, but his face could not show any dissatisfaction, so he could only sigh helplessly.
"Not bad, you Tatar tribe know each other!"
Hatton nodded slightly, a smile appeared on his face, then glanced at the Tatar tribe, and said, ": That's all the tributes this year, but there is one more thing."
Drogo's heart tightened and he hurriedly said, "Please speak by Lord Hatton."
"It's not a big deal, actually."
Hatton condescends and sighs, ": During this year's harvest hunt, my brother Halvin unfortunately died in battle. He is a brave blood warrior. According to the rules of the War Ghost Clan, I plan to hold a grand funeral for his bureau."
"So, I need some burialists!"
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"Ten burialists?" Drogo's face looked even more ugly.
According to the tradition of the War Ghost Clan, the strong do need to be buried alive after death, but if they want to hold a grand funeral, the deceased must at least be a red-textured warrior during their lifetime, while Hatton's younger brother Halvin is just a blood warrior.
Under normal circumstances, after a warrior blood warrior dies, the tribe will only select three burialists from his wife. To Hatton, selecting ten girls from the Tatar tribe as burialists is completely unruly.
"What? You don't want to?" Hatton's tone turned cold.
"......no."
Drogo gritted his teeth and shook his head, and said in a deep voice, ": The Tatar tribe can meet the request of the Hatton messenger. Now select ten girls from the tribe as the burialists of the Halvin Warriors!"
"That's right!" Hatton nodded with satisfaction.
In fact, selecting ten girls from the Tatar tribe as the burialist of Hatton's younger brother Halvin is not an unacceptable thing for Drogo. Compared to doubling the tribute, it is simply not worth mentioning.
The reason is also very simple. In the concept of the Ghost War Clan, women are a cheap resource. The fertility ratio is 1 to 20, which makes the number of women in the Ghost War Clan more than twenty times more than males.
At the same time, the males responsible for fighting are easily killed.
Under various reasons, in any tribe of war ghosts, there are a lot of women, so major tribes often hold sacrifices, and even implement the rules of the blood warrior's wife burying her after the death of a blood warrior, to reduce the number of women and save tribal resources.
Ten ghost-fighting girls are not a big deal even for the Tatar tribe.
Soon, Drogo gave the order.
Karu selected ten women from the tribe and locked them in a huge wooden cage. The selected women already knew their ending, but as a resource, they could not resist and could only bear their fate silently.
A low sob came from the wooden cage, causing Enzo to frown slightly.
The barbaric tradition of the war ghost clan made him feel a little uncomfortable, but when he thought about it carefully, he was a little helpless. The civilizations in each world have their own styles. The status of women in the war ghost clan is extremely low. The main reason is that their number is twenty times that of males, but they cannot master extraordinary power.
For example, the former Forest Spirit World.
As a female form, the son of the forest is the ruler of the world. The lower creature Green Demons are also humanoid creatures, but in the war that collides with the wizard civilization, they are only comparable to cannon fodder.
"Ten burialists have been prepared for the Hatton Messenger."
Drogo waved his hand, and several blood warriors carried the wooden cages locked by ten girls onto the cart, and then said to Hatton.
"Very good, just do it."
Hatton nodded with satisfaction, expressed his approval of Drogo's attitude, and then prepared to leave with the tribute, but at this moment, his eyes inadvertently swept away not far away, a petite Tatar tribe girl.
"Wait... give her to me too."
Hatton stroked his chin, looked at the petite girl, and said, "Before my brother died in battle, I liked this petite girl the most, so let her become my brother's burialist."
The girl who was stared at by Hatton turned pale and she fell to the ground in an instant.
Next to him, Enzo's eyes turned cold and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. The reason was very simple. The girl Hatton targeted was Wendy.
"This...Hatton Messenger should change another one."
Drogo looked at Wendy and hesitated, ": This girl's husband is a red-textured warrior from the Tatar tribe. According to the rules, a blood warrior cannot be buried with him. The messenger of Hatton should be aware of this."
The wife of the Red Warrior cannot be used as a sacrifice for a harvest celebration, and it is even more impossible to be buried with a blood warrior. At this time, the war ghost clan has been tradition for many years, and any war ghost is very clear.
"Is this girl your wife?" Hatton was stunned.
"No! It's the wife of another red-textured warrior in the Tatar tribe." Drogo corrected.
"The second red-textured warrior appeared in the Tatar tribe?"
Hatton narrowed his eyes, an inexplicable expression appeared on his face, and he suddenly recalled the power of the gods who came to the Tatar tribe during a harvest hunting a few days ago, and his thoughts flashed in his mind.
"Yes, Hatton Messenger!"
A hint of pride appeared on Drogo's face and said, ": The great blood-killing god has blessed the Tatar tribe with the birth of the second red-textured warrior."
Hatton's expression kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At this time, Drogo pointed his finger at Enzo and said, "Please allow me to introduce to the Hatton Enzo, the first-blooded red-textured warrior of the Tatar tribe."
In place, Enzo had no expression on his face.
Following Drogo's finger direction, Hatton saw Enzo's face and said in surprise, ": One-blooded Red-banded Warrior, a inferior species?"
"Enzo is indeed a bad person, but he is also a red warrior."
Drogo's face chuckled and said, ": All of this is the gift of the great blood-killing god. Even the inferior species can become a red-textured warrior. It has to be said that it is like a miracle."
Hatton narrowed his eyes and looked at Enzo.
The inferior species became a red-banded warrior, which is a very rare thing even in the history of the Solu Plain, and can even be said to be a handful of people. However, Enzo in front of him did emit the blood and energy of the red-banded warrior.
"Is this...is this the power given by the God of Blood-killing?"
Hatton's thoughts changed, and he remembered the three blood-fighting sacrifices held by the Gaosuo tribe at the harvest celebration, but still did not win the gaze of the blood-killing god. A trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes when he looked at Enzo.
Enzo naturally saw Hatton's expression.
A hint of funnyness appeared in his heart. A weak red-text warrior had a murderous intent towards him. I have to say that the other party was very brave. If it were on the Wizard Continent, the extraordinary knight would have been disrespectful to the third-level wizard, he would have been turned into a toad and thrown into the fire and burned to death.
"Hmph! Just a one-blooded red-textured warrior."
Chapter completed!