At this time, not far away.
Drogo walked out of the stone house, with red stripes on his naked chest flowing like blood, and his muscles were tight, like rocks.
"Uncle Drogo, what happened!"
On the other side, in a small wooden house, Batuer hurriedly ran out, covering his lower body with his animal skin in one hand, and asked in a panic.
In the cabin, two naked women ran out and ran towards the tribe. They were the eighth and ninth wives of Batuer.
Drogo frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied.
In the past half month, Batu's cultivation progress has been getting slower and slower, and he has been unable to become a blood warrior for a long time, and even his appetite has decreased. However, he has not strengthened his cultivation because of this, but instead became addicted to joy.
"Is it the Gosso tribe who started to attack us?" Batuer seemed not to see Drogo's dissatisfaction and asked nervously.
"Not the Gauso Tribe." Drogo shook his head and said in a deep voice, ": A group of Bral gray wolf appeared on the plain, approaching the tribe, so I asked the tower to send an alarm."
"Isn't it the Gosso tribe?"
Batur breathed a long sigh, as if he was relieved from his fear, his chest was slightly ups and downs, and he wondered, "If it were just a pack of wolves, do you need to issue an alarm?"
Compared with the Gosso tribe, the wolf pack is not a threat at all. It seems that the Tatar tribe does not need to make a big move, and even mobilize all males to fight ghosts.
"You don't understand!"
Drogo had a serious expression and said, ": The number of wolves this time is more than one hundred, and there seems to be a wolf. We must pay attention to it!"
"I knew it would have been a weak state since the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Gosso people three years ago. It was a day of harvest and hunting. We must not be careless!"
"I understand, Uncle Drogo!"
Batuer nodded, then fought against a metal weapon similar to a mace, and ran towards the entrance of the tribe.
At this time, Drogo noticed Enzo on the side.
"The inferior?" He frowned slightly and scolded, "Why are you still here? Go and hide with the women of the tribe, and don't drag others down."
"I am also a warrior of the Tatar Tribe, and should not escape from battle." Enzo shook his head and said in a low voice, ": I have enjoyed the resources of the tribe treating males for so long, and now it's time to make some contributions!"
After saying that, Enzo directly followed the footsteps of other male war ghosts.
Drogo was slightly stunned, but then he smiled.
Although this inferior species has no potential, it seems to be very brave. At least it has the courage to fight, which is enough to win respect.
At the entrance to the Tatar tribe.
Two wooden towers stand on both sides, two male war ghosts above, looking into the distance. On the vast plain, a group of big bad wolves, like wild horses, were running towards the Tatar tribe.
"Caru, how is the situation?" Drogo asked to the sentry above him.
"It's the Bral gray wolf pack, there are a lot of numbers!" Karu replied with a serious expression on the tower.
"Open the door immediately!" Drogo ordered decisively.
Then, several blood warriors quickly stepped forward and worked together to push the heavy huge wooden door open. All the male warriors of the Tatar tribe rushed out.
The Bral gray wolf is a terrible beast.
They were in groups on the plain, and they were as big as horses. They not only had sharp fangs and claws, but also had amazing bounce. The fence of the Tatar tribe was only five meters high, which could not stop their attack at all.
Therefore, Drogo ordered the door to be opened.
The blood warriors of the war ghost tribe in the tribe rushed outside, intending to deal with the attacks of the wolves in an open space in front of the tribe. Only by blocking these Bral gray wolves outside can the tribe be prevented from being damaged.
"What's wrong!"
Looking at the pack of wolves running in the distance, Drogo's face showed a hint of solemnity. Although the Bral gray wolf was brutal by nature and had attacked the tribe in groups, it only happened when food was extremely short of food.
Now it is in the harvest season, and there is plenty of prey on the plains.
The Bral gray wolf pack was completely unnecessary and took great risks to attack the Tatar tribe. These cunning beasts would not be unclear about the power of the War Ghost Clan and the power of the Blood Warriors.
Just as Drogo thought, the wolves were approaching the tribe.
Ao!
With a high howl, behind the Bral gray wolf pack, a terrible monster five meters tall appeared in Drogo's eyes, which immediately changed his face slightly, and his pupils could not help shrinking.
Bral Grey Wolf King!
The gray wolf king, who is five meters tall, looks particularly conspicuous among the wolves. His pair of wolf eyes are full of bloodthirsty luster, and his gray hair is like a hard thorn, emitting a terrifying momentum.
"Is it because of the Wolf King's order that he chose to attack the tribe?"
Drogo frowned slightly, and a trace of thought appeared on his face. Only the wolf king could command the wolf pack and command them to hunt on a large scale.
Soon, the wolves were less than one hundred meters away from the tribe.
"In the name of the God of Blood-killing, guard the tribe!"
Drogo pulled off a bronze spear from behind and shouted loudly, ": Blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, fight! Kill all these wild beasts!"
After saying that, Drogo rushed forward first.
I saw three blood-colored stripes floating on his naked chest, as if blood-red mist was tangling around him. The power of the red warrior exploded, giving Drogo a power far beyond that of humans.
call out!
The heavy bronze spear suddenly pierced out and penetrated a gray wolf in an instant. Drogo's tight arm suddenly fell, smashing the gray wolf's corpse forward, knocking away several Bral gray wolf's wolves.
"Guardian tribe!"
In the open space, the war ghost tribes roared and launched charges one after another. The adult male war ghost tribes were almost all blood warriors. After they entered the combat state, their bodies emitted bloody energy, which was somewhat similar to fighting spirit.
"Is the power of Qi and Blood?" Enzo thought behind him.
The war ghost tribe can become blood warriors through cultivation, and the extraordinary power stored in their bodies is the power of qi and blood. It is somewhat similar to Dou Qi in nature, but it is different.
At this time, the wolves and the Tatar tribe had already started a war.
The Bral gray wolf is huge, each of which is three meters tall, with sharp claws and fangs that are extremely sharp, and the fighting style is extremely fierce. On the other hand, the same is true for the War Ghost Clan, who transformed into a blood warrior.
The fierce battle began!
"The energy of the Blood Warrior is somewhat similar to an explosion. He gains extraordinary power in a short period of time, but it consumes extremely qi and blood power, and damages the body is very serious. Every battle will cause hidden injuries." The battle has begun, but Enzo did not rush to join the battle, but observed silently.
The Blood Warrior’s path is so similar to the Knights!
Both are stored in the body through physical exercise, which explodes during battles, but the consequence is that they constantly overdraw their vitality.
"No wonder you can't see the old war ghost clan in the Tatar tribe."
Enzo couldn't help but shake his head. He had never seen the old war ghost clan before after living in the Tatar tribe for a month. Through today's discovery, he seemed to have understood something in his heart.
The warrior tribe who became a blood warrior spent his whole life fighting.
They use the power of qi and blood without restraint, and the final outcome is death, just like a lion on the grassland, and the meaning of life lies entirely in combat.
As for women fighting the ghost tribe, they also do not live old.
Because in the War Ghost Tribe, women are just similar resources, and they cannot decide their own destiny. When they become adults, they will be assigned to males as wives according to the situation.
Although it sounds like a wife, it is actually similar to a slave.
Whenever a male warrior tribe dies, all his wives will be burial objects. This is the tradition of the warrior tribe, so neither male nor female, the warrior tribe is old.
"Hey! The inferior one!"
Just as Enzo was thinking, an annoying voice suddenly rang out. Batuer was carrying a bronze mace with a disdainful expression on his face and sneered, "Are you scared?"
"If you are afraid of fighting, get back quickly! A poor person like you is only worthy of being castrated and serving the tribe as a woman!"
Enzo looked at him coldly without expression.
Batuer's heart trembled, and he felt a little scared inexplicably. There was an hallucination in front of him. Enzo was obviously a inferior species less than two meters tall, but the oppression he brought to him seemed to be no less than that of a giant beast in the wilderness.
In a trance, Batur fell into hallucination.
His consciousness returned to the day when the Gosso tribe attacked the Tatar tribe three years ago. On that terrible night, the fire spread throughout the tribe. The Gosso people rushed into the Tatar tribe and killed everything randomly.
The young Batuer hid in the corner and shivered.
"Is this the fear in your heart?"
In place, Enzo stroked his chin and said to himself, ":Gosuo tribe, the most powerful tribe on the plain, since it can attack the Tatar tribe, it means that they have at least one second-level life-level rage warrior!"
Bang!
At this time, a sound came, and Batur, who was trapped in the hallucination of fear, fainted straight, his face turned pale, but his burly body couldn't help but tremble.
No one noticed the chaotic battleground.
Enzo shook his head, ignored Batu's life or death, turned around and rushed into the battlefield, hugged a gray wolf naked, and easily pressed it under him.
Bang bang bang!
After three consecutive punches, the gray wolf skull was completely shattered, but Enzo did not rush to get up, but pretended to continue attacking. He did not intend to show too much strength in this battle.
Ao Wow!
Another high wolf howl, the huge gray wolf king rushed into the battlefield. With a sudden wave of his huge claw, he knocked a blood warrior away, then opened his fangs and bit a blood warrior.
Whoosh!
At this time, a bronze spear flew over.
The gray wolf king threw the blood warrior in his mouth away, then raised his sharp claws to block the attack of the bronze spear. A trace of wisdom appeared in his vertical pupils, staring at Drogo who was walking towards him.
First-level life form, red-textured warrior!
As the leader of the Tatar tribe, Drogo was the only person with the strength to fight against the Gray Wolf King, so he stood up well deservedly, picked up the bronze spear on the ground, and roared and rushed forward.
The life level of the Bral Gray Wolf King can also reach the first level.
Whether it is the Wolf King or Drogo, although their life levels are first-level, their backward fighting style makes them unable to compare with the same-level wizards. If they are the first-level wizards of the Conqueror, they can even kill them all in an instant.
Sigh!
Drogo waved his bronze spear and rubbed against the grey wolf king's sharp claws, making a harsh sound. The blood-colored energy around the red warrior spread. The powerful force of qi and blood suppressed the grey wolf king's wildness and temporarily occupied the upper peak.
And in the distance of the plain, there is a clearing ground.
The huge rock formed a shadow, and several figures covered in animal fur robes were quietly watching the fight not far away. They were covered with white oil paint on their faces and their hair was combed into braids.
"It can actually suppress the gray wolf king, Drogo is worthy of being a blood warrior!"
Behind the rock, among the group of people with oil on their faces, the one-eyed man who seemed to be the leader exclaimed in a low voice, and a gleam of inexplicable luster appeared in his eyes, murmured, ": In the tribal war twenty years ago, I was defeated by this guy, so the Tatar tribe occupied more resources."
"And now that so long has passed, let's have a duel, I'm afraid the person who loses will still be me..."
"Although Drogo is powerful, so what can it do?"
At this time, another scar face spoke, ": Since the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Gosso tribe three years ago, the only three of their original red-textured warriors were left Drogo himself!"
"And after twenty years, our Mandy tribe has two red-textured warriors!"
"As long as we use the Bral gray wolf pack this time, we will first weaken the strength of the Tatar tribe, and even kill Drogo directly, and then wait for the subsequent harvest and hunting, we can annex the Tatar tribe in one fell swoop!" Scarface's tone was a little excited.
The few people hiding behind the rocks all came from the Mandy tribe.
This is also the War Ghost Tribe in the Solu Plain. It was in hostile relations with the Tatar Tribe decades ago. A war twenty years ago was almost exterminated by the Tatar Tribe, and there was only one red-textured warrior left in the tribe.
However, over time.
The originally powerful Tatar tribe has gradually declined after experiencing the attack on the Gosso tribe, but after twenty years of cultivation, the Mandi tribe finally gave birth to the second red-textured warrior.
The Mandy tribe is eager for revenge and takes action for it!
They took an opportunity to lead the Bral gray wolf pack on the plains outside the Tatar tribe, intending to use the attack of the wolf pack to further weaken the strength of the Tatar tribe, thereby laying the foundation for the next plan.
"If Drogo can be killed, the Tatar tribe will be defeated without any attack!"
Chapter completed!