"Mandy Tribe?"

Enzo pressed the Bral gray wolf to the ground, but his mind changed, and his eyes flashed slightly.

In the sky, the shadow crow stared below.

Using the vision of the Shadow Crow, Enzo discovered the few people behind the rocks. Based on their conversation, he immediately understood that the reason why the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Bral gray wolf pack was because of the conspiracy of this Mandy tribe.

At the same time, the fight continues.

Ao Wow!

The Bral Grey Wolf King let out a howl. It was originally suppressed by Drogo and suddenly pounced on it. His huge body was pressed against a bronze spear, and he put it through the wound and pressed Drogo to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding Bral gray wolf was determined at the same time.

As if summoned by the wolf king, they roared towards Drogo, and in a moment they pounced on a pile of wolfs, pressing the red-textured warriors tightly.

Although the Bral gray wolf is a wild beast, it also has a certain amount of wisdom.

They knew the power of the Red Warriors very well, so all the gray wolf worked together to kill Drogo under the leadership of the Wolf King.

Several gray wolves bit Drogo's hands and feet respectively, making him unable to move.

A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the Gray Wolf King. He suddenly raised his sharp claws, and then grabbed Drogo hard. The sharp claws flashed with a cold light, as if they could tear Drogo's body apart in a moment.

"Get out!!"

At this time, Drogo burst out with a roar, and the power of qi and blood in his body surged out like a fountain. In an instant, a wave of air formed to lift all the gray wolves around him, and then grabbed the bronze spear and swung them towards the gray wolf king.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the gray wolf king's huge head was directly beaten by Drogo, and even several teeth flew out.

Roar!

The gray wolf king suddenly turned his head, his two teeth in his jaw broke, and an angry luster appeared in his wolf's eyes, and he let out a high roar.

"The Grey Wolf King is going crazy!"

Behind the rocks in the distance, Scar's eyes flashed, lowering his body, and the injured beast was the most dangerous. At this time, the gray wolf king had been completely angry, and his pupils were filled with bloodthirsty luster.

"Warriors, kill all these beasts!"

On the other side, Drogo climbed up from the ground, his arm bent slightly, as if it was bitten by a wolf, but his chest was red, blood-colored stripes appeared with a flashing luster, and the powerful power of blood and energy surged wildly.

"Blessed by the God of Blood-killing!"

"Guardian tribe!"

"Long live Tatar!"

The warriors of the War Ghost Clan roared and fought with the wolf pack more bravely. In a moment, they killed the gray wolf one by one, gaining the upper hand again. The fierce battle seemed to be about to end.

At the same time, Drogo rushed towards the Gray Wolf King.

The battle between the leader of the Tatar tribe and the head wolf of the Blar wolf pack can determine everything, so it also attracted the attention of the Mandy tribes behind the rock.

"bring it on!"

Drogo's eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and his other intact arm held the bronze spear tightly, and his feet charged like a drum, running towards the wolf king not far away.

The Gray Wolf King was not willing to be outdone and waved his claws to fight back.

Sigh!

The bronze spear rubbed against the sharp claws, making another harsh sound. The Red Warrior who burst out with all his might confronted the Gray Wolf King. The first-level life form was in conflict, and it seemed that both sides could not do anything to each other in a short period of time.

"What a...a boring battle."

In the corner, just as the skull of a gray wolf was broken, Enzo shook his head slightly, and looked at the battle between the gray wolf king and Drogo, and a trace of excitement appeared on his face. Although both had reached the level of a first-level living body, the fighting methods and skills seemed too primitive.

But this is also normal, after all, this is just an indigenous world.

Even if the world of War Ghosts has gods, the power that ordinary people can control is destined not to be too powerful. The battle between Drogo and the Gray Wolf King is almost no skill, and the two sides are more competing with the strength of their bodies.

"Forget it, it's better to end as soon as possible."

Enzo felt a little bored. Looking at Drogo's battle with the Gray Wolf King, a silver luster appeared in his eyes, and the invisible mental power spread, turning into a pointed cone that could not be seen through by the naked eye, directly piercing into the Gray Wolf King's mind.

Ao Woo!!!

In an instant, the gray wolf king let out a shrill scream. Drogo saw the opportunity and his eyes lit up. He quickly charged under his feet. The bronze spear in his hand pierced out fiercely, instantly piercing through the gray wolf king's head.

"Beautiful job, Drogo!" a war ghost clan roared.

Even the gray wolf king would die after being penetrated by a bronze spear. The huge body fell to the ground. As Drogo pulled out the spear, a large stream of blood flowed out along the round hole-shaped wound, dyeing the land below red.

A smile appeared on Drogo's face, but then he was a little confused.

The Gray Wolf King's combat power is amazing, but he suddenly revealed a flaw just now, which seemed a bit abnormal, but Drogo didn't think much about it because the battle was not over yet.

"Warriors, kill!" Drogo yelled.

Then, he began to continue fighting. With the help of the Red Warriors, the War Ghost Clan of the Tatar Tribe quickly slaughtered the wolves, with only a few gray wolves running away with their tails, and could no longer pose any threat.

"The God of Blood Killing!"

"Tatal Tribe!"

The War Ghosts defeated the wolf pack and let out excited roars. Drogo also stepped on the corpse of the Gray Wolf King and kept waving the bronze spear.

Enzo, however, seemed very low-key and used the shadow crow to stare below.

In the distance, behind the rocks.

"Damn it, it's useless!" Scarface cursed.

"It's worthy of being Drogo, still so powerful!" The one-eyed leader sighed, an inexplicable expression appeared on his face, and said in a deep voice: "You can actually kill the Gray Wolf King alone. It seems that our plan has failed this time."

"Hmph! It doesn't matter if Drogo wasn't killed."

At this time, Scarface spoke again and said, ": Anyway, this wolf pack attack has caused enough damage to the Tatar tribe, and even Drogo has been injured. Our goal has been achieved."

"There are not many days before the harvest hunting. Drogo's injuries will definitely not be fully recovered. As long as we find the right time, we can still cause a fatal blow to the Tatar Tribe!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "As for now, let's go back to the tribe as soon as possible!"

The one-eyed leader nodded slightly, then quietly stood up, with Scarface and other Oil Colored Indigenous people, he left the scope of the Tatar tribe.

"Mandy tribe, harvest hunting!" Enzo's eyes flashed.

The shadow crow still stared at the bottom, and after the Mandy tribe left, he followed quietly. Since he already knew the existence of the Mandy tribe, Enzo naturally had to always grasp their dynamics.

......

Two hours later.

The Bral gray wolf pack has been dealt with. Under the leadership of the leader Drogo, the blood warriors dragged all the gray wolf corpses back to the tribe, and began to count the casualties and military achievements.

"Today's wolf pack attack, we lost three warriors!"

In the middle of the Tatar tribe, in an open space, all the corpses of gray wolf were piled up into a hill, and the corpses of three male warriors were also placed aside.

"The blood warriors who died in battle will return to the embrace of the God of Blood-killing!"

Drogo said loudly, then raised the torch in his hand and ignited the bodies of the three ghost war tribes, as if they were performing some kind of sacred ritual. All the ghost war tribes around him were silently staring ahead.

Crackling!

As the three corpses were ignited and a burning sound was made, Drogo held a tribal funeral for the three blood warriors who died in battle. In the tradition of the ghost warriors, all the males who died in battle will return to the embrace of the blood-killing god.

And as for their wives, they will be buried with them later!

After everything was over, Drogo turned around.

"Karu, how do you perform in today's battle?"

Next to him, Karu, who had been staying on the tower as a sentry, glanced at the war ghost tribes, and a serious expression appeared on his face.

"Everyone performed well in the fight against the wolf pack!"

Karu nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "I have recorded the gray wolf that everyone killed and the contributions in the battle. The leader of Drogo will be assigned to you later."

"However, there are two people who want to mention it specially!"

Karu said, frowned, and suddenly strode forward, passing through the many war ghost tribes, dragging Batu, who was sleeping on the ground, roughly, and shook two big mouths without hesitation.

"Uh...what happened? What happened!"

Batur woke up from his deep sleep and looked around blankly, and found that the surrounding ghost tribes were staring at him, and he suddenly felt shocked.

"What's wrong with me?" Batuer looked confused.

He only remembered that the Bral gray wolf pack attacked the tribe and that he was resisting the tribe warriors, but suddenly felt the darkness in front of him, and then he lost consciousness and fell into a drowsiness.

When I woke up again, it was over.

"Batur, a coward, actually used to pretend to sleep to escape in the battle against the wolf pack. It was simply a shame for the Tatar tribe!" Karu roared loudly and threw Batu to the ground.

Drogo frowned slightly, his face also a little gloomy.

While resisting the wolf pack just now, he also noticed that Batuer had been lying on the ground, looking like he was asleep.

"Pretending to sleep and escaping from the battle?" Batuer was stunned and exclaimed, "I don't have it!"
To be continued...