Hurry!
The sky was dark, and the heavy raindrops of beans fell, splashing water on the ground. On the day when the harvest season was about to end, the Solu Plain ushered in a pouring rain.
In the distance, a group of figures were moving forward in the rain. The burly and powerful blood warriors still seemed very relaxed to carry prey larger than their size.
In a blink of an eye, ten days passed.
The battle with the Mandy tribe near the barbaric forest hunting ground was terminated by the fire-toothed mammoth group. Both sides lost several tribe members, and the originally hatred deepened again.
"Hmph! Damn Mandy!"
Walking on the muddy plain, a blood warrior from the Tatar tribe said indignantly, ": He actually used such despicable means. It seems that they have forgotten the lessons they learned twenty years ago. When the Black Fog Season is over today, they must pay the price!"
Next to him, Drogo didn't say a word.
His face was a little gloomy, but it was not because of the attack from the Mandy tribe. His eyes looked at Enzo from time to time, and he felt a little worried.
Evil!
The taboo words in the world of war ghosts, evil people who can bring disaster to the tribe are often only born from inferior species.
During the ten days, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe fought in the barbaric forest hunting ground. The Tatar tribe was originally at a disadvantage, but under the influence of a special force, it turned around the situation.
Coupled with Olenze's words, Drogo couldn't help but be worried about whether there was a evil person in the Tatar tribe.
"If Enzo is really an evil person, what should I do?" Drogo's heart twisted. According to the rules of Solu Plain, if there is really a bad awakening ability and becomes an evil person, then the tribe must find a way to execute it as soon as possible.
Because only in this way can evil spirits prevent them from becoming the minions of the god of disasters!
However, this was a difficult choice for Drogo. If Enzo was really an evil person, then the power to turn the situation around in the war in the barbaric forest hunting grounds must also come from him.
In order to save everyone, Enzo, who did not hesitate to expose his supernatural powers, would the Tatar tribe turn his head and execute him?
Drogo gritted his teeth.
"Forget it, let's wait." Drogo shook his head slightly, comforted himself in his heart, and said, ": The Solu Plain has not had an evil person for hundreds of years, and everything may be just an accident."
"What's more, even if Enzo has become an evil person, he has not shown any signs of moving closer to the God of Disaster, which may not cause disaster to the tribe."
Drogo kept thinking in his heart and made up his mind to say, ": The harvest hunting has ended. I will lead the tribe back to the tribe first and let Enzo undergo the test of the God of Blood-killing God in front of the God-given stone tablet, and you will know if he is evil!"
Thinking of this, Drogo is full of confidence.
In the world of war ghosts, the God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster are like both positive and negative sides, and are naturally hostile. Therefore, the God-given Stone Monument also has the ability to examine evil. If Enzo really falls, it will be impossible to disguise it at all.
"Evil?"
Next to him, Enzo's eyes flashed, and he was thinking about the information about evil in his heart, and he thought to himself, ": The existence of awakening magic ability in this world is called evil. Judging from Drogo's reaction, he seems to be full of fear of this kind of existence!"
"But it doesn't matter!"
"Anyway, my strength has been restored to cultivation. The strength of the second-level wizard is enough to sweep the entire Solu Plain. Even if the Tatar tribe cannot continue to accommodate me for some reason, it is not a big deal."
Then, Enzo shook his head and followed the Tatar Tribe Hunting Team and continued to head forward.
...
In the evening, the heavy rain stopped slightly.
The hunting team of the Tatar tribe stopped on a flat wasteland. Drogo commanded the blood warriors to set up tents and planned to have a short rest here.
"In another three days, this year's harvest hunting will end." Drogo murmured to himself with his eyes looking at the direction of the Tatar tribe.
The harvest and hunting of previous years only lasted about ten days.
But this time, the Tatar tribe wandered on the wasteland for nearly twenty days, mainly because they were attracted by the false information of the Pramo tribe before, and wasted a lot of time in order to capture the so-called Silverhorn Cunning.
After they found out that everything was a trap, Drogo immediately ordered everyone to leave the barbaric forest, return to the hunting ground in the middle of the plain, and seize the time to hunt, so that they could capture enough prey for the tribe to survive the Black Fog Season.
The harvest season is approaching the end, and this heavy rain seems to herald the arrival of the Black Fog Season. Drogo and others must return to the tribe with all their prey before the black fog swept across the plains.
Soon, a simple camp appeared on the wasteland, and the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe took turns to guard the surroundings.
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from a distance.
"It's the Bral wolf pack again?"
Enzo frowned slightly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes. Using the view of the shadow crows in the sky, he found that a group of running wolves appeared on the distant plain.
Compared with the Bral gray wolf, the wolf pack that appeared this time was smaller, with two teeth on the lower jaws and brown hair on the body. Only the leading wolf king was pitch black all over, and a bloodthirsty luster flashed in his vertical pupils.
"Is this... a tiny wolf?"
Enzo raised his eyebrows and found that the pack of wolves running on the plains was not the Bral gray wolf, but another sharp-toothed wolf known for its cunning and cruelty.
"Everyone, get ready to fight!"
After hearing the howl of the wolf, Drogo immediately grabbed the bronze spear and ordered to everyone in the camp.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the camp.
The blood warriors all entered a state of alert, but were not emotionally afraid, but seemed extremely excited. The war ghost tribe was never afraid of fighting, not to mention that during the harvest hunting period, encountering wolves means harvesting more prey, which they cannot afford.
"Maybe we can end this year's harvest hunting early!" A blood warrior smiled on his face next to him.
The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were ready under Drogo's leadership, but after the wolf howl just now, the wolf pack was no longer visible.
"Going around to the back?"
In place, Enzo's eyes flashed, and an unexpected expression appeared on his face, thinking, ": It looks cunning than the Brald Wolf, and he even knows how to use the tactic of sound attacks in the east and west!"
The sharp-toothed wolf is worthy of being a wild beast known for its cunning. After they howled wolf in front of them, they did not attack from there, but quietly walked around the back of the camp.
The hunting team of the Tatar tribe was focused on the front, and no one expected that the sharp-toothed wolf pack would attack from behind.
Fortunately, Enzo arranged a shadow crow in the air, monitoring everything below at all times.
"There seems to be movement behind the leader of Drogo."
Enzo walked to Drogo and reminded him as if nothing had happened.
Drogo turned around and frowned immediately.
He also felt the smell of the wolf pack coming close behind the camp, so he quickly shouted and called everyone to watch.
Ao Wow!
The next moment, in the darkness, a sharp-toothed wolf pounced out without making any sound, but seemed extremely fierce.
"Be careful behind!" Drogo said loudly.
Immediately afterwards, he threw the bronze spear out and instantly penetrated the abdomen of the stinged wolf, nailing it directly to the ground. Compared with the Brald gray wolf, the stinged wolf's combat power was obviously weaker.
But their characteristics are cunning.
After the sharp-toothed wolf pack failed to attack from behind, the wolf pack immediately began to disperse and surrounded from all directions. The sound of wolf howlings kept ringing, and under the dark night, it was indistinguishable.
"It seems that these sharp-toothed wolf should have already set their sights on us."
Drogo's face showed a trace of solemnity, and the sharp-toothed wolf pack chose to attack at night, in order to take advantage of their own advantages, and in the darkness, their visual abilities can be maximized.
"Is that the head wolf?"
In place, Enzo's face was expressionless, and his eyes were slightly shining. Using the view of the shadow crow in the sky, he saw a sharp-toothed wolf standing like a human on the plain in the distance, silently staring at the direction of the hunting team's camp.
Unlike the Blair Gray Wolf, the pointed-toothed Wolf is known for her cunning.
Therefore, among this group of wild beasts, the head wolf is often more wise and good at achieving its goals by commanding the group.
Just like this at this time.
The Spiegel Wolf King kept making wolf howls on the distant plain, directing the Spiegel Wolf pack to disperse from four directions, but he did not rush to attack in large quantities, but just sent a few Spiegel Wolfs to conduct tentative attacks.
"It's looking for an opportunity?" Enzo raised his brow and a strange expression appeared on his face.
The sharp-toothed wolf, which is obviously a wild beast, seems to know better strategies than the war ghost clan. Not only does it use the dark environment as an opportunity for attack, but it also knows the strength gap between the wolves and the hunting team of the Tatar tribe, so it plans to delay time first and consume the strength of the hunting team.
Ao Wow!
At this time, another wolf howl came. From the north of the camp, dozens of sharp-toothed wolf suddenly launched an attack and rushed into the camp frantically. A blood warrior was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground.
"Moses!" Around him, his companions exclaimed.
The blood warrior Moses, who was thrown to the ground, quickly activated the blood and energy in his body, and roared to stand up, but several pointed wolf bit his limbs and did not give any chance.
Drogo frowned slightly and turned around.
Just as he was about to throw out the bronze spear to help Moses get out of trouble, several pointed wolf suddenly bit Moses' legs and quickly dragged him into the darkness. The spear thrown by Drogo was nailed to the ground.
In the darkness, Moses's roar came.
The sharp-toothed wolf pack dragged Moses into the darkness, but did not rush to kill him, but left scars on him with sharp claws, as if a cat was catching a mouse, with a playful feeling.
"Damn the wild beast!"
Around him, several blood warriors were furious and rushed out without hesitation. Drogo was about to stop them, but the west area of ​​the camp was also attacked by a sharp-toned wolf, and another blood warrior was also knocked to the ground.
"Plan to distract the hunting team?"
Enzo stroked his chin and used the view of the shadow crow in the sky to pay attention to the dynamics around him. The sharp-toothed wolf pack attacked from different directions in order to disperse the hunting team's energy.
At the same time, after they dragged the blood warrior Moses out of the camp, they did not use the method of biting the throat of the wolf pack and killing it with one blow, but instead made Moses suffer through torture.
And the meaning of doing this is to let the hunting team rescue it.
The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe are all protected by camps, and the wolf pack attack will inevitably suffer great damage, so attracting them outside becomes the most appropriate strategy.
After all, wolves have night vision ability and can be seen clearly in the darkness.
"Light the torch!"
Seeing that two blood warriors had been suddenly attacked by wolves and dragged out of the camp, Drogo, as the leader of the tribe, naturally could not let him go, so he could only order to light the torch and command several blood warriors to rescue him.
Several blood warriors immediately lit the torches.
However, the plain that had just rained, the air was very humid, and the torch was lit and it quickly went out. The vertical pupils of the wolf on the plain in the distance flashed, as if a hint of cunning was revealed.
"Is it also its plan to attack on the rainy night?"
Enzo felt a little incredible. In his opinion, no matter how cunning the sharp-toothed wolf is, it belongs to the category of wild beasts. How could it be that it has such terrible wisdom, not only knows how to use the environment, but also seizes the accurate opportunity.
Ao!
The sound of wolf howling around him kept ringing, and several blood warriors rushed out of the camp. When they were about to rescue Moses, they found that the sharp-toothed wolf was retreating quickly and dragged the blood warriors to the distance, as if they wanted to disperse the power of the camp.
For a time, some of the blood warriors of the hunting team were attracted by the wolves to the outside of the camp and kept staying away from everyone.
At the same time, a wolf howl came from a distance.
In the depths of the plain, hundreds of Bral gray wolves suddenly appeared, and there was no wolf in the head, but they acted in groups and instantly surrounded several blood warriors who rushed out of the camp.
"How is this... possible?"
Drogo took a breath of air and an incredible expression appeared on his face. The Brald Wolf and the Spiegel Wolf actually reached a cooperative relationship. The two wolves worked together to siege the hunting team of the Tatar Tribe.
This is a scene that Drogo had never seen before, but it actually happened!
"Is that pointed-toothed wolf king who controlled the Bral wolf pack?"
Enzo's face was still calm, but a trace of thought flashed in his eyes. There was no wolf king in the Bral gray wolf pack, but he cooperated with the sharp-toothed wolf pack, which was obviously under the control of the sharp-toothed wolf king.
Moreover, Enzo felt an unusual aura from the group of Bral gray wolves that suddenly appeared.
Their movements are very stiff, especially when running.
After the Bral gray wolf pack appeared, they soon launched an attack on the camp. They were different from the cunning wolf of the sharp-toothed wolf and seemed very fierce. They entered the camp after a few thrusts and bit the blood warriors around them crazily.
A Bral gray wolf rushed towards Enzo!
Chapter completed!