Step by step!

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from afar. Drogo and others in the camp immediately turned around and looked over.

"Enzo?"

Drogo was a little surprised and said in surprise, "You are back? Haven't you encountered those group of pointed wolf-toothed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-headed wolf-

"The Wolf King has escaped." Enzo whispered.

"What?" Drogo was shocked.

Not long ago, the wolves attacked the hunting team camp, and Drogo and others devoted all their energy to resist the sharp-toothed wolf, while Enzo set off to go deep into the plain to deal with the sharp-toothed wolf king.

Because as long as the wolf king is killed, the wolf pack will naturally be defeated without attacking.

However, Drogo actually did not have much confidence in this plan, because although the Spiegel Wolf is not known for his strength, as the wolf king, he can at least reach a level comparable to the first-blooded Red-banded Warrior. Enzo is just a newly promoted blood warrior and he will never be able to kill the wolf king no matter what.

"You defeated the Wolf King?" Drogo asked quickly.

"That's right." Enzo pondered for a moment and said, ": The sharp-toothed wolf leader is not strong enough, far from reaching the level of the wolf king. I took the opportunity to attack and caused damage to it."

"Then the head wolf fled in panic!"

Drogo was stunned and said in surprise, "It's that simple? Is it really because the wolf leader escaped and the wolves scattered? But what happened to those Bral's gray wolf?"

"Bral Gray Wolf?" Enzo pretended to be puzzled.

Drogo waved and took Enzo to the center of the camp. More than a dozen blood warriors were piled up the corpses of the Bral gray wolf on the plains and preparing to light a torch below.

"At the time before, these Bral gray wolf and the sharp-toothed wolf attacked our camp together." Drogo pointed ahead and said in a deep voice, "But just now, all the Bral gray wolf suddenly died, and their bodies quickly rotted, and they all turned into this shape!"

Crackling!

The flames burned the body of the Brald Wolf, making a burning sound, and the rotten stench drifted out, causing the bloody warriors around to frown.

......

Three days later.

The sky in the distance was slightly white. On the vast plain, the Tatar tribe hunting team was moving forward. Drogo was walking in the front with a bronze spear, and behind him were several blood warriors working together to drag a giant beast with ropes.

"I'm finally back!"

The hunting team came to a high slope. Drogo looked at the tribe in the distance, a smile appeared on his face, and finally he felt a little relieved in his heart.

It has been less than ten days since the harvest season ends.

The harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe finally ended. Everything went very smoothly in the three days after being attacked by the sharp-toothed wolf pack in the camp. Drogo took the blood warriors across the plains and returned to the tribe calmly.

"It's Brother Drogo and the others are back!"

"How did this year's harvest hunting take so long?"

"But it seems that their harvest is pretty good!"

"Huh? What is that? Oh my God! Is it a fire-toothed mammoth?"

The Tatar tribe located on the plain, on the towers on both sides of the entrance, sentries opened the door and welcomed the hunting team in. Left-behind members of the tribe appeared one after another, including women such as Wendy.

The hunting team was like a returning hero, accepting the welcome from the tribe.

"Ha! Fire-toothed Mammoth!"

On the tower, a figure limped down. Looking at the fire-toothed mammoth dragged into the tribe by the blood warriors, Karu grinned and said, "This is such a big guy! It seems that the tributes to the Gaosuo tribe this year do not need to worry about it anymore."

Drogo opened his arms and smiled and hugged Karu.

"How is the tribe during this period?" Drogo then asked.

"Everything went smoothly." Karu nodded and said, ": In the more than half a month since the hunting team left, the tribe has not encountered any invaders, except for a black bear and wild beast approaching, and I shot it to death with my bow and arrow!"

"By the way, there is one more thing, Minibatull has become a Blood Warrior!"

During the harvest hunting period, the major tribes on the plains, no matter how hatred they hated, they could not attack and provoke war. Therefore, the Tatar tribe was calm. Except for a black bear and wild beast who accidentally broke into the tribe, only Batur was promoted to the Blood Warrior.

"Has Minibatull finally become a Blood Warrior?" Drogo said.

Originally, Batu was the young man with the most hope of becoming a blood warrior in the Tatar tribe, so he was highly expected by Drogo. Until the last time the tribe was attacked by a wolf pack, Batu was pretending to sleep to escape the battle, and was despised by the entire tribe.

However, during the hunting team leaving the tribe and hunting, Batuer worked hard and finally became a blood warrior!

In the distance, Enzo raised his eyebrows and looked a little surprised.

Batur was planted with a nightmare mark and had to endure nightmare harassment at all times. He could become a blood warrior. This is not easy, but it is not too strange.

After all, Batuer was once the most promising young man in the tribe. It was natural for him to become a blood warrior because the wolves were punished and then worked hard to become a blood warrior.

"By the way, Drogo!"

At this time, Karu asked again, ": Why did you use this year's harvest hunting for so long? Is there anything going on?"

Hearing Karu's inquiry, Drogo's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Oh! It's hard to describe..." He shook his head, and then told Karu what happened during the harvest hunting.

Bang!

"Damn Mandy!"

After learning about everything that happened during the harvest hunting period, Karu's face was extremely angry, and the crutch in his hand suddenly hit the ground, and he growled, ": They actually dare to challenge us. It seems that the lessons learned twenty years ago have been forgotten by those Mandy people."

"I suggest that when this year's Black Fog Season ends and the recovery season begins, the Tatar tribe declares war on the Mandi tribe, so that those hateful Mandi people can pay the price of death and blood!"

"The matter with the Mandy Tribe can only wait for the Black Fog Season to end."

Drogo nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, ": What's important now is to prepare for the Black Mist Season. When the power of the God of Mist and Disaster sweeps across the earth again, we must rely on the protection of the God of Blood-killing to survive safely."

"I understand." Karu also agreed.

Black Mist Season is a disaster that must be paid attention to for all the war ghost tribes. Even if the hatred between the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe rekindled, both sides would not choose to start a war in Black Mist Season.

"Prepare for a while and start this year's harvest celebration!" Drogo then spoke again.

"Harvest Celebration? Now?" Karu was stunned.

According to the tradition of the War Ghost Tribe, every year the harvest season ends and before the Black Fog Season arrives, a harvest celebration will be held, and sacrifices will be made to the blood-killing gods through celebrations to please the gods to obtain more protection.

This year's Tatar tribe is naturally no exception.

Recalling the strange events that happened three days ago that night, Drogo became more and more determined that this year's harvest celebration must be held solemnly that the God of Blood Killing felt the respect of the Tatar Tribe.

"Well, it's time to hold a harvest celebration."

Karu sighed slightly. According to the traditions of previous years, after the harvest hunting is over, the hunting team will take a few days before the tribe will hold a harvest celebration. However, this year's harvest hunting took too much time. At this time, it is less than ten days before the arrival of the Black Fog Season. The Tatar tribe must also hold a harvest celebration as soon as possible.

Then, Karu waved to the hunting team.

The blood warriors carrying the prey all followed his footsteps and stored the prey they obtained from the harvest and hunting in the tribe's warehouse. Only the largest fire-toothed mammoth was placed in a single area.

The fire-toothed mammoth is a tribute to the Gaosuo tribe, so everyone should pay attention.

"Okay, everyone has put in a lot of effort in this year's harvest hunting. Let's go back and rest now." Drogo turned around and said to the blood warriors, ": The Black Fog Season is coming soon. In the next ten days, everyone will be fully energetic and wait to have a party at the harvest celebration!"

As Drogo finished speaking, the blood warriors cheered.

For the War Ghost Tribe, the Harvest Celebration not only means sacrifice to the God of Blood-killing, but also the only carnival of the year. The males will release the pressure during this period, and even women can enjoy some fun.

"Is the harvest celebration?" Enzo's eyes flashed in place.

After traveling through the World of War Ghosts for three months, Enzo had already had a certain understanding of this world and knew very well that the so-called harvest celebration was the method of the War Ghost Tribe to sacrifice the blood-killing god, and it was also similar to a carnival.

Then, the blood warriors of the hunting team disbanded on the spot.

"The harvest celebration of the War Ghost Clan is the most important festival of the year. During this period, all tribes will sacrifice to the God of Blood-killing, and the God of Blood-killing, who is the guardian, will also lower the divine power to give it to the War Ghost Clan."

In place, Enzo stroked his chin.

"The extraordinary power of the war ghost clan is all derived from the God of Blood Killing. Therefore, divine power is undoubtedly the best way to strengthen the power of qi and blood for the blood warriors. It is rumored that some large tribes even received divine power gifts that make the blood warriors directly become red warriors!"

"The God of Blood-killing..." Enzo murmured to himself.

Then he turned back to his own stone house, and then thought to himself and put his vision around the Tatar tribe, the scattered shadow crows, using their vision to overlook the earth.

The wind is calm on the endless plain.

But under this calmness, it seemed like a storm was coming, the harvest season was about to end, and the power of the God of Disaster was about to sweep across the earth. Even the wild beasts on the plain were frightened and did not know where to hide.

Black fog season, the most dangerous moment of the year!

"The God of Disaster and the God of Blood Killing are both native gods born in this world, just like the Aiqira tree and the beast of the Forest Spirit World, symbolizing both positive and negative sides." Enzo's face looked thoughtful and murmured, ": After a confrontation between the two in ancient times, they could not do anything to each other, they transferred the battlefield to control the world."

"At present, the blood-killing god is the prevailing."

"However, the God of Disaster still has the ability to regain power to control the earth in the Black Mist Season. At the same time, he seems to have a more strange ability to put his own power into the wizard world and deceive human believers and spread faith."

Even though more than fifty years have passed, Enzo still has not forgotten it.

In the wizard world, it was precisely because of the plague in the human kingdom that Enzo discovered the God of Disaster and the coordinates of the unfamiliar plane of the World of War Ghosts. Although Enzo had broken the mirror and interrupted the connection between the God of Disaster and the World of Wizards, it was impossible to guarantee whether the other party had any other means.

"In the battle of the ancient times, the God of Disaster was defeated by the God of Blood-killing!"

"Therefore, the God of Blood-killing became the master of the world and supported the War Ghost Clan as the ruler, but the God of Disaster did not completely fail, but instead lies dormant and continues to have strength."

"I just don't know how the God of Disaster has recovered after so long..." Enzo thought in his heart.
To be continued...