Drogo walked out of the stone house. The red stripes on his chest were flowing like blood, and the muscles in his whole body were as tight as rocks.
"Uncle Drogo, what happened!"
On the other side, in a small wooden house, Batur hurriedly ran out, holding an animal skin in one hand to cover his lower body, and asked in a panic.
In the cabin, two topless women ran out and ran toward the tribe. They were Batur's eighth and ninth wives respectively.
Drogo frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.
In the past half month, Batur's training progress has been getting slower and slower, and he has been unable to become a blood warrior. His food intake has even decreased. However, he has not strengthened his training because of this. Instead, he has become addicted to happiness.
"Is the Gaussian tribe launching a crusade against us?" Batur seemed not to notice Drogo's dissatisfaction and asked nervously.
"It's not the Gaussian tribe." Drogo shook his head and said solemnly, "A group of Brar gray wolves appeared on the plain and were approaching the tribe, so I asked the tower to sound the alarm."
"Isn't it the Gaussian tribe?"
Batur took a deep breath and seemed to be freed from fear. His chest rose and fell slightly, and he asked doubtfully, "If it's just a pack of wolves, do we need to sound the alarm?"
Compared with the Gaussian tribe, the wolves are not a threat at all. It seems that the Tatar tribe does not need to go to war or even mobilize all the male war ghosts.
"You do not understand!"
Drogo looked serious and said, "The number of wolves this time exceeds one hundred, and there seems to be a wolf. We must pay attention!"
"If I had known, the Tatar tribe has been in a weak state since it was conquered by the Gaussians three years ago. It is about to be a good harvest for hunting. We must not be careless!"
"I understand, Uncle Drogo!"
Batur nodded, then picked up a metal weapon similar to a mace and ran towards the entrance of the tribe.
At this time, Drogo noticed Enzo beside him.
"Bad breed?" He frowned slightly and scolded, "Why are you still here? Go and hide with the women of the tribe, don't drag other people down."
"I am also a warrior of the Tatar tribe. I should not run away from the battle." Enzo shook his head and said softly, "I have enjoyed the tribe's resources for males for so long, and now it's time to make some contributions!"
After that, Enzo directly followed the footsteps of other male war ghosts.
Drogo was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled.
Although this inferior creature has little potential, he seems to be very brave. At least he has the courage to fight, which is enough to win respect.
Entrance to the Tatar tribe.
Two wooden towers stood on both sides. The two male war ghosts above looked into the distance. On the vast plain, a group of big bad wolves like wild horses were running towards the Tatar tribe.
"Karoo, how is the situation?" Arriving next to the tower, Drogo asked the sentry above.
"It's the Brar gray wolves, there are a lot of them!" On the tower, Karu replied solemnly.
"Open the door immediately!" Drogo ordered decisively.
Then, several blood warriors stepped forward quickly and worked together to push open the heavy wooden door, and all the male war ghosts of the Tatar tribe rushed out.
The Brar gray wolf is a terrifying beast.
They swarm in groups on the plains and are as big as horses. Not only do they have sharp fangs and claws, but they also have amazing jumping ability. The Tatar tribe's fence is only five meters high and cannot stop their attack at all.
Therefore, Drogo ordered the gate to be opened.
The blood warriors of the Zhangui clan in the tribe rushed outside, planning to deal with the wolf attack in an open space in front of the tribe. Only by blocking the group of Brar gray wolves outside could the tribe be prevented from being harmed.
"Something is wrong!"
Looking at the wolves running in the distance, Drogo's face showed a trace of solemnity. Although the Brar gray wolves were cruel by nature and had attacked tribes in groups, this only happened when there was an extreme shortage of food.
Now it is the harvest season, and there is plenty of prey on the plains.
There is absolutely no need for the Brar gray wolves to take great risks to attack the Tatar tribe. These cunning beasts will not be unaware of the power of the War Ghost Tribe and the power of the Blood Warriors.
While Drogo was thinking, the wolves were approaching the tribe.
Ouch!
With a high-pitched wolf howl, behind the Brar gray wolves, a terrifying monster that was five meters tall appeared in Drogo's eyes. His face suddenly changed slightly, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Brar Gray Wolf King!
The five-meter-tall gray wolf king stands out among the wolves. His eyes are full of bloodthirsty luster, and his gray hair is like thorns, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Did you choose to attack the tribe because of the Wolf King's order?"
Drogo frowned slightly, and a trace of thought appeared on his face. Only the wolf king can command the wolves and direct them to carry out large-scale hunting.
Not long after, the wolves were less than a hundred meters away from the tribe.
"In the name of the blood-killing god, protect the tribe!"
Drogo pulled a bronze spear from behind and shouted loudly, ": Blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, fight! Kill all these beasts!"
After saying that, Drogo rushed forward first.
On his naked chest, three bloody stripes were seen floating, as if blood-red mist was wrapping around him. The power of the red-striped warrior exploded, giving Drogo power far beyond that of humans.
call out!
The heavy bronze spear suddenly thrust out and penetrated a gray wolf in an instant. Drogo's muscular arms suddenly fell up, smashing the gray wolf corpse forward and knocking several Brar gray wolves away.
"Protect the tribe!"
In the open space, the war ghosts roared and charged one after another. The adult male war ghosts were almost all blood warriors. After they entered the fighting state, their bodies exuded bloody energy, which was somewhat similar to fighting spirit.
"The power of blood?" From behind, Enzo was thoughtful.
The war ghosts can become blood warriors through training, and the extraordinary power stored in their bodies is the power of qi and blood, which is somewhat similar to fighting qi in nature, but different.
At this time, the wolves and the Tatar tribe had already started a war.
The Brar gray wolves are huge, each one is three meters tall, their claws and fangs are extremely sharp, and their fighting style is extremely fierce. On the other side, the same goes for the war ghosts who are transformed into blood warriors.
The fierce fighting begins!
"The energy of the Blood Warrior is somewhat similar to an explosion. He can gain extraordinary power in a short period of time, but it extremely consumes the power of energy and blood, causing serious damage to the body. Every battle will cause hidden injuries." The fighting has already begun, but Enzo is not.
He did not rush to join the battle, but observed silently.
The path of the blood warrior is so similar to that of the knight!
Both of them store energy in the body through physical exercise and explode it during battle, but the result is that their vitality is constantly overdrawn.
"No wonder there are no old war ghosts in the Tatar tribe."
Enzo couldn't help but shook his head. After living in the Tatar tribe for a month, he had never seen an old Zhangui clan. After today's discovery, he seemed to have understood something in his heart.
The war ghosts who became blood warriors spent their whole lives in battle.
They use the power of Qi and blood without restraint, and the final outcome is death. Just like the lions on the grassland, the meaning of life lies entirely in fighting.
As for the female warrior ghosts, they also do not live to old age.
Because in the Zhangui tribe, women are just similar resources. They cannot decide their own destiny. When they reach adulthood, they will be assigned to males as wives by the leader according to the situation.
And although she sounds like a wife, she is actually like a slave.
Whenever a male war ghost dies, all his wives will become burial objects. This is the tradition of the war ghost tribe. Therefore, no matter male or female, there is no old age for the war ghost tribe.
"Hey! Bad breed!"
Just as Enzo was thinking, an annoying voice suddenly sounded. Batur was carrying a bronze mace, with a disdainful expression on his face, and sneered, "Are you scared?"
"If you are afraid of fighting, go back! A bad breed like you only deserves to be castrated and serve the tribe as a woman!"
Enzo's face was expressionless and he gave him a cold look.
Batur's heart trembled, and he felt a sense of fear inexplicably. There was a hallucination in front of his eyes. It was clear that the Enzo he was facing was just a bad guy less than two meters tall, but the pressure it brought to him seemed to be no less than
Great beast.
In a daze, Batur fell into a hallucination.
His consciousness returned to the day when the Gaussians attacked the Tatar tribe three years ago. On that terrible night, fire spread throughout the tribe, and the Gaussians rushed into the Tatar tribe and killed everyone wantonly.
The young Batur was hiding in the corner and shivering.
"Is this the fear in your heart?"
On the same spot, Enzo stroked his chin and muttered to himself, ": The Gaussian Tribe, the most powerful tribe on the plains, since they can attack the Tatar Tribe, it means that they have at least one Furious Warrior at the level of a second-order life form!"
Bang!
At this time, there was a sound, and Batur, who fell into a fearful hallucination, fainted straight away, his face turned pale, but his burly body couldn't help but tremble.
In the chaotic battlefield of fighting, no one noticed this place.
Enzo shook his head, no longer caring about Batur's life and death, turned around and rushed into the battlefield, hugged a gray wolf with his bare hands, and easily suppressed it under him.
Bang bang bang!
After three consecutive punches, the gray wolf's skull was completely shattered. However, Enzo did not get up in a hurry, but pretended to continue attacking. He did not intend to show too much strength in this battle.
Ouch!
With another high-pitched wolf howl, the huge Gray Wolf King also rushed into the battlefield. He swung his huge claws and knocked a blood warrior away. Then he opened his fangs and mouth and bit a blood warrior immediately.
.
Whoosh!
At this time, a bronze spear flew towards him.
The Gray Wolf King threw away the blood warrior in his mouth, then raised his sharp claws to block the attack of the bronze spear. A trace of wisdom appeared in his vertical pupils, and he stared at Drogo who was walking towards him.
First-order life form, red-striped warrior!
As the leader of the Tatar tribe, Drogo was the only one who had the strength to fight against the Gray Wolf King, so he deservedly stood up, picked up the bronze spear on the ground, and charged forward with a roar.
The life level of Brar Gray Wolf King can also reach the first level.
Regardless of whether it is the Wolf King or Drogo, although their life levels are both first-level, their backward fighting methods make it impossible for them to compare with wizards of the same level. If a Conqueror first-level wizard takes action, they can even kill them in an instant.
Kill them all.
Stab!
Drogo brandished his bronze spear and rubbed against the Gray Wolf King's sharp claws, causing a harsh sound. The red energy spread around the red-striped warrior. The majestic power of blood suppressed the wildness of the Gray Wolf King and temporarily occupied the upper peak.
And far away in the plain, there is an open space.
The huge rocks formed a shadow, and several figures covered in animal skin robes were quietly watching the fighting not far away. Their faces were all smeared with white paint, and their hair was combed into braids.
"To be able to suppress the Gray Wolf King, Drogo is indeed a blood warrior!"
Behind the rock, among the group of people with painted faces, the one-eyed man who seemed to be the leader praised in a low voice, with an inexplicable luster in his eyes, and murmured: "I lost to this guy in the tribal war twenty years ago.
, thus allowing the Tatar tribe to occupy more resources."
"And now that it's been so long, if we have another duel, I'm afraid the loser will be me..."
"Drogo may be powerful, but so what?"
At this time, another scar-faced man said, "Since the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Gaussian tribe three years ago, Drogo himself is the only one left among their original three red-striped warriors!"
"And after twenty years, our Mandi tribe already has two red-striped warriors!"
"As long as we use the Brar gray wolves this time to weaken the Tatar tribe first, or even kill Drogo directly, and then wait for the next harvest harvest, we can annex the Tatar tribe in one fell swoop!" Scarface said in a somewhat excited tone.
The few people hiding behind the rocks are all from the Mandi tribe.
This is also the War Ghost Tribe of the Solu Plain. It has been in a hostile relationship with the Tatar Tribe decades ago. In a war twenty years ago, the Tatar Tribe was almost wiped out. There was only one red pattern left in the tribe.
warrior.
However, as time passes.
The originally powerful Tatar tribe has gradually declined after experiencing the attacks of the Gaussian tribe. However, after twenty years of cultivation, the Mandi tribe finally gave birth to its second red-striped warrior.
The Mandi tribe desires revenge and takes action!
They took advantage of an opportunity to lure the Brar gray wolves on the plains outside the Tatar tribe, intending to use the wolf pack's attack to further weaken the Tatar tribe's strength, thereby laying the foundation for their next plan.
"If Drogo can be killed, the Tartar tribe will be defeated!"
The one-eyed red-striped warrior smiled ferociously, with a flash of fire in his eyes, but he didn't notice at all that while a few people were talking, a crow in the sky made of pure shadows was quietly watching everything under his hair.
