Enzo pinned Brar Gray Wolf to the ground, but his thoughts changed in his mind, and the luster in his eyes flickered slightly.
In the sky, shadowy crows stared down.
Using the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo discovered a few people behind the rock. Based on their conversations, he immediately understood that the reason why the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Brar gray wolves was because of the conspiracy of the Mandi tribe.
Meanwhile, the fighting continues.
Ouch!
The Brar Gray Wolf King let out a howl. Originally suppressed by Drogo, it suddenly jumped up, its huge body pressed against the bronze spear, and pushed Drogo to the ground at the cost of the piercing wound.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding Brar gray wolves were determined at the same time.
As if summoned by the wolf king, they roared and rushed towards Drogo. In a moment, they pounced into a pile of wolves, suppressing the red-striped warrior.
Although the Brar Gray Wolf is a wild beast, it also possesses a certain amount of wisdom.
They knew very well how powerful the red-striped warriors were, so all the gray wolves worked together and planned to kill Drogo first 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, and he suddenly raised his sharp claws, and then grabbed Drogo fiercely. The sharp claws shone with a cold light, and seemed to be able to tear Drogo's body into pieces in one go.
"Go away!!"
At this time, Drogo roared, and the energy and blood in his body surged out like a fountain. In an instant, a wave of air was formed that lifted all the gray wolves around him away. He then grabbed the bronze spear and swung it towards the Gray Wolf King.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the Gray Wolf King's huge head was knocked crooked by Drogo, and several of his teeth flew out.
Ouch!
The gray wolf king turned his head suddenly, two teeth in his lower jaw were broken, an angry light appeared in the wolf's eyes, and he let out a high-pitched roar.
"The Gray Wolf King is going crazy!"
Behind the rocks in the distance, Scarface's eyes flashed, and he lowered his body. The injured beast was the most dangerous. At this time, the Gray Wolf King was completely angered, and his pupils were full of bloodthirsty luster.
"Warriors, kill all these beasts!"
On the other side, Drogo climbed up from the ground. One of his arms was slightly bent, as if it had been bitten by a wolf and broken. However, his chest was red, the blood stripes shimmered, and the majestic energy and blood flowed out crazily.
"Blessed by the blood-killing god!"
"Protect the tribe!"
"Long live Tatar!"
The warriors of the Zhangui Tribe let out a roar and fought the wolves even more bravely. In a matter of seconds, they killed the gray wolves one by one and regained the upper hand. The fierce fighting seemed to be coming to an end.
At the same time, Drogo also rushed towards the Gray Wolf King.
The battle between the leader of the Tatar tribe and the alpha wolf of the Brar pack will decide everything, so they also attracted the attention of the Mandi tribesmen behind the rock.
"bring it on!"
Drogo's eyes burned with fighting intent. With his other intact arm, he held the bronze spear tightly, charging like a drum, and ran towards the Wolf King not far away.
Not to be outdone, the Gray Wolf King swung his claws to fight back.
Stab!
The bronze spear rubbed against the sharp claws, making a harsh sound again. The red-striped warriors clashed with the Gray Wolf King at full strength. The first-order life forms collided. It seemed that neither side could do anything to the other in a short period of time.
"What a... boring battle."
In the corner, just after crushing the skull of a gray wolf, Enzo shook his head slightly. Looking at the battle between the gray wolf king and Drogo, a hint of disinterest appeared on his face. Although both of them had reached the level of first-order life forms, their fighting methods were different.
and techniques all seemed too primitive.
But this is normal, after all, this is just an indigenous world.
Even if the world of war ghosts has gods, the power that mortals can control is destined to not be too powerful. The battle between Drogo and the Gray Wolf King has almost no skills at all, and the two sides compete more with the strength of their bodies.
"Forget it, let's end it as soon as possible."
Enzo felt a little bored. Watching the battle between Drogo and the Gray Wolf King, a silvery luster appeared in his eyes. The invisible spiritual power spread and turned into a sharp cone that could not be seen through by the naked eye, directly piercing the Gray Wolf King's mind.
.
Ouch!!!
In an instant, the Gray Wolf King let out a shrill scream. Drogo saw the opportunity, his eyes suddenly lit up, he charged quickly, and the bronze spear in his hand stabbed out fiercely, instantly piercing the Gray Wolf King's head.
"Well done, Drogo!" a war ghost yelled.
With the bronze spear pierced through the head, even the Gray Wolf King was certain to die. The huge corpse fell to the ground. As Drogo pulled out the spear, a large amount of blood flowed out from the round hole-shaped wound, dyeing the ground below red.
A smile appeared on Drogo's face, but then he became a little confused.
The Gray Wolf King's combat power was astonishing, but a flaw suddenly appeared just now. This seemed a bit abnormal, but Drogo didn't think much about it because the battle was not over yet.
"Warriors, kill!" Drogo shouted.
Then, he began to continue fighting. With the help of the red-striped warriors, the war ghosts of the Tatar tribe quickly slaughtered all the wolves. Only a few gray wolves escaped with their tails between their legs, and they could no longer pose any threat.
"The God of Blood Killing!"
"Tatar Tribe!"
The war ghosts defeated the wolves and roared excitedly. Drogo also stepped on the corpse of the Gray Wolf King and kept waving his bronze spear.
Enzo, however, seemed very low-key, using the shadow crow to look down.
In the distance, behind the rocks.
"Damn, it's really useless!" Scarface cursed.
"As expected of Drogo, he is still so powerful!" The one-eyed leader sighed, with an inexplicable expression on his face, and said solemnly: "You can actually kill the Gray Wolf King alone. It seems that our plan failed this time."
"Hmph! It doesn't matter even if Drogo is not killed."
At this time, Scarface spoke again and said, "Anyway, this wolf attack has caused enough damage to the Tatar tribe. Even Drogo was 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 deal a fatal blow to the Tatar tribe!"
"As for now, it's better to return to the tribe as soon as possible!"
The one-eyed leader nodded slightly, then quietly stood up, took Scarface and the other greasepaint natives, and left the Tatar tribe's territory.
The shadow crow was still looking down, and after the Mandi tribe left, it followed them quietly. Since he already knew the existence of the Mandi tribe, Enzo naturally had to keep track of their movements at all times.
...
Two hours later.
The Brar gray wolves have been eliminated. Under the leadership of leader Drogo, the blood warriors dragged all the gray wolf corpses back to the tribe, and at the same time began to count the casualties and combat achievements.
"Today's wolf attack, we lost three warriors!"
In the center of the Tatar tribe, in an open space, the gray wolf corpses were piled up into a hill. The corpses of three male war ghosts were also placed aside.
"The blood warriors who die in battle will return to the embrace of the blood-killing god!"
Drogo said loudly, then raised the torch in his hand and lit the corpses of the three war ghosts on fire, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual. The surrounding war ghosts all stared ahead silently.
Crackling!
As the three corpses were ignited, making a burning sound, Drogo held a tribal funeral for the three blood warriors who died in the battle. In the tradition of the war ghost tribe, the males who died in battle will return to the blood-killing clan.
God's embrace.
As for their wives, they will also be buried later!
When it was all over, Drogo turned around.
"Karu, how did everyone perform in today's battle?"
Next to him, Karu, who had been staying on the tower as a sentinel, glanced at the war ghosts with a serious expression on his face.
"Everyone performed well in the battle against the wolves!"
Karu nodded slightly and said solemnly: "I have recorded the gray wolves that everyone killed and their contribution in the battle. Leader Drogo will distribute rewards to you later."
"However, there are two people who need special mention!"
Kalu frowned as he spoke, and suddenly strode forward, passed through the numerous war ghosts, and roughly dragged Batur, who was lying on the ground sleeping, to his feet, and slapped the two big mouths unceremoniously.
"Uh...what's going on? What happened!"
Batur woke up from his deep sleep, looked around blankly, and found that all the war ghosts around him were looking at him, and he was suddenly shocked.
"What's wrong with me?" Batur looked confused.
He only remembered that the Brar gray wolves were attacking the tribe, and he was resisting with the tribal warriors, but suddenly he felt his eyes go dark, and then he lost consciousness and fell into a complete sleep.
When I woke up again, everything was over.
"Batur, this coward, pretended to sleep to escape during the battle against the wolves. It is simply a shame to the Tatar tribe!" Karu roared loudly and threw Batur to the ground.
Drogo frowned slightly and his face became a little gloomy.
In the process of resisting the wolves just now, he also noticed that Batur had been lying on the ground, looking like he was asleep.
"Pretending to sleep to avoid fighting?!" Batur looked stunned and exclaimed, "I didn't!"
"You still dare to quibble?"
Karu sneered and said, "I have been observing the battle just now from the tower. Every warrior in the tribe is fighting to the death. You are the only one hiding on the ground pretending to sleep. Am I going to lie?"
"Batur, you coward!"
"Shame on the Tatar tribe!"
"Yes, I saw it too, Batur has been lying on the ground pretending to sleep!"
The surrounding war ghosts all talked and accused Batur, which immediately left him speechless. Finally, under Drogo's order, Karu took out a long whip full of thorns and whipped Batur hard.
Got up.
Bang bang bang!
After a hundred lashes, the tribe's punishment was finally over. Batur's back was bloody and bloody, and his face was extremely pale. He had been in a very weak state since he was cursed by nightmares. Now that he was punished, it was even worse.
.
"How could this happen?" Batur wailed in his heart.
Later, Drogo ordered his men to drag Batur down, tie him up with a barbed hemp rope, and hang him on a ten-meter-high wooden stake as another punishment for him escaping from the battle this time.
"Batur's escaping from the battle is a disgrace to the tribe!"
After hanging Batur on the stake, Kalu turned his head with a smile on his face and said, "However, in this battle, a warrior also appeared in the tribe, and he is Enzo!"
Following Carew's words, everyone turned their attention to Enzo.
"Although Enzo is just a bad guy, in this battle, he has proven with his actions that he is a qualified ghost warrior and killed two Brar gray wolves on his own!"
Kalu looked at Enzo and said, "I have been paying attention to Enzo from the beginning of the battle just now. Although he is not a blood warrior now, he relies on his courage to fight and his spirit of not fearing death!"
"I believe that Enzo will become a blood warrior sooner or later!"
The surrounding War Ghost Tribes hammered their chests and looked at Enzo with approval. The War Ghost Tribe advocates force, and only warriors who are not afraid of death and fighting can win their respect.
"Enzo's performance today really exceeded my expectations!"
At this time, Drogo also spoke and said in a deep voice, "Although the Brar Gray Wolf is not a powerful wild beast, it is still very dangerous to people who are not blood warriors."
"You were able to kill two Brar gray wolves alone. You obviously experienced a life-and-death battle and paid the price of life and death!"
"Such courage will surely bring you success!"
"If you weren't a bad breed, maybe you could become a red-striped warrior in the future. It's such a pity..."
Drogo sighed and shook his head helplessly.
Then, he raised his head again and said in a deep voice, "No matter how you say it, the warriors who fought bloody battles for the tribe are worthy of rewards from the tribe. I declare that from today on, Enzo will officially become a member of the Tatar tribe."
"At the same time, the tribe's restrictions on you will also be lifted!"
"No matter whether you become a blood warrior within six months or not, the Tatar tribe will treat you as a male. May you be blessed by the blood-killing god and march forward bravely in future battles!" Drogo said solemnly.
Enzo's brave performance today made the Tatar tribe officially accept him.
The previous test no longer exists. In the next six months, no matter whether he becomes a blood warrior or not, he will not be castrated and the Tatar tribe will treat him as a male.
But if Enzo wants to multiply his bloodline, he still needs to become a blood warrior.
"Thank you, Chief Drogo!" Enzo said solemnly.
After the battle against the wolves ended, the Tatar tribe rewarded them for their merits. The sleeping Batur was treated as a humiliating punishment, while Enzo, who killed two gray wolves, was rewarded by the tribe.
Then, Carew continued to announce rewards and punishments.
Based on the performance of the tribal warriors in the battle just now, Drogo gave them different rewards. It was a metal similar to shells, which seemed to be a trading currency in the world of war ghosts.
"This is your reward, keep it."
Drogo handed several pieces of shell metal to Enzo as a reward for killing two gray wolves. Enzo looked at the shell metal in his hand and learned that this kind of thing was called [Iron Shell] and was used for trade on the Solu Plain.
A common currency, a few iron shells in his hand are enough to buy a female war ghost as his wife.
