With a dull and loud sound, the huge body of the Fire-tusked Mammoth fell to the ground. The blood pouring out of its eyes dyed the grass red, and the hot blood made the dead grass seem to burn.
"Tatar!"
"Hoo! Hoo!!"
The surrounding Blood Warriors of the War Ghost Clan burst into cheers, and then they swarmed forward and thrust their spears into the wound of the Fire-tusked Mammoth, causing it to let out a shrill scream.
After a while, the fire-tusked mammoth stopped struggling.
"Success!"
Drogo's chest was rising and falling, and he had consumed a lot of energy and blood in the battle, but there was a smile on his face, and he looked very excited.
Successfully hunting a fire-tusked mammoth is undoubtedly a good thing for the Tatar tribe. At least it can be sent to the Gaussian tribe as a tribute, so that the Tatar tribe no longer has to worry about crusade.
Then Drogo waved his hand.
Several burly and powerful blood warriors immediately stepped forward, took out arm-thick ropes from the animal skin bags on their backs, and tied them around the limbs of the Fire-tusked Mammoth.
"This kind of rope is really strange."
Enzo looked at the rope that the Blood Warrior tied to the Fire-tusked Mammoth, with a hint of interest in his eyes. The civilization of the War Ghost World was backward, and there was not yet much metal smelting technology mastered. Therefore, metal was a very precious resource in the War Ghost World.
Because there is no metal chain, the Tatar tribe can only use hemp rope to trap the fire-tusked mammoth, and the rope they use is made by repeatedly kneading the unique plants of the war ghost world. If it encounters a sharp knife, it will be cut.
It will break, but its load-bearing capacity is very strong.
Ten Blood Warriors tied the Firetusk Mammoth tightly with a rope, and then worked together to drag it to an open space, leaving only one person to guard it.
"Morton, watch our prey!" Drogo ordered the blood warriors left behind.
This harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe will last for at least ten days. It is impossible to return to the tribe just after catching the same prey. If the Fire Tooth Mammoth is dragged away, it will become very troublesome.
Therefore, after hunting large prey, someone must be left to guard it. According to the tradition of the Zhangui tribe, during the harvest hunting period, no matter how much hatred the two tribes have, they are not allowed to plunder the prey that has been killed by the other party, otherwise they will
will be punished by God.
The reason why a blood warrior was left to guard the dead Firetusk Mammoth was mainly because the Tatar tribe needed to declare the ownership of this prey to other tribes.
"Warriors, keep moving forward!"
Afterwards, Drogo waved his hand and led the blood warriors vigorously towards the deeper areas of the plain.
The harvest season is the time of year when prey and resources are most plentiful, and the deeper you go into the plains, the more prey you can find.
As the Tatar tribe moved forward, they hunted several one-horned rhinos and ghost-headed birds that could fly at low altitudes.
"This thing is delicious when grilled!"
Drogo used his arm strength and knocked down a ghost-headed bird with a spear. A blood warrior immediately ran quickly and picked up the ghost-headed bird.
The ghost-headed birds look very ugly, and their calls are disgusting, but they taste very good, and they have a unique flavor after being roasted over charcoal fire.
Meow!
At this time, a harsh cry suddenly came from the front. Enzo looked up and found that the Tatar tribe had arrived outside a forest, and the harsh sound came from inside.
Swish!
The trees in front shook for a while, and then, a black shadow quickly rushed out, screaming, and a blood warrior rushed towards it.
call out!
The Blood Warrior waved his hand and threw out his spear, directly pinning the black shadow to the ground. After struggling for a few times, he became motionless.
"Is this... a cat demon?" Enzo raised an eyebrow.
The black figure was nailed to the ground with a spear, its body was hunched like an ape, its limbs were extremely sharp, and its face resembled a combination of cat and human. It looked indescribably weird.
This is also a unique creature in the world of war ghosts, called the cat demon. It is a small wild beast with sensitive speed and poisonous claws. However, because it is too weak, it only poses a threat to people when it appears in groups.
The Tatar tribe disdains hunting for wild beasts like cat demons, because this wild beast does not have much value. Not only is the meat sour and unpalatable, but eating too much will make you dizzy, and the whole body will only smell like its tail.
good.
Therefore, after the blood warrior nailed the cat demon to death with a spear, his face showed no change, and he slowly walked forward, preparing to tear off the cat demon's tail.
But at this moment, Enzo raised his head.
As the woods ahead shook slightly again, several figures covered in animal skins walked out of them. The leader looked old, with a totem painted with red rapeseed on his chest and an unknown bird stuck on his head.
Feather-like.
"Plamo Tribe?" Drogo's eyes narrowed.
The figure walking out of the woods came from another tribe on the Solu Plain, which was weaker than Tatar. There were only twenty males in the entire tribe, and there was not even a red-striped warrior among them.
"Hello warriors of the Tatar tribe!"
The old leader of the Pramo tribe raised his hand and hammered his chest slightly, stared at Drogo with his cloudy eyes, and said respectfully, "Old Moore, on behalf of the Pramo tribe, expresses sincere respect to the warrior Drogo!"
Drogo nodded slightly and said quietly: "Is this cat demon your prey?"
"Yes." Old Moore replied respectfully.
Later, Drogo signaled the blood warriors next to him to return the cat demon to the Pramo tribe. Although the cat demon was killed by the Tatar tribe, it was the Pramo tribe who drove it out of the woods before that.
What's more, a cat demon is not worth mentioning to the Tatar tribe. If they don't meet it by chance, they probably won't even take a look at it.
"Thank you so much Chief Drogo for your generosity!"
Old Moore took the body of the cat demon with a grateful expression on his face and said, "Plamo tribe remembers the help of Tatar tribe."
Drogo nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. A cat demon was too insignificant to Tatar.
"By the way, Chief Drogo."
At this time, Old Moore suddenly spoke and asked, "Does the Tatar tribe still plan to target the central area of the Solu Plain for this year's harvest hunting?"
Drogo frowned slightly, then nodded.
At the end of the harvest season, all the tribes on the Solu Plain will carry out a harvest hunt, and naturally they cannot choose the same area. Each tribe has its own hunting ground.
Old Moore rashly asked about the Tatar tribe's hunting area. This behavior was not polite. Although it was not a secret, it also made Drogo a little disgusted.
"Central District? That's such a pity..."
At this time, Old Moore shook his head and sighed slightly.
"What do you mean?" Drogo wondered.
"Uh...that's it."
Old Moore hesitated and said, "Chief Drogo should know that our Pramo tribe is just a small tribe and has always lived near the savage forest, so the hunting grounds during the harvest hunting period will generally not exceed that range.
"
The area near the savage forest is the most barren place in the entire Solu Plain. Only the weakest tribes will be forced to choose that area as a hunting ground for harvest hunting.
In previous years, the Pulamo tribe would carry out harvest hunting near the savage forest, but this year they suddenly appeared here.
Drogo hadn't noticed it just now, but now he suddenly thought about it and felt confused.
"The Plamo Tribe changed the hunting grounds for this year's harvest hunt?" Drogo asked.
"Oh! I'm forced to have no choice!"
A wry smile appeared on Old Moore's face, and he said helplessly, "Although our Pramo tribe has lived near the savage forest for generations, there is a Mandi tribe nearby."
"The Mandi tribe has red-striped warriors who are far more powerful than us. If we don't want to be punished, we can only give them the hunting grounds that originally belonged to us for this year's harvest harvest."
Drogo became even more confused after hearing this.
"You mean, the Mandi tribe plundered your hunting ground?" Next to him, a blood warrior scratched his head and asked in confusion: "The hunting ground in the savage forest is so barren, do we still need to fight for it?"
The Mandi tribe and the Pramo tribe also live near the savage forest, but the Mandi tribe has red-striped warriors, so they will go to hunting grounds with more abundant prey every year for their harvest hunting.
After living in the savage forest area for twenty years, the Mandi tribe has never competed with the Plamo tribe for the savage forest hunting ground. This is not because of generosity, but mainly because it is too barren and there is no need to compete.
"If it were before, the Mandi tribe would naturally not compete with us for the wild forest hunting grounds." Old Moore lowered his head helplessly and sighed, "But this year, it is different..."
As he said this, Old Moore showed an expression that was hesitant to speak.
"Is there anything different this year?" Drogo asked.
Old Moore hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and said quietly, "As far as I know, a silver-horned cunning seems to have appeared in the wild forest hunting ground this year, and it is still a juvenile!"
"What? Silver Horn?"
Drogo was shocked and said quickly: "Are you serious?"
Silver-horned cunning, a rare wild beast.
This wild beast is powerful, and its combat effectiveness in adulthood is comparable to that of a furious warrior. Not only is it full of treasures, but it also possesses extremely high intelligence, so it has the potential to be domesticated by humans.
Unlike the fire-tusked mammoth, which has a naturally violent personality, even if it is tamed by the tribe, it may riot at any time and cause serious losses.
"It must be Yinjiao Jiao, I will never be wrong!"
Old Moore's expression was firm and categorical: "One night before the harvest hunt, I saw with my own eyes a juvenile silver-horned cunning running out of the savage forest, followed by many Mandi people chasing after it."
"A few days later, our Pulamo tribe was informed that during today's harvest hunt, the Mandi tribe would exclusively occupy the savage forest hunting ground. They must be after that silver-horned cunning!"
As he said this, Old Moore looked indignant.
The value of the young silver-horned cunning is self-evident. The Mandi tribe, which had never hunted in the savage forest, suddenly expelled the Pramo tribe. The reason must be that they wanted to monopolize the silver-horned cunning.
After hearing what Old Moore said, Drogo suddenly fell into deep thought, and the expression on his face kept changing.
A silver-horned cunning appeared near the savage forest, and it was still a juvenile. If the Mandy tribe successfully captured it, tamed it, and cultivated it, it would mean that in the future it would be possible to obtain a powerful fighting force comparable to the Furious Warrior.
The hatred between the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe has lasted for hundreds of years. If the Mandi tribe really rises, how will the Tatar tribe deal with it?
"Brother Drogo, let's go to the Savage Forest!"
At this time, a blood warrior suddenly came over and said in a fervent tone: "If we can catch Silver Horned Cunning, the tribe will definitely become stronger!"
"Yes, Chief Drogo!"
"This is the hope for the rise of the Tatar tribe. You must not miss it!"
All around, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe spoke in all directions.
Drogo's expression kept changing, and he seemed a little hesitant.
"Silver-horned cunning is indeed very important, but... the savage forest is the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe after all." Drogo was a little unable to make up his mind.
According to the rules of the Solu Plain, during the harvest hunting period, each tribe should select a hunting ground in advance. Under normal circumstances, it is not allowed to change it at will, let alone go to other tribes' hunting grounds to hunt.
Otherwise, it will be regarded as a provocation, which is likely to cause a war between the two tribes. The Tatar tribe has been hunting in the central plains for many years, and heading to the savage forest rashly is tantamount to an invasion of the Mandi tribe.
"What are you afraid of? The other party is from Mandy anyway!"
Seeing Drogo's hesitation, the blood warrior next to him didn't care and said, "It's just a group of defeated generals. The Mandians are all weaklings."
"That's right, Chief Drogo."
"Anyway, we have already had hatred with the Mandi people. It doesn't matter if we offend some more. As long as we can catch the Silver Horned Cunning, everything will be worth it."
Most of the blood warriors in the hunting team supported going to the savage forest. Only a few people were silent, but none of them objected.
"What is this? A trap?"
On the side, Enzo raised his eyebrows and looked at Old Moore of the Pramo tribe with a sneer on his face.
Enzo had been paying attention to the Pramo tribe since they came out of the woods. When old Moore told about the Silver Horned Cunning, the chip captured subtle changes in his expression and his heartbeat also accelerated.
All signs indicate that this guy is lying again.
There is no silver-horned cunning at all, everything is a conspiracy of the Mandi tribe. Old Moore, the Pramo tribe and others are just tools used to lure the Tatar tribe's hunting team.
"If nothing else happens, the two blood warriors of the Mandi tribe should have been lying in wait in the savage forest, waiting for the Tatar tribe to enter the trap!"
The expression on Enzo's face was dull, but the luster in his eyes flickered slightly, and he thought: "During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe trespassed into the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe without authorization, so the two sides clashed. In this case, the Mandi tribe was completely
Can take moral advantage!"
"Although this world doesn't pay attention to this, but standing on the moral high ground, the Mandi tribe can at least avoid the punishment of the Gaussian tribe!"
"So, after all, it was the Tatar tribe who violated the rules of the Solu Plain and trespassed into the Mandi tribe's hunting grounds during the harvest hunting period!"
