At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and 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? Didn't you meet the leader of the group of sharp-toothed wolves?"
"The Wolf King has escaped." Enzo said softly.
"What?" Drogo was shocked.
Not long ago, wolves attacked the hunting team camp. Drogo and others devoted all their energy to resisting the sharp-toothed wolf, while Enzo set off to the depths of the plains to deal with the sharp-toothed wolf king.
Because as long as the wolf king is killed, the wolves will naturally destroy themselves.
However, Drogo actually does not have much confidence in this plan, because although the sharp-toothed wolf is not known for its strength, as a wolf king, it can at least be comparable to a first-blood red-striped warrior. Enzo is just a newly promoted The blood warrior cannot kill the Wolf King no matter what.
"You defeated the Wolf King?" Drogo asked quickly.
"So be it." Enzo pondered for a moment and said, "The leader of the sharp-toothed wolf is not very strong. It is far from the level of a wolf king. I saw the right opportunity to sneak attack and caused damage to it."
"Then the alpha wolf ran away!"
Drogo was stunned and said in surprise, ": Is it that simple? Is it really because the first wolf escaped that the wolves dispersed? But what happened to those Brar gray wolves?"
"Brar Gray Wolf?" Enzo pretended to be confused.
Drogo waved and led Enzo to the center of the camp. A dozen blood warriors were stacking the corpses of the Brar gray wolves on the plain together and preparing to light torches below.
"Previously, these Brar gray wolves and sharp-toothed wolves attacked our camp together." Drogo pointed forward and said solemnly, "But just now, all the Brar gray wolves suddenly died, and The corpses decomposed rapidly and became like this!"
Crackling!
The flames burned the corpse of Brar Gray Wolf, making a burning sound, and the rotting stench floated out, making the surrounding blood warriors frown.
...
Three days later.
The sky in the distance was slightly white, and on the vast plains, the Tatar tribal hunting team was moving forward. Drogo was walking at the front holding a bronze spear, and behind him were several blood warriors who worked together to drag a giant beast with ropes.
"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 he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
It is less than ten days until the end of the harvest season.
The harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe finally ended. In the three days since the camp was attacked by a pack of sharp-toothed wolves, everything went very smoothly. Drogo led the blood warriors across the plains and returned to the tribe calmly.
"Brother Drogo and the others are back!"
"Why did this year's harvest hunt take so long?"
"But it looks like their harvest is pretty good!"
"Huh? What is that? Oh my god! Is it a fire-tusked mammoth?"
In the Tatar tribe located on the plain, sentries on the towers on both sides of the entrance opened the door and welcomed the hunting team in. The remaining members of the tribe appeared one after another, including women such as Wendy.
The hunting team was welcomed by the tribe like returning heroes.
"Ha! Firetusk Mammoth!"
On the tower, a figure limped down. Looking at the fire-tusked mammoth that was dragged into the tribe by the blood warriors, Karu grinned and said, "This is really a big guy! It seems that this year it will be given to the Gaussian tribe." There is no need to worry about tributes anymore."
Drogo opened his arms, smiled and hugged Karu.
"How are the tribes doing during this time?" Then Drogo asked.
"Everything went well." Karu nodded and said, "In the more than half a month since the hunting team left, the tribe did not encounter any intruders, except for a black bear beast that approached, and I shot it to death with a bow and arrow!"
"By the way, one more thing, little Batur has become a blood warrior!"
During the harvest hunting period, the major tribes on the plains, no matter how much they hate each other, are not allowed to attack each other and provoke wars. Therefore, the Tatar tribe is peaceful. Except for a black bear wild beast that accidentally breaks into the tribe, only Batur's promotion to the Blood Warrior is worth mentioning.
Already.
"Little Batur finally became a blood warrior?" Drogo said.
Originally, Batur was the most promising young man of the Tatar tribe to become a blood warrior, so Drogo had high hopes for him. Until the last time the tribe was attacked by a pack of wolves, Batur pretended to sleep to avoid the battle and was attacked by the entire tribe.
of contempt.
However, when the hunting team left the tribe and during the harvest hunting period, Batur worked hard and finally became a blood warrior!
In the distance, Enzo raised his eyebrows, with some surprise on his face.
Batur was implanted with a nightmare mark on his body and was constantly harassed by nightmares. However, he could still become a blood warrior. This was not an easy thing, but it was not too strange.
After all, Batur was once the most promising young man in the tribe. He was punished because of the wolves, and then he worked hard to become a blood warrior. It is a logical thing.
"That's right, Drogo!"
At this time, Karu asked again: "Why did it take you so long to hunt for this year's harvest? Did something happen?"
Upon hearing Karu's question, Drogo suddenly turned gloomy.
"Alas! It's hard to describe in words..." He shook his head, and then told Karu what happened during the harvest hunting.
Bang!
"Damn Mandy people!"
After learning what happened during the harvest hunting, Karu's face was extremely angry. He slammed the crutch in his hand to the ground and roared: "They dare to challenge us. It seems that the lessons learned twenty years ago have been
Forgot about those Mandi people."
"I suggest that when this year's Black Mist Season ends and the Recovery Season begins, the Tatar tribe declares war on the Mandi tribe and makes those hateful Mandi people pay the price of death and blood!"
"The matter with the Mandi tribe can only wait until the Black Mist Season is over."
Drogo nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "The most important thing 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 blessing of the God of Bloodslaying to survive safely.
"
"I understand." Karu agreed.
The Black Mist Season is a disaster that must be taken seriously for all the War Ghost tribes. Even if the hatred between the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe is rekindled, it is impossible for both sides to choose to start a war during the Black Mist Season.
"Get ready to start this year's harvest celebration!" Then Drogo said again.
"Harvest celebration? Now?" Karu was stunned.
According to the tradition of the Zhangui tribe, every year at the end of the harvest season and before the arrival of the black mist season, a harvest celebration is held. Through the celebration, sacrifices are made to the blood-killing god, in order to please the god and gain more protection.
This year's Tatar tribe will naturally be no exception.
Recalling the strange events that happened that night three days ago, Drogo became more determined in his heart. This year's harvest celebration must be held grandly so that the blood-killing god can feel the respect of the Tatar tribe.
"Well, it's really time to hold a harvest celebration."
Karu sighed slightly. According to the tradition of previous years, after the harvest hunting is over, the hunting team rests for a few days before the tribe holds a harvest celebration. However, this year's harvest hunting took too much time, and it is not enough time before the black mist season begins.
In ten days, the Tatar tribe must also hold a harvest celebration as soon as possible.
Then, Karu waved to the hunting team.
The blood warriors who were carrying the prey followed his footsteps and stored the harvested prey in the tribe's warehouse. Only the largest fire-tusked mammoth was placed in a separate area.
The Firetusk Mammoth is a tribute to the Gaussian tribe, so please pay attention.
"Okay, everyone has put in a lot of effort in this year's harvest hunting. Now go back and rest." Drogo turned around and said to the blood warriors: "The black mist season is coming. In the next ten days,
Everyone, keep your spirits up and look forward to having a great time at the harvest celebration!"
As soon as Drogo finished speaking, the blood warriors burst into cheers.
For the War Ghost tribe, the harvest celebration not only means offering sacrifices to the blood-killing god, but it is also the only carnival of the year. During this period, the males will release their stress and even the females can enjoy some fun.
"Harvest celebration?" Enzo's eyes flashed where he was.
After traveling through the world of War Ghosts for three months, Enzo already had a certain understanding of this world. He knew very well that the so-called harvest celebration was a way for the War Ghost tribe to worship the blood-killing god, and it was also similar to a carnival festival.
Subsequently, the blood warriors of the hunting team disbanded on the spot.
"The harvest celebration of the War Ghost Tribe is the most important festival of the year. During this period, all tribes will offer sacrifices to the Blood-Killing God, and as the guardian, the Blood-Killing God will also send down divine power to the War Ghost Tribe.
Ghost clan."
In place, Enzo stroked his chin.
"The extraordinary power of the war ghosts all comes from the blood-killing god. Therefore, for blood warriors, divine power is undoubtedly the best way to strengthen the power of blood. It is rumored that some large tribes even gain the power after holding harvest celebrations.
This is a gift of divine power that is enough to turn a blood warrior into a red-striped warrior!"
"The blood-killing god..." Enzo muttered to himself.
Then, he turned around and returned to his own stone house. Then with a thought, he cast his vision on the scattered shadow crows around the Tatar tribe, and used their vision to overlook the earth.
The wind and waves were calm on the endless plain.
But beneath this calmness, it seems as if a storm is coming. The harvest season is about to end, and the power of the god of disaster is about to sweep across the earth. Even the wild beasts on the plains are terrified and don't know where to hide.
Black fog season, the most dangerous time of the year!
"The God of Disaster and the God of Bloodkiller are both indigenous gods born in this world. Just like the Aqila tree and the disaster beast in the forest world, they symbolize the pros and cons." Enzo's face showed up.
After thinking about it, he murmured: "The two had a confrontation in ancient times. After they were unable to do anything to each other, they shifted the battlefield to control the world."
"Currently, the blood-killing god has the upper hand."
"However, the God of Disaster still has the ability to regain control of the earth during the Black Mist Season. At the same time, he seems to have a more bizarre ability. He can project his power into the wizarding world and confuse human believers to spread their faith."
Even though more than fifty years have passed, Enzo still has not forgotten it.
In the wizarding world, it was precisely because of the plague in the human kingdom that Enzo discovered the God of Disaster and the coordinates of the strange plane of the War Ghost World, although Enzo had already shattered the mirror and interrupted the disaster.
The connection between the god and the wizarding world, but there is no guarantee whether the other party has other means.
"In a battle in ancient times, the God of Disaster was defeated by the God of Bloodkiller!"
"Therefore, the Blood-killing God became the ruler of the world and supported the War Ghost Clan as its rulers. However, the God of Disaster did not completely fail. Instead, he remained dormant and continued to gain strength."
"I just don't know how the God of Disaster has recovered after such a long time..." Enzo thought in his mind.
At this moment, Enzo's heart suddenly moved.
Through the dozens of shadow crows flying over the Solu Plain, Enzo was always paying attention to the movements of the plain. One of the shadow crows came to the border of the savage forest in his field of vision.
"Plamo tribe..." Enzo muttered to himself.
In Shadow Crow's field of vision, a small tribe appeared, located on the edge of the savage forest. There were only a few dozen houses located there, which looked a bit dilapidated. There were less than five hundred members in the tribe.
That is the Pramo tribe.
During this year's harvest hunting period, the Pramo tribe colluded with the Mandi tribe to lure the Tatar tribe's hunting team to the savage forest hunting ground, intending to resolve decades of hatred in one fell swoop, but ultimately failed.
The Pramo tribe therefore became the enemy of the Tatar tribe.
According to Drogo and Karu's plan, when the recovery season comes next year, it is not certain whether they will go to war with the Mandi tribe, but the Pramo tribe must be eradicated as a warning to the Mandi tribe.
After all, the Pramo tribe is very weak. The number of blood warriors in the tribe does not exceed thirty. At the same time, there are no red-striped warriors in charge. Drogo can wipe out this tribe from the Solu Plain on his own.
"It seems that Drogo's plan is going to fail."
Enzo's eyes flickered slightly, looking through the shadow crow's vision at the Pramo tribe below.
At this time, the Pramo tribe was in chaos.
Different from the carnival after the Tatar tribe's harvest hunting, the Plamo tribe's harvest hunting had also ended, but before they had time to hold the harvest hunting, they suffered a terrible attack.
"Who will save us!"
"Quick! Send a message to the Mandi tribe!"
"Help!"
"Your Majesty, the great blood-killing god, please save your people!"
Wails and screams rang out in the Pramo tribe. A figure whose whole body was wrapped in black mist was floating in the air. Tentacle-like tongues of rotting flesh and blood around its body kept ejecting rapidly, killing each and every member of the Pramo tribe.
Pierced and greedily sucked the energy and blood from their bodies.
