Plop!

With a dull and loud noise, the huge body of the fire-toothed mammoth fell to the ground, and the blood gushed out of her eyes stained the grass red. The hot blood made the dead grass seem to burn.

"Tatal!"

"Huh! Huh!!"

The blood warriors of the ghost warriors around them burst out with cheers, and then they rushed forward and stabbed their spears at the wound of the fire-toothed mammoth, making it scream shrill.

Soon, the fire-toothed mammoth stopped struggling.

"Success!"

Drogo's chest was fluctuating and consumed a lot of energy in the battle, but a smile appeared on his face, looking very excited.

Successfully hunting a fire-toothed mammoth is undoubtedly a good thing for the Tatar tribe. At least it can be sent to the Gosso tribe as a tribute so that the Tatar tribe no longer has to worry about siege.

Then, Drogo waved.

Several burly and powerful blood warriors immediately walked forward, took out ropes as thick as arms from the animal skin bag behind them, and put them on the limbs of the fire-toothed mammoth.

"This kind of rope is strange."

Enzo looked at the Blood Warrior holding the rope of the Fire-Tooth Mammoth, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes. The civilization of the Ghost War World was backward and he had not mastered too much metal smelting technology yet, so metal is a very precious resource in the Ghost War World.

Because there are no metal chains, the Tatar tribe can only use hemp ropes to trap fire teeth. The ropes they use are made of repeated rubbing of plants in the war ghost world. If they encounter a sharp knife, they will break it, but their load-bearing ability is very strong.

Ten blood warriors used ropes to hold the fire-toothed mammoth firmly, then dragged it together to a clearing, leaving only one person to guard it.

"Moton, look forward to our prey!" Drogo ordered the blood warrior who was left behind.

The harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe this time will last at least ten days. It is impossible to return to the tribe if it catches a prey. If the fire-toothed mammoth is dragged away, it will become very troublesome.

Therefore, after hunting large prey, people must be left behind to guard it. According to the tradition of the war ghost tribe, during the harvest hunting period, no matter how hatred there is, the two tribes must not plunder each other's prey that has been killed by the other party, otherwise they will be punished by God.

The reason why a blood warrior was left to guard the dead fire-toothed mammoth was mainly because the Tatar tribe needed to declare the ownership of this prey to other tribes.

"Warriors, keep moving forward!"

Then, Drogo waved his hand and led the blood warriors in high spirits toward the deeper areas of the plains.

The harvest season is the time of the year when prey and resources are the most abundant, and the deeper the plain, the more prey you can find.

The Tatar tribe was driving along the way, and during this period, they hunted several one-horned rhinos and ghost-headed birds that could fly low.

"This thing is roasted, but it's delicious!"

Drogo exerted force on his arm, and with one spear, a blood warrior immediately ran away and picked up the ghost-headed bird.

The ghost-headed birds look very ugly and their voices are disgusting, but they taste very good, and they have a unique flavor after being roasted with charcoal fire.

Meow!

At this moment, a harsh scream 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 the inside.

Swamp!

The trees in front of him swayed, and then a black shadow rushed out quickly, screaming and a blood warrior rushed over.

call out!

The Blood Warrior waved his hand and threw out his spear, nailing the black shadow to the ground. After struggling for a few times, he did not move.

"Is this... a cat demon?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

The black shadow, nailed to the ground by a spear, was hunched over like a monkey, his limbs were extremely sharp, and his face was similar to the combination of a cat and a human, and he looked indescribable.

This is also a unique creature in the world of war ghosts. It is called a cat demon. It is a small wild beast. It is sensitive to speed and has poisonous claws. However, due to its small strength, it will only cause threats to people when it appears in groups.

The Tatar tribe disdained hunting for wild beasts like cat demons, because they did not have much value. Not only were the flesh sour and astringent but it was dizzy, eating too much would make people dizzy, and the tail was only on their body.

Therefore, after the Blood Warrior nailed the cat demon to death with his spear, there was no change on his face. He slowly walked forward and prepared to tear off the cat demon's tail.

At this moment, Enzo raised his head.

As the woods ahead shook slightly again, several figures in animal skins walked out of it. The leader looked old, with a red rapeseed painter's totem on his naked chest, and an unknown bird feather was inserted on his head.

"Pramo Tribe?" Drogo's eyes narrowed.

The figure that walked out of the woods came from the Solu Plain, another tribe that was weaker than Tatar. There were only twenty males in the entire tribe, and there was not even a red warrior.

"Hello, warriors of the Tatar Tribe!"

The old leader of the Pramo tribe raised his hand and slightly hammered his chest. He stared at Drogo with a muddy eyes, and said with a respectful attitude: "Old Mour, on behalf of the Pramo tribe, express his sincere respect to the Drogo warriors!"

Drogo nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Is this cat demon your prey?"

"Yes." Old Moore replied respectfully.

Then, Drogo signaled the blood warrior next to him to return the cat demon to the Pramo tribe. Although the cat demon was killed by the Tatar tribe, before that, the Pramo tribe drove it out of the woods.

What's more, a cat demon is not worth mentioning to the Tatar tribe. If it weren't for encountering it, I'm afraid I wouldn't even look at it.

"Thank you very much for your generosity, Chief Drogo!"

Old Moore took the cat demon's corpse, and a grateful expression appeared on his face, saying, ": The Pramo tribe remembers the help of the Tatar tribe."

Drogo nodded slightly, his expression on his face did not change much. A cat demon was too trivial for Tatar.

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At this time, Old Moor suddenly spoke and asked, ": Is the Tatar tribe's harvest hunting this year, or is it still planning to target the central area of ​​the Solu Plain?"

Drogo frowned slightly, then nodded.

At the end of the harvest season, all tribes on the Solu Plain will carry out a harvest hunt, and they naturally cannot choose the same area. Each tribe has its own hunting ground.

Old Moore rashly asked about the hunting area of ​​the Tatar tribe. This behavior was not polite. Although it was not a secret, it also made Drogo a little disgusted.

"Is it a middle area? That's a pity..."

At this moment, Old Moore shook his head and sighed slightly.

"What does it mean?" Drogo was puzzled.

"Uh...that's it."

Old Moore hesitated and said, ": The Drogo leader should know that our Pramo tribe is just a small tribe and has always lived near the barbaric forest, so the hunting ground during the harvest hunting period generally does not exceed that range."

An area near the barbaric forest is the most barren place in the Solu Plain. Only the weakest tribes are forced to choose that area as a hunting ground for harvest hunting.

In previous years, the Pramo tribes carried out harvest hunting near the barbaric forest, but this year they suddenly appeared here.

Drogo didn't care about it just now, but now he suddenly thought about it and felt confused.

"The Pramo tribe changed the hunting ground area for this year's harvest hunting?" asked Drogo.

"Oh! I'm also forced to do anything!"

Old Moore's face showed a bitter smile and said helplessly, "Although our Pramo tribe has lived near the barbaric forest for generations, there is a Mandy tribe next to it."

"The Mandy tribe has the Red Warriors, and its strength is far stronger than us. If we don't want to be conquered, this year's harvest hunting can only give up the hunting ground that originally belonged to us."

Drogo became even more confused after hearing this.

"You mean, the Mandy tribe plundered your hunting ground?" Next to it, a blood warrior scratched his head and asked in confusion, ": The hunting ground of the Barbarian Forest is so barren, do you still need to fight for it?"

The Mandi tribe and the Pramo tribe also live near the barbaric forest, but the Mandi tribe has red-textured warriors, so they go to hunting grounds with more abundant prey every year when they hunt for harvests.

After living in the barbaric forest area for twenty years, the Mandi tribe has never fought for the barbaric forest hunting ground with the Plamo tribe, not because of its generosity, but mainly because it is too barren there and there is no need to fight for it.

"If it were before, the Mandy tribe would not have fought with us for the barbaric forest hunting ground." Old Moore lowered his head helplessly and sighed, "But this year, it will be different..."

As he said that, Old Moore showed a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

"Is there any difference this year?" Drogo said.

Old Moore hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and said quietly, "As far as I know, this year's barbaric forest hunting ground seems to have a silver horned cunning, and it is still a teenage body!"

"What? Silver Corner Cunning?"

Drogo was shocked and hurriedly said, ": Are you serious?"

Silver-horned cunning, a rare wild beast.

This wild beast is powerful and has a combat power in adulthood that is comparable to a raging warrior. Not only is it full of treasures, but it also has extremely high wisdom, so it is possible to be domesticated by humans.

Unlike the fire-toothed mammoth, it is naturally irritable. Even if it is tamed by the tribe, it may riot at any time, causing serious losses.

"It must be Yinjiao Ji, I will never read it wrong!"

Old Moore had a firm expression and decisive railway track ":One night before the harvest hunt, I saw a young silver horn running out of the barbaric forest with many Mandy people chasing him."

"A few days later, our Pramo tribe was told that today's harvest hunting, the Mandi tribe will occupy the barbaric forest hunting ground, and they must be cunning for the silver horn!"

As he said that, Old Moore looked indignant.

The value of the young body silver horn cunning is self-evident. The Mandy tribe, which had never hunted in the barbaric forest, suddenly expelled the Pramo tribe because it must be because it wanted to monopolize the silver horn cunning.

After hearing Old Moore's words, Drogo suddenly fell into deep thought, and his expression continued to change.

Silver-horned cunning appeared near the barbaric forest, and it was a juvenile body. If the Mandy tribe successfully captured it and domesticated it, it would mean that it would likely have a powerful combat power comparable to a raging warrior in the future.

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 handle itself?
To be continued...