Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 463 Hunting Ground
Pfft!
With a dull and loud noise, the huge body of the fire-fanged mammoth fell to the ground, and the blood gushing from its eye sockets stained the grass red, and the hot blood made the withered grass seem to be on fire.

"Tatar!"

"Hoo! Hoo!!"

The Blood Warriors of the War Ghost Clan burst into cheers, and then they rushed up and stabbed the Firefang Mammoth's wound with their spears, causing it to scream mournfully.

After a while, the Firefang Mammoth stopped struggling.

"Success!"

Drogo's chest rose and fell, 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-fanged mammoth is undoubtedly a good thing for the Tatar tribe. At least it can be sent as a tribute to the Gaosuo tribe, so that the Tatar tribe no longer has to worry about crusades.

Then Drogo waved.

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

"This kind of rope is strange."

Enzo looked at the rope where the blood warrior was tying the fire-fanged mammoth, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes. The civilization of the war ghost world is backward, and he has not yet mastered much metal smelting technology, so metal is 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-fanged mammoth, and the rope they use is made of repeatedly rubbing the unique plants in the War Ghost World. Will break, but the load-bearing capacity is very strong.

Ten blood warriors used a rope to tightly trap the Firefang Mammoth, and then dragged it to an open space, leaving only one person to guard it.

"Morton, keep an eye on our prey!" Drogo ordered to the remaining blood warriors.

The harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe will last at least ten days. It is impossible to return to the tribe after hunting one prey. If the fire-fanged mammoth is dragged away, it will become very troublesome.

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

The reason why a Blood Warrior was left to guard the dead Firefang Mammoth was mainly because the Tatar tribe needed to declare the ownership of this prey to other tribes.

"Warriors, keep going!"

Afterwards, Drogo waved his hand and led the blood warriors vigorously towards the deeper area of ​​the plain.

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

Along the way, the Tatar tribe hunted several one-horned rhinos and ghost-headed birds that can fly at low altitudes.

"This thing is baked and eaten, but it's delicious!"

Drogo's arm was strong, and he shot down a ghost bird with a spear. A blood warrior immediately ran quickly and picked up the ghost bird.

Ghost-headed birds look very ugly, and their voices are disgusting, but they taste very good, and they have a special flavor after being roasted over charcoal fire.

Meow!

At this moment, a piercing cry came from ahead. Enzo looked up and found that the Tatar tribe had come outside a forest, and the piercing sound came from inside.

Flutter and rinse!
The trees in front shook for a while, and then, a black figure rushed out quickly, screaming, and rushed towards a blood warrior.

call out!
The Blood Warrior threw out his spear with a wave, and directly nailed the black shadow to the ground. After struggling a few times, he remained motionless.

"This is... a cat demon?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

The black shadow nailed to the ground with a spear, his body was bent like an ape, his limbs were extremely sharp, and his face was like a combination of a cat and a human. It looked strange and 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 with sensitive speed and poisonous claws. However, due to its low strength, it will only pose a threat to people when it appears in groups.

For wild beasts like cat demons, the Tatar tribe disdains hunting, because this kind of wild beasts are not of much value, not only the meat is sour and unpalatable, but eating too much will make people dizzy, and the whole body only smells like tails good.

Therefore, after the blood warrior nailed the demon cat to death with a spear, his face did not change. He walked forward slowly, preparing to tear off the demon cat's tail.

But at this time, Enzo raised his head.

As the woods in front shook slightly again, several figures in animal skins came out of it. The leader looked old, with red rapeseed painted totems on his bare chest, and an unknown bird sticking out of his head. class feathers.

"Plumo Tribe?" Drogo stared.

The figure walking out of the woods came from another tribe weaker than Tatar on the Solu Plain. There were only [-] males in the whole tribe, and there was not even a single red-striped warrior among them.

"Warriors of the Tatar tribe, hello!"

The old leader of the Plummo tribe raised his hand and hammered his chest slightly, stared at Drogo with cloudy eyes, and said respectfully, "Old Moore represents the Plummo tribe, and expresses his sincere respect to the warriors of Drogo!"

Drogo nodded slightly, and said softly, "Is this cat demon your prey?"

"Yes." Old Moore replied respectfully.

Afterwards, Drogo signaled to the blood warrior next to him to return the cat demon to the Plumo tribe. Although the cat demon was killed by the Tatar tribe, it was the Pulamo tribe who drove it out of the forest before that.

What's more, a cat demon is not worth mentioning to the Tatar tribe. If it is not a coincidence, I am afraid that I will not even look at it.

"A million thanks to Chief Drogo for his generosity!"

Old Moore took over the body of the cat demon, with a grateful expression on his face, and said, "Pulamo tribe remembers the help of Tatar tribe."

Drogo nodded slightly, the expression on his face remained 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 conduct a harvest hunt. Naturally, they cannot choose the same area, and each tribe has its own hunting ground.

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

"Central District? That's 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 Pulamo tribe is just a small tribe and has always lived near the wild forest, so the hunting grounds during the harvest hunting period will generally not exceed that area. "

The area near the wild 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 Plumo tribe had been hunting for harvest near the wild forest, but this year they suddenly appeared here.

Drogo didn't pay attention to it just now, but now he suddenly remembered it, and felt puzzled.

"The Plummo tribe changed the hunting grounds for this year's bountiful hunt?" Drogo asked.

"Hey! I was also forced to be helpless!"

There was a wry smile on Old Moore's face, and he said helplessly, "Although our Pramo tribe has lived near the wild forest for generations, there is the Mandi tribe beside us."

"The Mandi tribe has red-striped warriors who are far stronger than us. If they don't want to be attacked, this year's harvest hunting can only be given to them by the hunting grounds that originally belonged to us."

Drogo was even more puzzled after hearing this.

"You mean, the Mandi tribe plundered your hunting grounds?" Next to it, a blood warrior scratched his head and asked puzzledly, "The wild forest's hunting grounds are so barren, do you still need to fight for them?"

The Mandi tribe and the Plumo tribe also live near the wild forest, but the Mandi tribe has red-striped warriors, so their annual harvest hunting will go to hunting grounds with more abundant prey.

Living in the wild forest area for 20 years, the Mandi tribe has never competed with the Pramo tribe for the wild forest hunting ground, not because of generosity, but mainly because it is too barren and there is no need to compete.

"If it was in the past, the Mandi tribe would naturally not compete with us for the wild forest hunting ground." Old Moore lowered his head helplessly, and sighed, "But this year, it will be different..."

As he spoke, Old Moore showed a hesitant expression.

"Is this year different?" Drogo said.

Old Moore hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, and said quietly, "As far as I know, there seems to be a silver-horned cunning in this year's wild forest hunting ground, and it's still a juvenile!"

"What? Silver horned cunning?"

Drogo was taken aback, and quickly said, "Are you serious?"

Silver horn cunning, a rare desolate beast.

This kind of desolate beast is powerful, and its combat power 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 possibility of being domesticated by humans.

Unlike the Firefang Mammoth, which has a violent personality by nature, even if it is tamed by the tribe, it may riot at any time and cause serious losses.

"It must be Silver Horn, I will never be wrong!"

Old Moore's expression was firm, and he said decisively, "On the night before the harvest hunting, I saw with my own eyes a juvenile silver horned cunning running out of the wild forest, followed by many Mandi people in pursuit."

"After a few days, our Plumo tribe was informed that the Mandi tribe will monopolize the wild forest hunting ground for today's harvest hunting. They must be for the silver-horned cunning!"

As he said that, Old Moore looked aggrieved.

The value of the juvenile silver-horned cunning is self-evident. The Mandi tribe, which had never hunted in the wild forest, suddenly expelled the Plumo tribe. The reason must be to monopolize the silver-horned cunning.

After hearing Old Moore's words, Drogo fell into deep thought immediately, and the expression on his face kept changing.

A silver-horned cunt appeared near the wild forest, and it was still a juvenile. If the Mandi tribe successfully captured it and domesticated it, it meant that it was likely to have a powerful fighting force comparable to a furious 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 deal with themselves.

"Brother Drogo, let's go to the Wild Forest!"

At this time, a blood warrior suddenly came over and said eagerly, "If we can catch the silver-horned cunning, the tribe will definitely become stronger!"

"Yes, Chief Drogo!"

"This is the hope for the rise of the Tatar tribe, and it must not be missed!"

Around, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe spoke in a hurry.

Drogo's expression kept changing, and he seemed hesitant.

"Silver Horn is indeed very important, but...the wild forest is the hunting ground of the Mandy tribe after all." Drogo couldn't make up his mind.

According to the rules of the Solu Plain, during the harvest hunting period, each tribe should choose a hunting ground in advance. Under normal circumstances, it is not allowed to change at will, let alone go to hunting grounds of other tribes.

Otherwise, it will be regarded as a provocation, which may cause a war between the two tribes. The Tatar tribe has been hunting in the middle of the plain for many years, and rushing to the wild forest is tantamount to an invasion of the Mandi tribe.

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, the other party is Mandy!"

Seeing that Drogo hesitated, the blood warrior next to him didn't care, and said, "It's just a group of defeated generals, and the Mandi people are all weaklings."

"Yes, Chief Drogo."

"Anyway, we have long had hatred with the Mandi people. It doesn't matter if we offend a little more. As long as we can catch the silver-horned cunning, everything is worth it."

Most of the blood warriors in the hunting team supported going to the wild forest. Only a few people did not speak, but none of them objected.

"What is this? A trap?"

On the side, Enzo frowned, looking at Old Moore from the Plumo Tribe, with a sneer on his face.

Ever since the Plummo tribe came out of the woods, Enzo has been paying attention to them. When Old Moore was telling about Silverhorn, the chip captured a slight change 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, and the old Moore and the Plumo tribe are all tools used to lure the hunting team of the Tatar tribe.

"If nothing else happens, the two blood warriors of the Mandi tribe should have ambushed in the wild forest long ago, waiting for the Tatar tribe to fall into the trap!"

The expression on Enzo's face was flat, but the light in his eyes flickered slightly. He thought, "During the harvest hunting, the Tatar tribe trespassed on the Mandi tribe's hunting ground, so the two sides clashed. In this case, the Mandi tribe completely You can take the moral advantage!"

"Although this world doesn't pay attention to these things, standing on the moral high ground, the Mandi tribe can at least avoid the punishment of the Gaosuo tribe!"

"So, after all, it was the Tatar tribe who violated the rules of the Solu Plain and trespassed on the hunting grounds of the Mandi tribe during the harvest hunting period!"

(End of this chapter)