Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 466

Whoa!
The sky was dark, and big raindrops fell, splashing water on the ground. In the days when the harvest season was coming to an end, the Solu Plain ushered in a torrential downpour.

In the distance, a group of figures were walking forward in the rain. The burly and powerful blood warriors, carrying prey bigger than them, still looked very relaxed.

In a blink of an eye, ten days passed.

The battle with the Mandi tribe near the wild forest hunting ground was terminated by the appearance of a herd of fire-fanged mammoths. Both sides lost several tribesmen each, and the original hatred deepened again.

"Hmph! Damn Mandy!"

Walking on the muddy plain, a blood warrior from the Tatar tribe said indignantly, "They used such a despicable method. It seems that they have forgotten the lesson 20 years ago. When the black mist season is over today, they must pay the price." !"

Beside, Drogo said nothing.

His face was a little gloomy, but it wasn't because of the Mandi tribe's attack. He looked at Enzo not far away from time to time, feeling a little worried in his heart.

Evil One!
The taboo words in the world of war ghosts, and the evil spirits that can bring disaster to the tribe are often only born from inferior species.

Within ten days, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe fought in the wild forest hunting ground. The Tatar tribe was originally at a disadvantage, but under the influence of a special force, the situation was reversed.

Coupled with Aurunze's words, Drogo couldn't help but feel a little worried, whether there really was an evil person in the Tatar tribe.

"If Enzo is really an Evil One, what should I do?" Drogo's heart twisted. According to the rules of the Solu Plain, if there is really an inferior species awakening ability and becomes an Evil One, then the tribe will be in the first place. It is necessary to find a way to solve it for a while.

Because only in this way can Xieyi be prevented from becoming a minion of the God of Calamity!

However, this is a difficult choice for Drogo. If Enzo is really a demon, then in the wild forest hunting ground war, the power to turn the situation must also come from him.

In order to save everyone, the other side did not hesitate to expose Enzo's abilities. Could it be that the Tatar tribe turned around and wanted to execute him?

Drogo gritted his teeth.

"Forget it, let's wait a little longer." Drogo shook his head slightly, comforting himself in his heart, and said, "There have been no evil beings born in Solu Plain for hundreds of years, and everything may be just an accident."

"What's more, even if Enzo has become an alien, he has not shown signs of getting closer to the God of Disaster, and may not bring disaster to the tribe."

Drogo kept thinking in his heart, and made up his mind, "The harvest hunting is over, first lead the tribe back to the tribe, let Enzo accept the test of the blood-killing god in front of the god-given stone tablet, and then we will know whether he is evil or not!"

Thinking of this, Drogo was full of confidence.

In the world of war ghosts, the God of Blood Slaughter and the God of Calamity are like opposite sides. They are naturally hostile. Therefore, the god-given stone tablet also has the ability to examine evil. If Enzo is really depraved, then there is no way to pretend.

"Evil One?"

Next to him, Enzo's eyes flickered, thinking about the information about the evil, secretly said: "In this world, the existence of awakening magic power is called the evil. Judging from Drogo's reaction, it seems that this kind of existence Full of fear!"

"However, it doesn't matter!"

"Anyway, my strength has recovered from cultivation. The strength of a second-order wizard is enough to sweep the entire Solu Plain. Even if the Tatar tribe cannot continue to accommodate me for some reason, it is not a big deal."

Afterwards, Enzo shook his head, followed the Tatar tribe's hunting team, and continued to move forward.

……

In the evening, the heavy rain stopped a little.

The hunting team of the Tatar tribe stopped on a flat wasteland, and Drogo directed the blood warriors to set up tents, intending to take a rest here.

"In three more days, this year's harvest hunting should be over." Drogo looked towards the direction of the Tatar tribe and muttered to himself.

In previous years, the harvest hunting would only last about ten days.

But this time, the Tatar tribe wandered the wasteland for nearly [-] days, mainly because they were attracted by the wrong information from the Pulamo tribe and wasted a lot of time in order to capture the so-called silver-horned cunning.

After they discovered that everything was a trap, Drogo immediately ordered everyone to leave the savage forest and return to the hunting ground in the middle of the plain, and hunt as soon as possible. Only then did they catch enough prey for the tribe to survive the black mist season.

The harvest season is coming to an end, and this heavy rain seems to herald the arrival of the black mist season. Drogo and the others must return to the tribe with all their prey before the black mist sweeps across the plain.

Not long after, a simple camp appeared on the wasteland, and the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe took turns guarding the surrounding area.

Suddenly, there was a wolf howling in the distance.

"Blarr Pack again?"

Enzo frowned slightly, with a glint in his eyes, using the vision of the shadowy crow in the sky, he found a group of running wolves on the plain in the distance.

Compared with the Brar gray wolf, the wolves that appeared this time were a little smaller, with two extremely sharp teeth on the lower jaw, and brown hair on their bodies. Only the leader wolf king was completely black, with bloodthirsty flashes in his vertical pupils. luster.

"This is... the Jag-toothed wolf?"

Enzo frowned, and found that the wolves on the plain were not Brar gray wolves, but another sharp-toothed wolf known for its cunning and cruelty.

"Everyone, prepare to fight!"

After hearing the sound of howling wolves, Drogo immediately grabbed the bronze spear and ordered to everyone in the camp.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the camp.

The blood warriors are all on alert, but emotionally there is no fear at all, but they are extremely excited. The war ghosts are never afraid of fighting, not to mention that during harvest hunting, encountering wolves means harvesting more prey, and they can't wait for it .

"Maybe this year's harvest hunting, we can end it early!" A blood warrior smiled on his face.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe stood ready under the leadership of Drogo, but after the howling of wolves just now, there was no sign of the wolves for a long time.

"Go around to the back?"

On the spot, Enzo's eyes flashed, with an unexpected expression on his face, and he said thoughtfully, "It does look more cunning than Brar Gray Wolf, and he even knows how to use sniper tactics to sneak attack!"

The sharp-toothed wolves are indeed desolate beasts known for their cunning. After they howled in front of them, they did not attack from that side, but quietly walked around to the back of the camp.

Everyone in the hunting team of the Tatar tribe focused on the front, and no one expected that the sharp-toothed wolves would attack from behind.

Fortunately, Enzo had placed shadow crows in the air, monitoring everything below at all times.

"Leader Drogo, there seems to be movement behind."

Enzo walked to Drogo's side and reminded him casually.

Drogo turned back, frowning suddenly.

He also sensed the smell of wolves approaching from behind the camp, so he quickly shouted to call everyone to be alert.

Ow!

The next moment, in the darkness, a sharp-toothed wolf rushed out without making any sound, but it looked extremely fierce.

"Look out behind!" Drogo said loudly.

Immediately afterwards, he threw the bronze spear violently, piercing the Jag-toothed wolf's abdomen in an instant, and nailing it to the ground. Compared with the Brar gray wolf, the Jag-toothed wolf's fighting power is obviously weaker.

But they are characterized by cunning.

After the sharp-toothed wolves failed to sneak attack from the rear, the wolves immediately began to disperse and began to surround from all directions. The howling of wolves continued, and under the dark night, it was impossible to distinguish the number.

"It seems that this group of sharp-toothed wolves should have been eyeing us a long time ago."

Drogo's face showed a trace of solemnity. The sharp-toothed wolves deliberately chose to attack at night, just to take advantage of their own advantages. In the dark night, their visual ability can be brought into full play.

"Is that a wolf?"

In the same place, Enzo's face was expressionless, and the luster in his eyes flickered slightly. Using the vision of the shadowed crow in the sky, he saw a sharp-toothed wolf standing like a human on the distant plain, silently watching the hunting team's camp. direction.

Unlike the Brar gray wolf, the Jag is known for its cunning.

Therefore, in this kind of desolate beast group, the alpha wolf is often more intelligent, and is good at commanding the group to achieve his goals.

Just like this time.

The sharp-toothed wolf king kept howling wolves on the distant plain, commanding the sharp-toothed wolves to disperse from four directions, but he was not in a hurry to attack aggressively, but sent a few sharp-toothed wolves to make a tentative attack.

"It's looking for an opportunity?" Enzo frowned, with a strange expression on his face.

The sharp-toothed wolves, who are obviously desolate beasts, seem to know better strategies than the war ghosts. They not only use the dark night environment as an opportunity to attack, but also know the strength gap between the wolves and the Tatar tribe's hunting team, so they plan to delay the time first and consume the hunting team. strength of the team.

Ow!

At this time, there was another howl of wolves. From the north of the camp, dozens of sharp-toothed wolves suddenly attacked and rushed into the camp frantically. A blood warrior was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

"Moses!" The surrounding companions exclaimed.

The blood warrior Moses, who was thrown to the ground, quickly activated the power of qi and blood in his body, roaring and trying to stand up, but several sharp-toothed wolves bit his limbs tightly, and did not give him a chance.

Drogo frowned slightly, and turned away.

Just as he was about to throw out the bronze spear to help Moses get out of trouble, several sharp-toothed wolves suddenly bit Moses' leg and quickly dragged him into the darkness. The spear thrown by Drogo was nailed to the ground immediately ,

In the darkness, came the roar of Moses.

The sharp-toothed wolves dragged Moses into the darkness, but they were not in a hurry to kill him. Instead, they left scars on his body with their sharp claws, like a cat catching a mouse, with a playful feeling.

"Damn wild beast!"

Around, a few blood warriors were furious and rushed out without hesitation. Just as Drogo was about to stop them, the area to the west of the camp was also attacked by sharp-toothed wolves, and another blood warrior was thrown to the ground.

"Are you going to distract the hunting team?"

Enzo stroked his chin, using the vision of the shadowed crow in the sky, he was always paying attention to the surrounding dynamics, the sharp-toothed wolves attacked from different directions, just to distract the hunting team.

At the same time, after they dragged the blood warrior Moses out of the camp, they did not use the method of wolves biting his throat and killing him with one blow, but tortured Moses to make him suffer.

And the meaning of doing this is to let the hunting team go to the rescue.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe are all protected in the camp, and the wolves will inevitably suffer great damage when they attack. Therefore, attracting them outside has become the most suitable strategy.

After all, wolves have night vision and can see clearly in the dark.

"Light the torches!"

Seeing that two blood warriors were already dragged out of the camp by the sudden attack of the wolves, Drogo, as the leader of the tribe, naturally couldn't let them go, so he could only order to light the torches and command a few blood warriors to rescue them.

Several blood warriors immediately lit torches.

However, the air in the plain where it had just rained was very humid, and the torches were quickly extinguished after being lit. The vertical pupils of the wolf on the plain in the distance flickered, showing a hint of cunning.

"Could it be that the rainy night attack is also its plan?"

Enzo felt a little inconceivable. In his opinion, even the most cunning Jag-toothed wolf belonged to the category of desolate beasts. How could it have such terrifying intelligence, not only knowing how to use the environment, but even grasping the right timing.

oooooooo!
The sound of howling wolves kept ringing around, and several blood warriors rushed out of the camp, and when they were about to rescue Moses, they found that the sharp-toothed wolves retreated quickly, dragging the blood warriors to a further distance, as if they wanted to disperse the strength of the camp.

For a while, some of the blood warriors of the hunting team were attracted by the wolves to the outside of the camp, and kept away from everyone.

At the same time, there was a wolf howling in the distance.

In the direction of the depths of the plain, hundreds of Brar gray wolves suddenly appeared. Among them, there was no wolf head, but they acted in groups, instantly surrounding several blood warriors who rushed out of the camp.

"how can that be?"

Drogo gasped, with an incredulous expression on his face. The Braar gray wolf and the sharp-toothed wolf had actually reached a cooperative relationship. The two wolves joined forces to besiege the hunting team of the Tatar tribe.

It was something Drogo had never seen before, but it really happened!

"It's the sharp-toothed wolf king who controls the Braar wolves?"

Enzo's face was still calm, but there was a flash of thought in his eyes. There was no wolf king in the Blair gray wolf pack, but he cooperated with the Jag-tooth wolf pack, which was obviously controlled by the Jag-tooth wolf king. .

Moreover, from this group of Brar gray wolves that suddenly appeared, Enzo felt an unusual aura.

Their movements are very stiff, especially when running.

After the appearance of the Blair gray wolves, they quickly attacked the camp. Unlike the cunning of the sharp-toothed wolves, they appeared very ferocious. After a few pounces, they entered the camp and frantically bit the blood warriors around them.

A Brar gray wolf rushed towards Enzo!
Enzo's eyes flashed, and taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the shadow witchcraft was activated, and a shadow turned into a silk thread to wrap around the legs of Brar Gray Wolf, instantly pulling it down from the midair, and then killing it easily.

(End of this chapter)