Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 464 Mandi Tribe
"Okay! It's decided!"

Suddenly, Drogo let out a low growl, and said loudly, "Warriors of the Tatar tribe, we are now going to the wild forest to hunt that silver-horned sly!"

Suddenly, cheers erupted around.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe agreed with Drogo's order. Although trespassing on the hunting grounds of other tribes was a very offensive act, they couldn't care less because of the silver-horned cunning.

Fortunately, the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe have long had hatred. Twenty years ago, if the Gaosuo tribe hadn't intervened, the Mandi tribe would have been wiped out by the Tatar tribe.

Not far away, Old Moore smiled strangely.

"The people of the Tatar tribe are really stupid, they can trust others so easily." Old Moore kept his expression on his face, but sneered in his heart, secretly said: "As long as you lead Drogo to the wild forest, Master Orenze will give it to me." The mission is complete!"

……

After getting the information about the silver horned cunning, the Tatar tribe and others, led by Drogo, headed towards the wild forest.

"Cross this plain, and you'll be in the Wild Forest Hunting Ground area." Old Moore walked ahead, pointing to a plain.

Drogo nodded slightly.

It was Drogo's request to let Old Moore lead the Tatar tribe's hunting team to the wild forest. The Pulamo tribe lived near the wild forest for many years, so they were definitely the most suitable guides.

At this time, the earth trembled.

On the distant plain, the sound of beating drums sounded, and with a burst of smoke and dust, hundreds of one-horned rhinos galloped past.

Drogo's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head.

"Oh! What a pity." Drogo sighed.

It is undoubtedly a good thing for the Tatar tribe to find a herd of one-horned rhinos on the plains. As long as these prey are captured, it is enough for the tribe to survive the black mist season with abundant resources.

But now, Drogo could only watch as the herd of one-horned rhinos galloped by, because they had more important things to do.

"Go ahead!"

After the herd of one-horned rhinos had gone away, Drogo waved his hand to signal everyone to move forward. Old Moore and a few members of the Pramo tribe also continued to act as guides, leading the Tatar tribe towards the wild forest.

The Solu Plain is very vast, and the area where the Tatar tribe is located is exactly in two directions from the barbaric forest.

Therefore, even under the leadership of Old Moore, it took two full days for the Tatar tribe's hunting team to arrive at the wild forest area.

In the sky, scorching sun shines on the earth.

The people of the Tatar tribe came to a high slope, and there was still an endless plain in front of them. There was no shadow of the savage forest at all, but this area was already within the range of the savage forest.

"Everyone, take a rest first!"

Drogo ordered loudly, after two consecutive days of trekking, even a blood warrior known for his physique would feel exhausted. At this time, he had already entered the range of the wild forest. In order to catch the silver horned cunning next, it is very important to take a proper rest. normal.

Afterwards, everyone began to rest in place.

"Leader Drogo, there is a lake not far from here, let me take some people to get some water, and I will replenish it for everyone." At this time, old Moore suddenly moved to Drogo's side.

"Go." Drogo waved his hand.

Old Moore nodded slightly, and then he left the hunting team with the people of the Plumo tribe, and headed away in one direction.

"too naive……"

Looking at the backs of old Moore and others, Enzo couldn't help but shook his head, and looked back at Drogo, and found that the other party didn't notice anything unusual.

Drogo hadn't doubted anything old Moore had said since the beginning of the Plummer Tribe, and now he was thinking about the Silverhorn, as was the rest of the tribe.

"Be sure to grab the Silver Horn!"

Drogo's eyes were firm, and he murmured, "If it's really a juvenile Silverhorn, as long as it is domesticated, when it reaches adulthood, the tribe will have a combat power comparable to that of a furious warrior."

"At that time, the Tatar tribe will really rise and become a large tribe, which can even make the Gaosu tribe feel afraid..."

Drogo wants to enjoy the future beautifully in his heart, but he doesn't know that everything is a lie, and the Tatar tribe has already fallen into the trap.

On the spot, Enzo's eyes flickered.

In the sky, shadow crows flew around, overlooking the scene below. Using the vision of the shadow crows, he suddenly found that a group of figures were quietly approaching in the area not far away.

"People from the Mandi tribe?" Enzo frowned.

A group of people appeared in the distance. The leader was a one-eyed man with a strong figure, exuding strong energy and blood. There were three red stripes on his bare chest.

Red-striped warrior, Orenze!

The current leader of the Mandi tribe, a red-striped warrior with three bloodstripes, is almost as powerful as Drogo.

The red-striped warriors belong to the first-order life forms, but according to the number of blood lines on their bodies, their strength is also very surprising. Among them, the weakest has one blood line, and the strongest can condense seven blood lines.

"Are you going to start?" Enzo muttered to himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, the people of the Mandi tribe had already rushed out. Drogo was startled, and immediately waved his hand to signal the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe to enter the fighting state.

"Olenze?"

Drogo held the bronze spear tightly in his hand, looked at Orenze's chest, his pupils shrank slightly, and said solemnly, "I haven't seen you for a few years, so you also have a third blood streak!"

"Hmph! Drogo, do you think you're the only one growing up?" Orenze sneered, and asked knowingly, "It's the harvest hunting period, and the Tatar tribe no longer has their own hunting grounds. What are they doing in the wild forest?"

Drogo frowned slightly, but said nothing.

"Could it be that the Tatar tribe wants to start a war again?" Orenze's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "You don't know what it means to trespass into other tribes' hunting grounds during the harvest hunting period, right? "

Drogo's face froze, his expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Hmph! If I remember correctly, the wild forest is not the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe, is it?"

"Our Mandi tribe is near the savage forest. You say this is not our hunting ground?" Orenze sneered and said, "If you must have such an attitude, why don't we let the Gaosuo tribe judge it?" ?”

Drogo was slightly startled, and his face darkened.

It is true that the Tatar tribe was wrong for trespassing on the hunting grounds of other tribes without permission. Even if it ended up causing trouble to the Gaosuo tribe, they must be the ones who suffered.

"Why hasn't the Plumo Tribe come back?"

Drogo was a little anxious in his heart. The Plumo tribe had been away for a long time, but they hadn't come back. If they were there, at least they could be used as a reason for the Tatar tribe to appear here.

The Pulamo tribe also lived in the wild forest, so they could naturally use this place as a hunting ground. Drogo only needed to say that the Tatar tribe was invited by Old Moore to come to this hunting ground to hunt, and everything was logical.

"Hmph! Don't you have anything to say?"

At this time, Orenze sneered, issued an ultimatum, and said in a deep voice, "Leave the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe immediately, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Drogo struggled.

"Let's go!" Although a little reconciled, Drogo decided to leave first. The goal of the Tatar tribe coming to the wild forest was only for the silver horned cunning, and they did not intend to conflict with the Mandy tribe.

"Find the Plummer Tribe first!" Drogo made up his mind to find the Plummer Tribe before returning here.

However, at this moment.

shhhhhh!
There was a sound of piercing the air in vain, and a round of arrows rained from the far area behind. Drogo's expression changed immediately, and he roared angrily.

"Defensive formation!"

The blood warriors of the surrounding Tatar tribes responded quickly, each borrowing the round shields behind them and forming a defensive formation.

The rain of arrows hit the oak shield with a popping sound, and due to Drogo's timely response, there were no casualties in the Tatar tribe.

Tatata!
At this time, a sound of horseshoes sounded, and from the distant plain, several blood warriors of the Mandi tribe appeared riding iron armored beasts. The leader was a burly man with two blood lines on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, the archers of the Mandi tribe who were hiding in the dark also appeared one after another, and the three groups surrounded the Tatar tribe.

"Olenze, what do you mean?"

Drogo's face was as gloomy as water, and he pointed the bronze spear in his hand at Orenze, and asked in a cold voice.

"Hmph! What do you mean?"

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the face of the one-eyed Orenze, and he said with a sinister smile, "During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe broke into our hunting grounds without authorization. Do you want to leave like this without paying some price?"

"The Mandi Tribe wants to start a war?" Drogo warned in a low tone, "Haven't the lessons from twenty years ago not taught you?"

Hearing Drogo's words, a trace of hatred appeared on Orenze's face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you don't mention it, I will never forget what kind of disaster the Tatar tribe once brought to the Mandi tribe!"

"This shame, every Mandi person will never forget it, and it must be washed away with blood!"

Drogo's expression changed.

Even if he is stupid, he can still see heresy. What happened today is obviously not accidental, but the Mandi tribe has planned for a long time.

"During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe broke into our Mandi hunting ground. Even if we kill you all, according to the rules of the Solu Plain, you will not be punished by the Gaosu tribe, right?" Orenze said on his face. Full of grinning.

"We were invited by the Pramo tribe to enter the wild forest hunting ground. According to the rules, it is not considered trespassing on the Mandi tribe's hunting ground!" Drogo gritted his teeth, making the final excuse.

Orenze sneered and clapped his hands.

Afterwards, the surrounding Mandy Blood Warriors automatically moved out of the way, and Old Moore and several Pramo tribesmen came out.

"Old Mur, are the people from the Tatar tribe entering the savage forest hunting ground at your invitation?" Orenze asked coldly.

"Of course not. The Plumo Tribe didn't know about it." Old Moore shook his head with an innocent expression.

"Moore!!"

Drogo flew into a rage and growled, "You lied to me, damn it!"

Old Moore's heart trembled, but when he saw the presence of two blood warriors from the Mandi tribe, he calmed down a bit, and retreated as if nothing had happened.

"Hmph! It's all clear now."

Orenze was expressionless, and said coldly, "The Tatar tribe broke into the hunting ground of our Mandi tribe without authorization. According to the rules of the Solu Plain, the Mandi tribe has the right to kill you on the spot!"

"Drogo! The enmity of twenty years ago should be counted now."

After finishing speaking, Orenze waved his hand.

The blood warriors of the Mandi tribe burst into roars immediately, and all of them entered a fighting state, rushing towards Drogo and the others.

"Fight!" Drogo yelled.

The Mandi tribe has been planning for a long time to set a trap here, and almost all the blood warriors in the tribe have dispatched, almost twice as many as the Tatar tribe.

"Go to hell, Drogo!"

The burly and strong Beru, after roaring, swung a two-meter-long machete, and the two blood lines on his chest trembled like small snakes, driving the iron armored beast and rushed towards Drogo.

Twenty years ago, in the war between the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe, Beru's father was killed by Drogo, so Beru was eager for revenge. After twenty years of continuous practice, he finally became the youngest red-striped man in the Solu Plain. warrior.

Clang!

The bronze spear collided with the machete, making a crisp sound, and Drogo's arm suddenly exerted force, directly shaking Beru off the iron armored beast.

"Beru, get out of the way!"

Seeing this scene, Orenze let out a low growl, and rushed towards Drogo, all the energy and blood of the red-striped warrior exploded, and his skin suddenly turned hot red, like a layer of hot air.

The weapons Orenze used were two short bronze knives, both of which blocked forward and forked Drogo's bronze spear. Beru, who fell to the ground, immediately rolled and avoided.

"Is this the three-blood red-striped warrior?"

Getting up from the ground, a trace of unwillingness appeared on Beru's face. Whether the red-striped warrior is strong is mainly calculated according to the number of bloodstains on his body. The more bloodstains he has, the more powerful his blood is.

Therefore, the strength of the third-blood Drogo is naturally stronger than that of the second-blood Beru.

"Give me Drogo!"

While fighting Drogo, Orenze shouted loudly, "You lead the people to deal with the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe."

"Yes! Uncle Orenze."

Beru suppressed the unwillingness in his heart, turned around and rushed towards the other Tatar blood warriors. Although he also hoped to kill Drogo himself and avenge his father, for the sake of the overall situation, he decided to follow the plan.

For a while, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe fought fiercely. They were also three-blood red-striped warriors. Drogo and Orenze were evenly matched in strength, and ordinary blood warriors could not intervene in the battle between the two.

On the other side, the Mandi people led by the red-striped warrior Beru completely had the upper hand. He faced the siege of ten Tatar tribe blood warriors at the same time, but he still seemed very relaxed.

brush!
The machete waved and chopped off the head of a blood warrior, and the blood gushed out like a fountain. A ferocious smile appeared on Beru's face, as if he enjoyed the pleasure of killing very much.

(End of this chapter)