Journey to the Wizarding World

"Okay! It's decided!"

Suddenly, Drogo roared and said loudly, ": Warriors of the Tatar tribe, we are going to the savage forest now to hunt that silver-horned cunning!"

Suddenly, a burst of cheers erupted from the surrounding area.

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

Fortunately, the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe have long had hatred. Twenty years ago, if the Gaussian tribe had not 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's face remained calm, but he sneered in his heart and said secretly, "As long as Drogo is lured to the savage forest, Lord Orenze gave it to me.

The mission is considered completed!"

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After receiving information about the Silver Horned Cunning, the Tatar tribe and others, led by Drogo, headed towards the savage forest.

"After passing through this plain, we will reach the savage forest hunting ground area." Old Moore walked in front, pointing to a plain and said.

Drogo nodded slightly.

It was Drogo's request to let Old Moore lead the Tatar tribe hunting team to the savage forest. The Pramo tribe has lived near the savage forest for many years and is definitely the most suitable guide.

At this time, there was a tremor in the earth.

On the plain in the distance, a drum-like sound 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.

"Alas! What a pity." Drogo sighed.

The discovery of a group of one-horned rhinos on the plains is undoubtedly a good thing for the Tatar tribe. As long as these prey are captured, it will be enough for the tribe to survive the black fog season.

However, now, Drogo could only watch the one-horned rhinos galloping past because they had more important things to do.

"Just keep going!"

After the one-horned rhino herd went away, Drogo waved for everyone to move forward. Old Moore and several Pramo tribesmen also continued to act as guides, leading the Tatar tribe towards the savage forest.

The Solu Plain is very vast, and the area where the Tatar tribe is located happens to be in two directions from the savage forest.

Therefore, even under the leadership of Old Moore, it took two full days before the Tatar tribe hunting team arrived in the savage forest area.

In the sky, scorching sunlight shines on the earth.

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 scope of the savage forest.

"Everyone, let's take a rest first!"

Drogo ordered loudly. After two consecutive days of long journey, even the Blood Warrior, who is famous for his physical fitness, will feel tired. At this time, he has entered the scope of the savage forest. In order to capture the Silver Horn Cunning next, it is very important to take a proper rest.

normal.

Afterwards, everyone began to rest where they were.

"Chief Drogo, there is a lake not far from here. Let me take people to fetch some water and replenish it for everyone." At this time, Old Moore suddenly came to Drogo's side.

"Go." Drogo waved his hand.

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

"too naive……"

Looking at the retreating figures of Old Moore and others, Enzo couldn't help but shake his head. He looked back at Drogo and found that the other party didn't notice anything unusual at all.

From the beginning of the emergence of the Pramo tribe, Drogo had no doubts about anything Old Moore said. Now he was thinking about Silverhorn, and so was everyone else in the tribe.

"We must catch Silver Horned Sly!"

Drogo's eyes were firm and he murmured, "If it is really a young silver-horned cunning, as long as it is tamed, when it enters adulthood, the tribe will have a fighting force comparable to the Furious Warrior."

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

Drogo had a wonderful future in his heart, but he didn't know that everything was a lie, and the Tatar tribe had already fallen into a trap.

In place, Enzo's eyes flashed.

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

"People from the Mandy tribe?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

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

Red-striped warrior, Orenze!

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

Red-striped warriors are all first-level life forms, but their strength is also very surprising based on the number of blood stripes on their bodies. The weakest among them has one blood stripe, and the strongest one can condense seven blood stripes.

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

While he was thinking, the people from the Mandi tribe had already rushed out. Drogo was shocked and immediately waved his hand to signal the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe to enter combat.

"Olenze?"

Drogo held the bronze spear tightly in his hand, looked at Orenze's chest, his pupils shrank slightly, and said solemnly: "We haven't seen each other for several years, it turns out that you have also condensed a third blood streak!"

"Hmph! Drogo, do you think you are the only one who is growing?" Orenze sneered and asked knowingly, "Now is the harvest hunting period. Why is the Tatar tribe going to the savage forest when they no longer have their own hunting grounds?"

Drogo frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"Does the Tatar tribe want to provoke a war again?" Orenze's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "You don't know what it means to break into the hunting grounds of other tribes without permission during the harvest hunting period, right?"

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Drogo's face froze, his expression changed, and he said solemnly: "Hmph! If I remember correctly, the savage forest is not the hunting ground of the Mandi tribe, right?"

"Our Mandi tribe is near the savage forest. You said this is not our hunting ground?" Orenze sneered on his face and said, "If you must have such an attitude, how about we let the Gaussian tribe make the judgment?"

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Drogo was slightly startled and his face became gloomy.

It is indeed the Tatar tribe's fault for trespassing into other tribes' hunting grounds. Even if the trouble ends with the Gaussian tribe, they will definitely be the ones who suffer.

"Why haven't the Pramo tribe come back yet?"

Drogo was a little anxious in his heart. The people from the Pramo tribe had been away for a long time, but they had not come back. If they were there, it could at least be a reason for the Tatar tribe to appear here.

The Pramo tribe also lives in the savage forest, so they can naturally use this place as a hunting ground. Drogo only needs to say that the Tatar tribe was invited by Old Moore to come to this hunting ground for hunting, and everything will fall into place.

"Humph! Have you got nothing to say?"

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

Drogo struggled in his heart.

"Let's go!" Although he was a little reluctant, Drogo decided to leave first. The Tatar tribe's goal in coming to the savage forest was for the silver-horned cunning, and they did not intend to conflict with the Mandi tribe.

"Find the Pramo tribe first!" Drogo made up his mind to find the Pramo tribe and then return here.

However, at this moment.

Whoosh!

A burst of sound broke through the air in vain, and a hail of arrows shot out from the far rear area. Drogo's expression suddenly changed and he roared angrily.

"Defensive formation!"

The blood warriors of the surrounding Tatar tribe reacted quickly, borrowing the round shields from their backs and forming defensive formations.

The arrows hit the oak shield, making a popping sound. Due to Drogo's timely response, there were no casualties in the Tartar tribe.

Tap tap tap!

At this time, there was a sound of horse hoofbeats, and from the distant plain, several Mandy tribe blood warriors riding armored beasts appeared. The leader was burly and had two blood lines on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, the Mandi tribe archers hiding in the darkness 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 at Orenze and asked coldly.

"Hmph! What do you mean?"

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

"The Mandi tribe wants to provoke a war?" Drogo warned in a low tone, "Didn't the lessons learned twenty years ago teach 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 will not be forgotten by every Mandi person. It must be washed away with blood!"

Drogo's expression changed.

No matter how stupid he is, he can still see the heresy. What happened today is obviously not an accident, but has been planned by the Mandi tribe for a long time.

"During the harvest hunting period, the Tatar tribe broke into the hunting grounds of our Mandi people. Now even if we kill you all, according to the rules of the Solu Plain, we will not be punished by the Gaussian tribe, right?" Orenze's face

Full of evil smiles.

"We were invited by the Pramo tribe to enter the savage forest hunting ground. According to the rules, it does not count as trespassing on the Mandi tribe's hunting ground!" Drogo gritted his teeth and made his final defense.

Orenze sneered and clapped his hands.

Then, the surrounding Mandi Blood Warriors automatically moved out of the way, and Old Moore and several members of the Pramo tribe came out.

"Old Moore, are the people from the Tatar tribe entering the wild forest hunting grounds under your invitation?" Orenze asked coldly.

"Of course not, the Pramo tribe has no knowledge of this." Old Moore shook his head and put on an innocent expression.

"Moore!!"

Drogo flew into a rage and roared, "You cheated on me, damn it!"

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

"Humph! Everything is clear now."

Orenze had no expression on his face and said coldly: "The Tatar tribe has trespassed into the hunting grounds 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 hatred of twenty years ago must be reckoned with now."

After saying that, Orenze waved his hand.

The blood warriors of the Mandi tribe suddenly burst into roars, and all entered combat mode, rushing towards Drogo and the others.

"Fight!" Drogo yelled.

The Mandi tribe has been planning for a long time to set a trap here. Almost all the blood warriors in the tribe were dispatched, and their number was almost twice that of the Tatar tribe.

"Die, Drogo!"

Beru, a burly and strong man, roared angrily, brandished a two-meter-long machete, and the two blood lines on his chest trembled like small snakes. He drove the armored beast and rushed towards Drogo.

Twenty years ago, during the war between the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe, Beru's father was killed by Drogo. Therefore, Beru was extremely eager for revenge. He practiced non-stop for twenty years and finally became the youngest red stripe in the Solu Plain.

warrior.

Sonorous!

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

"Beru, get out of the way!"

Seeing this, Orenze let out a low roar and rushed towards Drogo. The red-striped warrior's energy and blood burst out, and his skin suddenly turned a hot red color, like a layer of heat.

The weapons Orenze used were two bronze daggers. They both blocked forward and forked Drogo's bronze spear. Beru, who fell to the ground, immediately rolled away.

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

Getting up from the ground, a trace of unwillingness appeared on Beru's face. Whether the red-striped warrior is strong or not is mainly calculated based on the number of blood stripes on his body. The more blood stripes he has, the more powerful his energy and blood are.

Therefore, the strength of three-blood Drogo is naturally stronger than that of two-blood Beru.

"Leave it to me Drogo!"

While fighting Drogo, Orenze shouted loudly: "Lead your tribe to deal with the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe."

"Yes! Uncle Orenze."

Beru suppressed the unwillingness in his heart and turned around and rushed towards the other Tatar Blood Warriors. Although he also wanted to kill Drogo with his own hands and avenge his father, for the sake of the overall situation, he decided to act according to the plan.

For a time, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe started a fierce battle. They were also three-blood red-striped warriors. Drogo and Orenze were evenly matched in strength. 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 had the upper hand. They faced the siege of ten Tatar tribe blood warriors at the same time, but they still seemed very relaxed.

brush!

The machete swung to cut off the head of a blood warrior, and blood gushed out like a fountain. A ferocious smile appeared on Beru's face, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of killing.