After Enzo killed the werewolf Quent, the Bral gray wolf that had originally attacked the camp fell down one after another and turned into rotten flesh and blood, while other sharp-toothed wolf fled everywhere because they lost command.

call out!

Under the night, Drogo threw out a bronze spear and nailed a pointed wolf to the ground. He was leading the blood warriors of the tribe to hunt the sharp-toothed wolf around him.

"No need to chase after me!"

At this time, Drogo suddenly stopped, looked at the sharp-toothed wolf that had already escaped, and raised his hand to signal the blood warriors behind him to stop chasing.

"Taka, how is the camp?"

Then, Drogo turned around and asked a blood warrior who was bitten by a pointed wolf in his chest.

"Those bunch of Bral's gray wolf are all dead."

Taka hesitated for a moment and said with a look of ugly expression, "However, the situation is a bit strange. The group of Bral gray wolves were not killed by us, but fell down in the moment just now."

"Also, the bodies of these Bral gray wolf corpses emit a stinking smell, as if they had rotted for a long time, and they could not be brought back to the tribe as prey!"

Drogo frowned slightly, his face gloomy as water.

The harvest season is about to end, and the hunting team of the Tatar tribe should have returned to the tribe, but tonight it was attacked by wolves, and the situation was strange everywhere.

Seeing that the Black Mist Season was coming, this was not a good sign. Drogo made up his mind that after the hunting team returned to the tribe, he must hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to please the God of Blood Killing and allow the tribe members to gain more power to protect the tribe.

Then, Drogo and others returned to the camp.

On the distant wasteland, Enzo's eyes flashed, cutting off the shadow crow's vision. He first looked around and then returned to the camp.

After a moment, the members of the Tatar Tribe Hunting Team returned to the camp.

Due to the sudden attack of the wolf pack, the hunting team suffered considerable losses. At least ten blood warriors were bitten to death by sharp-toothed wolf, and more than half of the injured were killed.

Drogo's face looked even more ugly.

Such losses are already considered a traumatic injury for the Tatar tribe. If I had known that in the Barbarian Forest Hunting Ground, the Tatar tribe fought with the Mandy tribe in one battle, and only more than a dozen blood warriors were injured and four blood warriors were killed.

The harvest hunting this year is not going well.

"Fortunately, the fire-toothed mammoth was hunted at the beginning!" Drogo comforted himself. At the worst, the annual harvest and hunting of the Tatar tribe did not exceed ten casualties. This time, twenty blood warriors died, and almost all members of the hunting team were injured.

Fortunately, this year's prey is relatively rich, and there is also a fire-toothed mammoth as a tribute to the Gaosuo tribe.

"Brother Drogo!"

At this time, Taka, who was standing beside him, asked in a low voice, ": The injured tribe members have been placed, and the prey has been dealt with, but what should I do if the corpses of those Bral gray wolf?"

"Come on, burn it with a fire!"

Drogo frowned and sighed slightly in his heart. He had just checked the corpses of the Bral gray wolf, and all of them were rotten without exception and could not be brought back to the tribe as prey.

"I hope everything goes well in the future!"
Chapter completed!