At this moment, Enzo's heart suddenly moved.

Through dozens of shadow crows flying over the Solu Plain, Enzo was always paying attention to the movements of the plains. One of the shadow crows came to the border of the barbaric forest in the sight of the eyes.

"Pramo Tribe..." Enzo murmured to himself.

In the view of Shadow Crow, a small tribe appeared, located on the border of the barbaric forest, with only dozens of houses located, which seemed a bit dilapidated, with less than five hundred members of the tribe.

That was the Pramo tribe.

During this year's harvest hunting period, the Pramo tribe colluded with the Mandi tribe to lure the hunting team of the Tatar tribe to the barbaric forest hunting ground, intending to resolve decades of hatred in one fell swoop, but it ended in failure.

The Pramo tribe also became the enemy of the Tatar tribe.

According to Drogo and Karu's plan, it is not certain whether to go to war with the Mandi tribe when the recovery season comes next year, but the Pramo tribe must be eradicated as a warning to the Mandi tribe.

After all, the Pramo tribe is very weak, and the number of blood warriors in the tribe is no more than 30. At the same time, there are no red-textured warriors in charge. Drogo can wipe this tribe out of the Solu Plain with his own strength.

"It seems that Drogo's plan is about to fail."

Enzo's eyes flashed slightly, and he stared at the Pramo tribe below through the shadow crow's vision.

At this time, there was chaos in the Pramo tribe.

Unlike the carnival after the harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe, the harvest hunting of the Pramo tribe has also ended, but before they could hold a harvest hunting, they were terrible attacks.

"Who will save us!"

"Quick! Message the Mandy Tribe!"

"Help!"

"The great blood-killing god is above you, please save your people!"
Chapter completed!