Drogo was furious and growled, ": You actually deceived me, damn it!"

Old Moore's heart trembled, but when he saw two blood warriors present in the Mandy tribe, he calmed down and retreated as if nothing had happened.

"Hmph! Everything is clear now."

Orenze 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 hatred from twenty years ago is now time to calculate it."

After saying that, Orenze waved his hand.

The blood warriors of the Mandy tribe suddenly burst out with a roar, and all the members entered a state of combat and rushed towards Drogo and others.

"Fight!" Drogo yelled.

In order to set up a trap here, the Mandy tribe has been planning for a long time. All the blood warriors in the tribe were dispatched in full swing, almost twice the number of those of the Tatar tribe.

"Go to die, Drogo!"

The burly and powerful man Beilu roared and waved a two-meter-long machete. Two blood patterns on his chest trembled like a small snake. He controlled the iron armored beast and rushed towards Drogo.

Twenty years ago, during the war between the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe, Beiru's father was killed by Drogo, so Beiru was extremely eager for revenge. After practicing continuously for twenty years, he finally became the youngest red-banded warrior in the Solu Plain.

Sharp!

The bronze spear collided with the machete, making a crisp sound. Drogo's arm suddenly exerted force, directly shocking Beiru from the iron armored beast.

"Belu, go away!"

Seeing this scene, Orenze roared and rushed towards Drogo. The red warrior's blood and energy burst out, and a boiling red color suddenly appeared on his skin, like a layer of heat.

The weapon used by Orenze was two short bronze knives, both blocking forward, forked Drogo's bronze spear, and Beiru, who fell to the ground, immediately rolled and avoided.

"Is this the Three-blooded Red-Text Warrior?"

Getting up from the ground, a hint of unwillingness appeared on Beiru's face. Whether the red-banded warrior is powerful is mainly calculated based on the number of blood lines on his body. The more blood lines you have, the stronger the qi and blood will become.

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

"Leave Drogo to me!"

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

"Yes! Uncle Orenze."

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

For a moment, the Tatar tribe and the Mandy tribe fought fiercely. The three-blooded red-banded warriors were equally powerful, and the battle between the two was not enough. The ordinary blood warriors could not interfere in the battle between them.

On the other hand, the Mandy people led by the red warrior Beirut completely gained the upper hand. He still seemed very relaxed when facing the siege of ten Tatar tribe blood warriors at the same time.

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Chapter completed!