The tribes of the Dora Plains have no fixed territory, and basically all tribes migrate once or twice a year.

However, the stronger the tribe, the more temporary territory will always be occupied, and vice versa, the weaker tribe will also have a smaller territory. Some tribes will not have a larger territory than ordinary herds.

When a tribe takes root, the first thing to consider is sustenance, and the other is external defense.

Provision is a major problem, and defense is a top priority.

This is not only against other tribes, there are very few wars between tribes and tribes on the Dora Plains, and there are many, many cases of wild beasts attacking tribes, almost every month, or even every day.

Therefore, every young man of the tribe is the best hunter and warrior.

And from the patrol range of a tribe, you can see the strength of this tribe.

The Takr tribe is not strong, with a total population of just over two hundred, which is smaller than the tribe in Nepalt, but it has a shaman, although it is not as good as the son of the wind in Nepalt, but it is also a rare spellcaster with special powers.

Therefore, the Takr tribe can occupy a place in the Dora Plains, instead of following the crowd and possibly being wiped out at any time.

Shaman, which should be regarded as the most common spellcaster in the Dora Plains, is almost all over the larger tribes, and there is more than one, such as the tribe of Nepal, there used to be a shaman, but when he was twelve years old in Nepal, he died of old age.

The shaman's powers, completely healative, with little destructive power, are of limited help to Nepal, especially in the current situation, but he has no choice, and this is at least a way out.

If he had a choice, he would not have caused trouble. After all, he is not a naturally evil person, and he will only do anything when he has no choice at all.

Soon, Nepal discovered the patrol post of the Takr tribe, the man had good eyesight, and he found the embarrassed Nepal from afar, and immediately transmitted the signal of vigilance, and then pulled out his bow and arrow, aiming at the arrogant golden flame beast behind Nepal.

The warrior of the tribe is indeed not timid, this person is still an old acquaintance of Nepal, and it seems that he is an admirer of him, and at this time he is also worthy of his idol, and he launched a futile attack on the golden flame beast without hesitation.

The arrows that broke through the sky were powerful, but they didn't hit at all, and the speed of the Golden Flame Beast was too fast.

Fierce winds and heat waves rushed one after another, and the warrior who was absolutely elite outside fell straight down, already burned to char!

Nepal was cold-hearted, although he had long realized that it would be difficult for ordinary tribal warriors to hurt the Golden Flame Beast, but it was really speechless to be swept away by the aftermath so easily.

According to Nepal's idea, no matter how strong the Golden Flame Beast is, as long as it is surrounded by dozens or hundreds of warriors, it can also be strangled, which is his conclusion of pushing one or the other.

Of course, it is not clear now, after all, dealing with one person is a completely different situation than dealing with ten or a hundred people.

If there are many people, it can be ordered successively, gathering for defense, gathering for attack, and gathering for shooting!

Unless the strength is really strong to a certain limit, as long as you can still be injured, the number of people is definitely meaningful.

Ignoring nothing else, Nepal stormed the rudimentary wall built by the Tak tribe with his head covered.

The Tucker tribe was similar to the other tribes, except for a simple wooden wall, which was almost entirely a tent for people to live in.

In the largest tent to the east, the patriarch of the Tucker tribe had just completed a communication ritual with the help of a shaman.

This is the biggest secret of the Tucker tribe, and successive generations of patriarchs have been secretly passing down some kind of ritual that can communicate with other "Tucker" tribes in the heteroplane. There is no parallel space in this world, but with this similar conceptual cognition, the patriarch of the Tucker tribe cannot be said to be completely ignorant of this.

Although this ritual lacks stability and has not received much help from the other world so far, it is better than nothing, and it is undoubtedly a good hole card.

It is important to know that unlike other sacrificial rituals and other activities, this kind of communication ritual does not require any additional effort or consumption of any precious materials, so it is inherently beneficial and costly.

Montata opened his eyes, undoubtedly full of surprise.

This is the tenth communication ritual he has performed since he succeeded to the throne of the patriarch, but it is the only one that has been successful, and the first one for him!

A certain distant plane, a seemingly powerful Tucker tribe, provided him with a new martial arts routine, and it was said that he could even exercise extraordinary strength.

Of course, this does not have much credibility, mainly because the rules of the two worlds are too different, and what is effective in the other world may not be in this world. Besides, this does not take into account the possibility that the other party is deliberately deceiving.

But Montata was very happy, because it proved that the path worked, and the ritual of communication was still a special means reserved for the Tucker tribe.

"Huh?"

Beside Montata, Igu, a shaman who was also full of joy in his heart, suddenly looked in a certain direction in horror.

The tall Montata was still immersed in joy, and soon stood up, as if he felt something!

"Nepaleh! That's Nepale's power!"

"Oh no! behind him is..."

"Damn !!"

Montata roared angrily and directly overturned the prop table used for the communication ritual.

He tore up his battle suit, then picked up the long axe placed on the weapon rack, and rushed out of the tent!

The situation outside made Montata's eyes split.

The flames were burning, and the beasts were raging in the homeland, and the golden flame beasts had already been attacked in groups, but they had also caused heavy damage that the entire tribe could not bear.

In just a short period of time, at least dozens of people have been killed or wounded.

Although this golden flame beast did not continue to use a wide range of destructive abilities for some reason, the aftermath of the battle was enough to cause the casualties around it to continue to increase.

What made Montata most angry was that Nepalt, the son of the wind, who seemed to be fighting hard with the Golden Flame Beast, was actually using the power of the wind to share all the damage caused to him by the Golden Flame Beast to the surrounding tribal warriors who were still a little caught off guard!

If it weren't for the destruction of their homeland, there would be no retreat, but I am afraid that those soldiers would have withdrawn a long time ago, and they would not continue to be meat pads and fools.

But now, they have no way back, and even Montata has no choice!

"Nepal Special !!"

Montata let out an angry roar, not to mention this man's current despicable and shameless practices, just that he lured the Golden Flame Beast into his own tribe, this is an absolute mortal enemy, no matter how many friendships there were before, it was useless!

Of course, after all, he did not angrily order to besiege Nepal together, this order would only make the situation worse, besides, their previous relationship with Nepalite's tribe was not a blood feud after all, but a good relationship.

This is probably what Nepal has thought about, even if the people of the Tak tribe are angry, they will not completely lose their minds.

Regardless of whether it will turn against each other in the future, whether there is an after-the-autumn settlement or not, let's talk about it after passing the current hurdle first.

Montata gritted his teeth and swallowed blood, directly picked up the giant axe, jumped several meters, and flew towards the unstoppable Golden Flame Beast!

Syllable!

With a loud bang, Montata's giant axe was blocked by the claws of the Golden Flame Beast, but this beast, which could not be stopped at all, shook slightly and was shot to the ground!

The blood spilled from Montata's mouth was obviously even more uncomfortable, but this result has already been blinded even by Nepal.

This patriarch of the Tucker tribe obviously also has special abilities, which no one knows at all, and he is really hiding it so deeply!

There was a hint of worry in Nepal's heart, and then he immediately realized that now was not the time to pit his teammates, and immediately used his mana again, controlling the wind energy, and on the one hand, he wrapped many wind obstacles around the golden flame beast, making some obstacles that were better than nothing, and on the other hand, he also blessed himself and Montata!

The power of the wind is not really good at tackling tough problems, but it is definitely the most changeable and suitable for all kinds of emergencies.

In the sky, a person crouched on the back of the giant eagle, silently watching.

This is one of the four spellcasters that Ling Qi is currently in charge of, except for Arthur, and the weakest of them!

But his ability is very special, he can talk to animals, and after several times the increase, he can also get some favorability gains when communicating with animals. That is, he is very easy to befriend with animals, whether they are harmless small animals or less ferocious beasts.

Of course, this ability is not to control or enslave, but only to communicate, so he can't just drive animals to death, and even having animals help them fight, or trying to make animals do anything, may affect the animal's senses for him.

This ability is very difficult to use, and it is only when Ling Qi's consciousness is possessed that it begins to shine.

"Yes, this is it, let's go down. ”

Lan Ling said lightly, took out a cyan fruit from his pocket and threw it down.

The giant eagle chirped, swooped down, opened its mouth to eat the little fruit that was in free fall, and then called out in comfort, obviously very happy.

If the original Lanling had been replaced, there would have been no such means to make the animals obey, but in a short period of time, Ling Qi's understanding of this world and the knowledge he gained had surpassed the accumulation of hundreds of lifetimes in Lanling.

When they become power, of course they can turn decay into magic.

The arrival of the giant eagle has undoubtedly made the battlefield a little changed and a little more variable.

In fact, this variable is not big, after all, the giant eagle is still an ordinary large beast, not a strange beast, barely able to be ridden, if it really fights, it is probably weaker and better than the spirit bird that is not good at fighting, and it will not be the opponent of the golden flame beast.

But it's a new force after all!

When people are desperate, they have to grasp even straw, let alone a rope that still looks decent.