Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 262: Cleaning Up After Drinking
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When Yale saw the performance of Wells and Gasol, he knew that the negotiations had broken down. He turned to Zhao Hai and said, "It seems the talks have collapsed; we are preparing to take action."
Zhao Hai smiled slightly and replied, "It's not a big deal. Most of the people following Gasol are from the Bullfighting Tribe. This is better for me; I can act without restraint. To be honest, I really don't want to confront the Herculean Bull Tribe."
Yale looked at Zhao Hai and smiled faintly, "The more I observe you, the more I feel you resemble a tauren. On the Orc Prairie, the strength of a race isn't solely determined by the prowess of their royalty; it's more about the overall strength of the race. Whether it's the Bullfighting Tribe or the Herculean Bull Tribe, they seem to overlook this fact. Our water buffalo tribe understands this well, but because of our prophet, we may gain respect, but when it really comes to the interests of a race, they rarely listen to us. Therefore, even if we advise them, it’s of no use. You may not want to confront the Herculean Bull Tribe, but you’re looking to deal with the Bullfighting Tribe. Although this seems to eliminate some of the living forces on the prairie, from another angle, it’s a good thing. The Bullfighting Tribe is too powerful; they will inevitably clash with the Herculean Bull Tribe. The Bullfighting Tribe and the Herculean Bull Tribe are the two strongest races among the tauren. If they don't have conflicts, the tauren will become even stronger. The only way to prevent their conflicts is to ensure one side is overwhelmingly stronger than the other, so the other side wouldn't dare to contend."
Zhao Hai smiled slightly and said, "I haven't thought that much. I'm only considering my elder brother. The tauren is a large race; relying solely on the Herculean Bull Tribe won't work. Their branch races also need to be strong for the entire Bullfighting Race to become more powerful. However, the situation on the prairie is that only a powerful race can lead the entire race. If there are constant internal conflicts within a race, how could they become strong?"
Zhao Hai paused for a moment as he recalled China before the War of Resistance; it was precisely because of warlords fighting for power, industrial backwardness, and the lack of unified management that they fell behind the world, ultimately paying a painful price to drive away the invaders. If the tauren kept fighting like this, the end result wouldn’t be much better.
To make the tauren truly strong, there is only one way: there must be one king who cannot be shaken. Therefore, they must strike against the Bullfighting Tribe!
Of course, Zhao Hai's actions weren't solely for Wells. Although he was a blood oath brother, he wasn't selfless enough to clear all obstacles for Wells.
His actions were also for himself. Right now, he had the best relationships with two people on the prairie: one was Wells, and the other was Spill. Spill, needless to say, his tribe was too small, and such a tribe could be wiped out at any time. Their only assistance to Zhao Hai was perhaps the friendship flag.
Wells was different; he was of royal blood and was currently vying for the position of clan leader. As long as he became the clan leader and could clear all obstacles to become a strong leader of the tauren, the benefits Zhao Hai would gain would be unimaginable.
Though Zhao Hai and Yale were chatting within the alien's body, they were also paying attention to the situation in the field. As the sky grew darker, it was clear that night battles were not suitable for the prairie. Zhao Hai wondered if Gasol would launch an attack tonight. However, he wasn't worried; the night had little impact on him.
His subordinates were all undead beings, and undead beings were the kings of the dark. For them, light was irrelevant; in fact, darkness was preferable. They were the best night combat troops.