Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 264: Two Knives
Gasol was running wildly, followed only by dozens of guards, all from the Herculean Bull Tribe. Aside from these guards, there was no one else around him, not a single person.
Two thousand iron cavalry, annihilated!
Gasol felt as if he were still dreaming, a nightmare at that. Why were his two thousand iron cavalry defeated in one encounter by four thousand undead beings? Was it possible that he wasn't leading two thousand cavalry but two thousand mountain goats instead?
In the final moments, if it hadn't been for his guards fighting to break through with him, he might have already died amidst the chaos. Just thinking about the attacks from those undead beings still made Gasol shiver.
At the same time, Gasol thought about another point: he had been defeated by Wells this time. What would happen next? What kind of actions would Wells take? Would he lead those undead beings back to the tribe to attack?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Gasol became. Another thing that troubled him greatly was the loss of one thousand five hundred Bullfighting Tribe warriors. These one thousand five hundred men were borrowed, and now they were all dead. How would the Bullfighting Tribe react?
Most importantly, the five hundred warriors from the Herculean Bull Tribe who had accompanied him were his most loyal subordinates, his most powerful weapon. This time, they were nearly all wiped out. Without such a reliable force, his future days would only become harder.
Thinking of this made Gasol feel like crying; his losses this time were too great, to the point where he could hardly bear them.
In contrast, Zhao Hai had gained a lot this time. One thousand five hundred Bullfighting Tribe warriors, not a single one escaped, all became Zhao Hai's new subordinates. As for the remaining soldiers from the Herculean Bull Tribe, Zhao Hai did not touch them. He had to give Wells some face. No matter whose subordinates these Herculean Bull Tribe warriors were, they were still members of the Herculean Bull Tribe, and Zhao Hai could not go too far.
Wells was also pleased with Zhao Hai's actions; in his view, these Herculean Bull Tribe warriors deserved the respect they were owed.
Thus, Wells buried these Herculean Bull Tribe warriors along with their mounts, but their weapons were confiscated because the Orc Prairie lacked iron, and they could not afford to waste it.
What disappointed Zhao Hai a bit was that this attack left no living mounts, neither from the Bullfighting Tribe nor the Herculean Bull Tribe. This made Zhao Hai miss an opportunity to add new animals to his space.
However, thinking about the one thousand five hundred Bullfighting Tribe warriors made Zhao Hai happy. He already had seven thousand undead beings under his command, which was enough for him. He could use those magical beast undead beings as guards at Iron Mountain Fortress. Even so, he had enough manpower at his disposal.
In fact, if Zhao Hai wanted to, with his current strength, even revealing his identity as a member of the budah family would not make anyone easily move against him. Even with the Church of Light as an enemy, he had nothing to fear. With his space, he did not need to worry about his safety at all. He should actually enjoy fighting, because every time he fought, he would receive new subordinates, a new undead army. As long as he was willing, the number of undead armies would keep growing, and then he would have nothing to fear from anyone.
But he didn’t want to do that. To be honest, Zhao Hai felt a bit uneasy about extensively using undead beings. The Chinese believe in resting in peace; if it weren't for his and his people’s safety, Zhao Hai would even be reluctant to use undead beings, especially humanoid ones.
Moreover, he did not like war. He knew that if his identity were discovered, it would definitely lead to a war, a war against him, and many people would die. He did not want to become a sinner on the mainland.
Currently, only those nobles were making things difficult for him, but for him, it was not a big deal. If he didn't want to fight, he could just hide. But if a war broke out because of him, those who hated him would not just be the nobles; the common people would also hate him, and he did not want that.