Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 266: Shocking News, the Old Camp is Lost
Zhao Hai's understanding of the Orc Prairie was still too limited. He did not know that the area of the Orc Prairie was not smaller than that of the human race's territory, and it truly could be called a boundless grassland.
Wells looked towards the northeast and sighed, "Our Herculean Bull Tribe's old camp has been there for nearly a thousand years. It used to be called Meili, but now people have forgotten that name. They only remember it as our old camp, so it is called Bull King Camp."
Wells felt quite complicated at the moment. To be honest, the Herculean Bull Tribe was stronger in the past than it is now. Even the most powerful tribe on the prairie, the tiger tribe, would not dare to easily offend the Herculean Bull Tribe.
But now the Herculean Bull Tribe was no longer as formidable. Even their subordinate, the Bullfighting Tribe, dared to challenge the authority of the Herculean Bull Tribe, which saddened Wells deeply.
Gaso's actions only added to the Herculean Bull Tribe's woes. Wells really did not know what to say about Gaso. Sometimes he acted quite intelligently, but looking at what he was doing now, it was hard to say he was very clever.
To be honest, Zhao Hai really liked this vast grassland. The orcs living on the prairie did not have lives as romantic as people imagined; they were busy throughout the year. However, for Zhao Hai, none of this mattered. He had his own space, where he could rest at night and enjoy the blue sky, white clouds, and endless green grass during the day. That feeling was truly wonderful.
At that moment, a cry of an eagle came from the sky. Zhao Hai and Wells both looked up; it was one of the five Blood Eagles that Zhao Hai had given to Wells.
Wells had already learned to observe the flight trajectory of the Blood Eagles. They were incredibly important to him, so much so that he wanted to hold one even while sleeping.
After watching the Blood Eagle for a while, Wells felt relieved and turned to Zhao Hai, saying, "Fifty people. It seems that Bogu and the others have returned. I wonder how things are in the tribe now."
Zhao Hai nodded, "There should not be any major issues. We will know once they come back."
Just as he finished speaking, a sound of hooves echoed from afar. Fifty riders were galloping towards them; it was the fifty riders that Wells had sent to scout the minotaur tribe territory.
Bogu was the leader of these fifty riders. He was a rare clever person among the tauren, which is why Wells had chosen him to lead the team.
When Bogu and the others approached, Wells was taken aback. It wasn't that Bogu and his men looked particularly disheveled; in fact, they showed no signs of having been attacked. What truly puzzled Wells was the expression on their faces, which looked as if they had just lost a loved one.
Seeing Bogu's expression, Wells felt a sudden jolt in his heart. He knew something serious must have happened in the tribe; otherwise, Bogu and the others would not look like this.
Soon, Bogu and the others reached Wells. As they got within ten meters of him, Bogu rolled off his bull, landing on the ground and crying loudly, unable to utter a single word. The other riders also jumped off their bulls and knelt down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Wells jumped off his bull and walked over to Bogu, kicking him over on the ground and shouting, "What are you crying about? Speak! What exactly happened?"
Bogu lay on the ground for a while before finally managing to get up. He clutched Wells's big foot and said, "Master, the Herculean Bull Tribe is gone! The old camp has been lost! It's all gone!"
Wells felt a buzzing in his head, as if he had been hit by the Bullfighting Tribe's wolf tooth club. However, he quickly steadied his emotions and looked at Bogu, "What exactly happened? Speak quickly!"
At that moment, Mendez and Yale also walked over, their faces pale as they stared at Bogu, wanting to know what had happened and why such a thing had occurred in such a short time.