Published: March 12, 2025
CHAPTER 267: Who Exactly Is It?
However, Wells also knew that being the clan leader now was not an easy task. The people of the Herculean Bull Tribe had been driven out by the Bullfighting Tribe, and they were certainly lacking food and clothing. Under these circumstances, he had taken on the role of clan leader while also bearing the hatred of the Herculean Bull Tribe, so it was easy to imagine the huge difficulties he would face.
But Wells never thought of retreating, nor could he. He was a member of the Herculean Bull Tribe and still a prince. His roots lay in the Herculean Bull Tribe; if the tribe prospered, he would naturally earn the respect of others. If the tribe faltered, he would be nothing.
Zhao Hai nodded and said, "I also think this is a good opportunity. However, big brother, you will certainly face many difficulties. There's not much I can do to help you. How about this: Laura, you guys give me the Spatial Bags, and big brother, you also give me the Spatial Bags."
Wells and the others understood what Zhao Hai was planning and handed over the Spatial Bags without hesitation. Zhao Hai didn't say anything further and directly filled the bags with food, filling all six Spatial Bags to the brim.
After filling the six bags with food, Zhao Hai handed them over to Wells and said, "Take these first, big brother. Once you find your people, take the food out right away and have the Blood Eagle return to me for more supplies. We must stabilize the situation first."
Wells accepted the bags without any pretense. He patted Zhao Hai's shoulder heartily, saying, "Brother, I won't say much more. We'll rest here for a day, and tomorrow we leave right away. Any news, we will contact each other as quickly as possible via the Blood Eagle."
Zhao Hai nodded, "If you need any supplies, just let me know. I can have the Blood Eagle take the Spatial Bags back to my territory for procurement. The Herculean Bull Tribe is at its most difficult time now and needs a lot of supplies. You must hold on. By the way, when you return later, please help me draw a map. I don't want to search all over for King Xiqi."
Wells smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, brother. I'll take care of it." He then turned to Bogu and the others, saying, "Stop howling and stand up. Our Herculean Bull Tribe hasn't been completely wiped out. Remember, as long as the Herculean Bull Tribe exists, we are the royal clan of the tauren, and we always will be."
Bogu and the others all stood up, their faces fierce with determination. Wells nodded, filled with fighting spirit because he had Zhao Hai's support. The food from Zhao Hai became his lifeline.
In the Orc Prairie, having food means being able to achieve many things. Just as Zhao Hai said, the Herculean Bull Tribe was indeed at its most difficult time. They had even lost their old camp, and with two senior elders, one dead and one injured, it was only natural for him, as a blood oath brother, to lend a hand to Wells.
Zhao Hai glanced at Wells and suddenly thought of something. He immediately took out two items from his Spatial Bag, both neatly bottled, and handed them to Wells.
Wells looked at the two bottles in confusion. One seemed to contain water, while the other held a pink liquid, and he had no idea what they were.
Zhao Hai said to Wells, "Big brother, one of these bottles contains the Elixir of Life, which Mr. Yale gave me before. I can't use it, but the pot Mr. Yale gave me is beautiful, so I kept it. The other bottle contains a healing potion. Just now, Bogu mentioned that your senior elder was injured. I hope these two items can help heal him. Without the support of a senior elder, dealing with the Bullfighting Tribe won't be easy."
The potion Zhao Hai referred to was actually magic peach juice. He had one left after Galen used one, and now he gave it to Wells.
Wells looked at Zhao Hai, truly at a loss for words. The help Zhao Hai provided was immense; he had even brought out the Elixir of Life, making it impossible for him to repay Zhao Hai’s kindness with anything.