Bringing the Farm to Live in Another World

Chapter 288: The North

Laura looked at the monitor and asked Zhao Hai, "Brother Hai, do you think they will discover anything?"

Zhao Hai smiled slightly and replied, "Impossible. Even if they do find something, it will just be the hoof prints of the Bullfighting Tribe's cavalry and some claw marks from the Jackal Tribe's cavalry. They won't find anything else. Don’t forget, I gathered everything from the scene. Now, apart from the grass, there’s nothing left."

Laura nodded and then laughed, "What do you think their reaction would be if they saw this? Suddenly increased hoof and claw prints, and the mysterious disappearance of over five thousand cavalry? What might they think?"

Zhao Hai smiled again, "That's hard to say. Looking at their expressions, they might suspect something and start looking around for clues. Right now, we just need to stay put and remain in the tent."

Their actions had been so sudden that King Xiqi and the others had never anticipated it. The grazing field where the Herculean Bull Tribe had been working was only half a day's journey from King Xiqi’s camp. At a normal pace, it would take just over an hour if they rode swiftly.

Surrounding that grassland were five thousand Bullfighting Tribe cavalry. If they charged head-on, even facing three thousand Herculean Bull Tribe cavalry, they wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.

With such a force, King Xiqi was confident that even if the strongest Tiger or Lion Tribe cavalry attacked them, as long as the human race had no more than five thousand, they could hold their ground for an hour, which would be enough time for reinforcements to arrive.

The idea of sending several thousand cavalry silently to a point only half a day away from King Xiqi's camp was simply impossible, so he believed the Herculean Bull Tribe wouldn’t escape.

However, he never imagined that someone like Zhao Hai would exist, possessing a space that defied the heavens and could silently eliminate his five thousand cavalry.

Because he didn't know Zhao Hai had such a means, King Xiqi was shocked; he had no idea who was dealing with him. The disappearance of those five thousand cavalry was too bizarre; there were almost no traces left at the scene, just some bloodstains, and nothing significant remained to be seen.

There were no traces at all, except near those camps, and other places in the grassland didn’t even show signs of being trampled. Those who attacked his camp seemed like celestial beings who suddenly descended from the sky, flattened his camp, packed up the garbage, and then flew away.

The absence of any clues left everyone in King Xiqi’s territory with a headache. In the end, with no other choice, King Xiqi had to dispatch all the forces he could muster to search for clues, while he himself sought out the prophet in their tribe.

In tribes like King Xiqi’s, there were always prophets seated, and he had five prophets in his command, all from the Water Buffalo Tribe.

To be precise, in the entire Tauren race, prophets primarily came from the Water Buffalo Tribe because other sub-tribes of the Tauren race generally did not produce prophets, and prophets from other races wouldn’t come to the Tauren. This was also a tradition among the orc tribes; only true war tribes like the Tiger or Lion Tribes would have prophets from other races, while ordinary battle tribes employed prophets from their own sub-tribes.

King Xiqi approached the prophets not for anything else but to understand how his tribe would fare in the future. He didn’t inquire about who would save them, as prophets were not gods and couldn’t possess that knowledge.

Among the five prophets under King Xiqi, one was particularly famous among the orcs. This person, named Blue Jack, was an early prophet from the Water Buffalo Tribe, renowned for having successfully predicted a significant drought on the Orc Prairie several years ago. That year, the prairie indeed experienced a severe drought, which propelled Blue Jack to fame across the entire Orc Prairie.