Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 296: Half-War Tribe
On a somewhat yellowed grassland, a massive convoy of carriages was moving forward. The total number of carriages had exceeded two thousand, with more than a thousand being large carts used by the orcs, and the remaining thousand being smaller carts employed by the human race.
Surrounding the convoy was a cavalry guard of nearly ten thousand from the Herculean Bull Tribe, and at the very front of the convoy was a horse-drawn carriage, adorned with two orc battle flags—one from the big-bellied pig tribe and the other from the Giant Horned Mighty Bull Tribe.
Around this carriage, a large group of individuals from the Herculean Bull Tribe followed closely, all dressed in cloaks that indicated their high status.
Zhao Hai sat in the carriage, looking at Wells beside him and said helplessly, "Big brother, can't you drink a little less? If you finish all the wine, what are we going to use as gifts later?"
Wells was currently holding a leather bag, taking swigs of wine intermittently, which left Zhao Hai feeling quite exasperated. Ever since drinking the milk wine Zhao Hai had brought, Wells had hardly stopped, constantly holding a wine bag in his hand no matter the time.
Wells glared at Zhao Hai and said, "Who told you to have such good wine and not let me drink? Hmph, and you still want to give it to others. I intend to drink my fill first!"
Hearing this, Laura and the others laughed. Yale, riding beside the carriage, also chuckled, knowing that Wells was joking. However, to be honest, the wine Zhao Hai brought was indeed too fragrant, even making Yale, who wasn't usually greedy for drink, a little tempted.
Zhao Hai shook his head helplessly and turned to Wells, "Big brother, is it okay if only Sixth Brother stays back at home?"
Wells smiled slightly and replied, "No problem. Sixth Brother is very skilled at arranging logistics. Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."
Zhao Hai nodded, "For this winter operation, I think we should prepare more wine. It's too cold in winter, and whether it's humans or magical beasts, it's best to drink a little less before the big battle, to avoid getting frostbitten."
Wells's eyes gleamed coldly as he said, "Don’t worry, I have it all arranged. This time we're risking it all. I've already ordered them to kill all the mountain goats in the tribe and turn them into battle rations. Starting now, we are implementing a ban on wine. All milk wine will be controlled, waiting for the time of battle to be used uniformly. This time, if we cannot reclaim the old camp, I would rather see the Herculean Bull Tribe vanish from the grassland!"
There was a hint of determination in Wells's words. Just as he said, this time the Herculean Bull Tribe was all in, and the entire tribe was holding back their energy, betting their entire fortune. If they failed this time, the Herculean Bull Tribe would never have a chance to rise again.
Zhao Hai noticed that Wells indeed had a touch of madness, but that was exactly what the Herculean Bull Tribe needed right now. Sighing, Zhao Hai asked, "Has Second Sister or Third Sister mentioned the situation with Eldest Sister and Fourth Sister?"
Wells nodded, "Yes, they died. The clan leader of the Bullfighting Tribe ordered their execution, not just them, but all the servants who accompanied them were also executed. Only the old and weak who couldn't escape during the defeat were captured and turned into slaves. This time, I must kill all the Bullfighting Tribe men taller than the wheels."
Zhao Hai didn’t say anything. He knew that such slaughter was very common among orcs, but he still said, "Big brother, isn't it unnecessary to go this far with King Xiqi?"
Wells was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "It is indeed possible to show some mercy towards King Xiqi, but he must die. Little Hai, you must turn all the fallen Bullfighting Tribe members into undead beings, making them your slaves."
Zhao Hai smiled wryly, "Big brother, that’s hundreds of thousands of them. Do you really want to do that?"