Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 299: Blizzard
As Zhao Hai watched the tribe prepare, he knew the time for the attack was approaching. His heart raced with excitement; this was the first time he was witnessing a massive battle with hundreds of thousands of people involved—how could he not be excited?
Zhao Hai and his companions were also busy preparing. They understood that the day of vengeance was not far away. Just as they were occupied in their tent, the tent flap was suddenly lifted, and Wells entered, bringing with him a gust of cold wind. Despite wearing thick clothing, Laura and the others couldn't help but shrink their necks.
Wells laughed heartily at their reactions, saying, "Laura, you all need to adapt quickly to this temperature. The coldest time on the grassland is yet to come!"
Laura's face turned pale as she shook her head, "I don't think I can adapt. If it gets any colder, I fear I might freeze to death."
Wells laughed again and turned to Zhao Hai, saying, “Zhao Hai, come with me. The Elder Supreme wants to see you.”
Zhao Hai was taken aback; he hadn't expected that the Elder Supreme of the Herculean Bull Tribe wanted to meet him. The Elder Supreme was a ninth-level expert, not someone everyone could just meet.
However, Zhao Hai quickly composed himself and nodded, "Alright, let's go quickly, so we don’t keep the Elder Supreme waiting." Wells nodded and followed Zhao Hai outside.
Though Zhao Hai didn't have a strong physique, he wasn't afraid of the cold, likely due to his previous life in northern China, where winters were also harsh. He had already acclimated to such temperatures.
The two soon arrived outside Wells’ tent. Wells didn’t stand on ceremony; he lifted the tent flap and entered, and Zhao Hai followed him inside.
Mendez and Yale were sitting in the tent, both appearing submissive and meek. At the same time, Zhao Hai noticed an elder sitting inside. This elder, dressed simply, was tall and robust, sitting there like a mountain. Although his eyes were closed, Zhao Hai could sense that nothing could escape his awareness.
Upon entering the tent, Wells became cautious, slowing his step as he approached the elder, speaking softly, "Elder, Zhao Hai has arrived."
Zhao Hai stepped forward and saluted the elder, "Zhao Hai pays his respects to the Elder Supreme."
The elder slowly opened his eyes and scrutinized Zhao Hai before smiling slightly, "You may rise, young man. I need to thank you for the healing medicine you sent me."
Zhao Hai quickly replied, "Elder, you’re too polite. It’s my honor to help."
The elder smiled lightly at Zhao Hai, "Since you are a brother of the decapitation blood oath with Wells, you can be considered as one of our Herculean Bull Tribe people. I won’t stand on ceremony with you. Young man, remember, now that you are one of us, you must always remember that the Herculean Bull Tribe has its pride. This pride is something you must protect with your life, even at the cost of death. Can you do that?"
Zhao Hai was taken aback and didn’t understand why the elder asked this, but he still replied seriously, "I can, I will do it."
The elder nodded and glanced at Wells, who bowed to the elder and stepped aside. He picked up a battle flag that had been prepared in advance and handed it to Zhao Hai, saying, "Zhao Hai, this battle flag is the Bull Head Royal Flag. It can only be used by the royal family of the tauren tribe. Now, only the clan leader and the prince consort of our Herculean Bull Tribe can use this flag. From today on, you are the prince consort of our Herculean Bull Tribe."
Zhao Hai was stunned; he hadn't expected that Wells and the others had come to give him this royal flag. This flag represented not only his recognition by the Herculean Bull Tribe but also defined his status as a prince consort among the people of the grassland.
At this critical moment, the prince consort flag also represented a responsibility. The Herculean Bull Tribe was about to counterattack, and bestowing this flag upon Zhao Hai signified their confidence in victory and their absolute trust in him.