Published: March 12, 2025
Chapter 310: Our Own Kingdom
As soon as Zhao Hai exited King Xiqi's camp, he immediately summoned the undead beings back. He feared that the people might misunderstand him. Outside the camp, Skoni, who was waiting for Wells and Zhao Hai, quickly led his troops over to protect Wells.
Wells had already told Skoni to be ready to assist them when they entered the camp with King Xiqi. Therefore, Skoni had been nervously paying attention to the situation inside the camp for some time, even refraining from drinking the milk wine sent by King Xiqi.
It was a good thing he didn’t drink it because the milk wine sent by King Xiqi was also poisoned. If they had drunk it, Zhao Hai would have had to detoxify them after he emerged.
Of course, this was also due to the life essence added to the lamb soup they consumed, granting them some resistance to toxins. Otherwise, they might have succumbed to the poison before Zhao Hai could have come out.
After securing Wells, Skoni did not advance immediately; instead, he slightly retreated to reorganize the formation.
Zhao Hai's cart also moved to the back. He knew that even though he could use the undead beings to annihilate King Xiqi, Wells certainly wouldn’t want that. Wells preferred to settle their own matters, so Zhao Hai did not participate in the attack and instead moved to the rear.
Wells glared at King Xiqi’s large camp, his eyes filled with cold light, and said in a deep voice, “My kin, this ungrateful scoundrel, King Xiqi, has completely betrayed us; he has colluded with the church of light and even attempted to poison me. My kin, I now declare that the Bullfighting Tribe is to be demoted to a slave tribe! Charge! Kill them!”
After saying this, he picked up his great axe and swung it forward. The cavalry of the Herculean Bull Tribe also raised their great axes and screamed as they charged towards King Xiqi’s camp.
Last time, when they fought the Bullfighting Tribe in the old camp, they did not cause much damage to the tents because they were in their own territory. This time was different; they were attacking in King Xiqi’s camp. They wouldn’t feel any pain if they destroyed all the tents, so this charge was without any hesitation, and they held nothing back.
This time, Zhao Hai witnessed the terrifying aspect of the Herculean Bull Tribe's charge. Regardless if it was people, carts, or tents, anything in their path was utterly crushed, and their impact was no less than that of tanks.
Zhao Hai did not hurry; he quietly observed from the back. He did not bring Laura and the others with him on this expedition, but that did not mean he could not see them. Zhao Hai left the Evil Spirit Staff at the old camp; if he wanted to see Laura, he could return there at any time, and Laura and the others could appear by his side through space.
Zhao Hai knew that this battle might be the last significant battle he would experience on the prairie this year. After this battle, they would return to the human race continent and then head towards the Roson Empire.
Zhao Hai was confident that King Xiqi would surely be defeated. King Xiqi’s forces were already fewer than Wells's, and their combat power was not as strong as Wells's. Now, Wells and his troops were riding high on victory, filled with morale, while King Xiqi’s subordinates showed signs of faltering when facing the Herculean Bull Tribe. In such circumstances, the combat power of both sides was not even comparable, and King Xiqi was bound to lose.
What Zhao Hai wanted to see now was how Wells would deal with the ordinary orcs in King Xiqi's tribe. Just then, a loud voice suddenly rang out from inside King Xiqi’s camp: “Kneel and surrender, and you shall not be killed! Kneel and surrender, and you shall not be killed!”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hai felt completely at ease. This voice was not from one person, but from all the cavalry of the Herculean Bull Tribe. With this call, those Bullfighting Tribe members who were reluctant to fight would likely not attack Wells and his men; they would surely surrender.