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The orcs were simple, but there were politics between the simple races. Wells had interacted with the Mastiff race a few times before, but they were on equal footing. Although the Mastiff race had helped them a lot, they were both Kings. Wells was grateful to the Mastiff race, but he didnât feel inferior to them.
This was like having two good friends. If one good friendâs life was slightly better, he would always be able to help you a little. Although you would be grateful to him, you would not feel that you were inferior to him. In the past, the herculean bull clan and the Mastiff clan had been in such a situation.
But now, everything had changed. They were now refugees, refugees who had lost their homes. Under such circumstances, they no longer had the qualifications to be on equal footing with the Mastiff race. How would the Mastiff race treat them? He needed to think about this carefully.
Weyers closed his eyes and thought about this quietly. He had to calculate how much money he had now. To be honest, it wasnât much. He didnât know how many people from the herculean bull tribe had escaped this time. He didnât know how the herculean bull tribe was doing. He didnât know how many resources and lambs they had left. He didnât know anything.
The only capital he had now was the food that Zhao Hai provided him. An endless supply of food was his last resort.
Weyers raised his head and looked at Yale.âIt seems that the only thing we can offer is little Haiâs food, but we canât let him suffer too much. I think when we get to the Mastiff clan, we should first see how they treat their people. If heâs good to them, then weâll introduce little hai to them and let him trade with them. I think theyâll be happy to do that, since little Haiâs food is very cheap. Then weâll give them some food and leave the dog-headed peopleâs territory. Weâll settle down in the horse or pig raceâs territory. What do you think, teacher?â
Yale nodded. &Quot; true gold can be refined by fire. A friend in need is a friend indeed. If the Mastiff Clansman is a true friend, then introduce little hai to him. Little Haiâs existence is something all of the beastmen dream of. If the Mastiff Clansman is a true friend, then we must not let him down. &Quot;
Wales nodded. &Quot; we donât know anything about the situation in our tribe. Weâll have to wait until we get to the Mastiff tribe and see what happens. I hope it wonât be too bad. &Quot;
Mendus and Yale both sighed at the same time. They knew that Weyers was consoling them. What would happen to a race that had been driven out of their home? just thinking about it made sense. That would be equivalent to losing all of their wealth. Other than themselves, their weapons, and their mounts, they would probably have nothing left.
Seeing that the discussion was more or less over, Yale returned to his own tent and began to draw a map for Zhao Hai and the others. However, due to the lack of time, he was unable to draw a map that was too detailed. All he could do was point out the location of King XI Qiâs old camp, as well as the rather obvious geographical features along the way.
Early the next morning, Yale handed over the map he had spent the entire night drawing to Zhao Hai. Zhao Hai took a look at it and felt that it was quite well drawn. Although there were no rulers, at least there was a clear direction. Even the famous places along the way were marked, as well as the tribes they might encounter. It was quite detailed.
Looking at the red-eyed Yale, Zhao Hai put away the map and said,âThank you, Mr. Yale. Big brother, please take care of yourselves on your journey. If anything happens, immediately inform me via the blood eagle. You just need to write a letter and pass it to the blood eagle. They will be able to find me.â
Weyers walked up to Zhao Hai and hugged him tightly, â &Quot; brother, I wonât say thank you, but you have to take care. If the bullfighting race really wants to touch you, Donât be polite. Release the undead to hold them back and escape on the alien. This is the orc grassland and the bullfighting race is the king of the bullmen. They might use this power to deal with you. &Quot;
&Nbsp; Zhao Hai smiled, â donât worry, big brother. If they dare to attack me, they will just be sending me more subordinates. Iâm not afraid. Okay, big brother, letâs go. &Quot;
Weyers nodded and led his people on their way. Zhao Hai looked at Weyers âback and sighed,âBig brother will have to face many things this time.â
Lola nodded. &Quot; I hope he can make it. As long as he makes it, heâll definitely be the best King of the herculean divine ox clan. &Quot;
Zhao Hai smiled. &Quot; I believe that under his leadership, the herculean divine ox tribe will become better and better. If he has any difficulties, we can help him solve them. Hehe, with a strong partner, the orc prairies will be our world in the future. &Quot;
Laura was also very happy. She understood that Zhao Hai didnât help Wells just because of their Brotherhood. In the orc Plains, if you wanted to do business well, you needed a strong partner. Although Zhao Hai was giving, as long as Wells took over, the Hercules bull tribe would develop. Zhao Haiâs return would be several times, or even dozens of times, more.
Looking at the sky, Zhao Hai smiled and said, â &Quot; itâs time for us to go. Phew, to be honest, Iâm really relieved. Iâve been following Weyers and the others every day, and itâs not very convenient for me to go back to the space or Iron Mountain castle. &Quot;
Laura, meg, and the others all laughed. They also felt that it wasnât very convenient. Although they still went back to the space to rest every night, it was still more convenient than walking on their own.
The caravan moved forward slowly, and Zhao Hai once again placed the big belly pig tribeâs flag on the carriage. He didnât ask Weyers for his flag. Now that the Tauren were here, it was better not to place the Dali divine bull tribeâs flag.
Weyers had thought of this as well. In order to avoid causing trouble for Zhao Hai, he didnât give Zhao Hai the friendship flag. Zhao Hai wanted to find King Siqiâs camp as soon as possible, so he didnât go around in circles. Instead, he walked in the direction drawn by Yale.
Although the map that Yale had drawn did not have a scale, he had drawn out every landmark of the grasslands on the map. He had also marked the days âwalk between two landmarks, so Zhao Hai did not have to worry about him going the wrong way.
Although he was going to help Weyers gather information, Zhao Hai wasnât in a hurry. He knew that the Tauren tribe was in a sensitive period. If he rashly went to gather information, he would be suspected. He might even get into a conflict with the Tauren tribe.
The beastmen were very wary of humans. In addition to this sensitive period, Zhao Hai believed that safety was the most important.
After walking for an entire day, Zhao Hai and the others still hadnât come across a single Beastman tribe. However, from the map, this was quite normal. They would need at least another three days or so before they would come across a Beastman tribe. Of course, that was just a guess. In the past, there had been a tribe that constantly moved around that area. However, beastmen would often migrate, so even Yale wasnât sure if that tribe was there.
This was the busiest time of the year for the beastmen Plains, as they were preparing for winter. They had to prepare grass and food for the winter, so many of the beastmen tribes would move to other places to prepare for the winter. Although Yale was a prophet, he couldnât possibly know all of the tribes in the beastmen Plains like the back of his hand. If he could do that, then he wouldnât be a prophet, but a God.
That night, Zhao Hai and the others returned to the iron Mountain fortress and discussed the situation with green and the others. Green and the others agreed that Zhao Hai had done the right thing. Now that the herculean divine ox tribe was in trouble, this was the best time to send charcoal in the snowy weather. If they helped the herculean divine ox tribe now, they would be grateful to them for the rest of their lives. It was better than adding flowers to a brocade