Seeing that the tribe was ready, Zhao Hai also knew that the time for the attack was about to arrive. His heart was slightly excited. This was the first time he saw a large-scale battle involving hundreds of thousands of people. How could he not be excited?
Zhao Hai and the others were also preparing. They knew that the day of revenge wasn't far away. While Zhao Hai and the others were busy in the tent, the tent's curtain was suddenly lifted. Wales walked in, bringing with him a gust of cold wind. Although they were wearing thick clothing, Laura and the others still couldn't help but shrink their necks.
When Wales saw Laura and the others, he couldn't help but laugh, "Laura, you have to adapt to this temperature as soon as possible. You should know that the coldest time of the prairie hasn't arrived yet."
Laura's face paled as she shook her head, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to adapt. When the coldest time comes, I think I'll freeze to death."
Wales couldn't help but laugh, then he turned to Zhao Hai and said, "Zhao Hai, come with me. The Supreme Elder wants to see you."
Zhao Hai stared blankly for a moment. He really didn't think that the Supreme Elder of the Herculean Bull Tribe would want to see him. The Supreme Elder was a rank 9 expert, and not just anyone could meet a rank 9 expert.
However, Zhao Hai immediately reacted and nodded, "Alright, then let's go quickly. Don't let the Supreme Elder wait too long." Wales nodded and followed Zhao Hai outside.
Although Zhao Hai's physique wasn't good, he wasn't afraid of the cold. This might have something to do with the fact that he used to live in the northern part of China. The northern part of China was also very cold during winter. Zhao Hai had already adapted to this temperature.
The two quickly arrived outside Wales' tent. Wales didn't stand on ceremony as he lifted the curtain and entered the tent. Zhao Hai also followed.
Mendez and Yale were both sitting in the tent, but both of them had their heads lowered, looking like obedient children. At the same time, Zhao Hai also noticed someone in the tent.
Inside the tent was an old man wearing plain clothes. This old man's stature was very tall and majestic. He sat there like a mountain. Although his eyes were closed, Zhao Hai could feel that every movement inside the tent couldn't be hidden from him.
Once he entered the tent, Wales also became careful. He relaxed his footsteps and slowly walked in front of the old man, saying softly, "Elder, Zhao Hai is here."
Zhao Hai stepped forward and bowed to the old man, "Zhao Hai greets Grand Elder."
The old man slowly opened his eyes and carefully sized up Zhao Hai. Then he smiled faintly and said, "Get up, young man. I still need to thank you for the medicine."
Zhao Hai quickly replied, "Elder is too polite. It's Zhao Hai's honor to be able to help."
The old man smiled at Zhao Hai, "You and Wales are brothers under the Beheading Blood Oath, so you're also a member of the Herculean Bull Tribe. I won't be polite with you. Young man, remember that since you're already a member of the Herculean Bull Tribe, then you must always remember that the Herculean Bull Tribe has its own pride. We would rather die than abandon this pride. In order to keep the banner of the Herculean Bull Tribe from being covered in dust, you must use your own life to protect it. Can you do that?"
Zhao Hai stared blankly for a moment. He didn't know why the old man asked this, but he still solemnly replied, "I can, I can do it."
The old man nodded and turned his head to look at Wales. Wales bowed to the old man and walked to the side. He picked up a banner that he had prepared beforehand and placed it under Zhao Hai's hand, "Zhao Hai, this is the Bull Head Banner. Only the Royal Clan of the Cow-headed Race can use this banner. Only the Patriarch and Grand Prince of the Herculean Bull Tribe can use this banner. From today onwards, you are the Grand Prince of the Herculean Bull Tribe."
Zhao Hai stared blankly for a moment. He didn't think that Wales would find him today just to give him this King's Banner. This King's Banner didn't only represent that he was recognized by the Herculean Bull Tribe, it also represented that he had a clear identity in the prairie, the Grand Prince of the Herculean Bull Tribe.
And in this special time, this King's Banner also represented a kind of responsibility. The Herculean Bull Tribe was about to counterattack. Giving this King's Banner to Zhao Hai at this time represented the Herculean Bull Tribe's confidence in victory and their absolute trust in Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai solemnly received the banner, he looked at Wales and said, "Rest assured, Big Brother, I won't lose face for the Herculean Bull Tribe."
Wales patted Zhao Hai's shoulder and said, "Little Hai, I wanted to wait for us to take back everything before giving this King's Banner to you. But the Supreme Elder thought that it would be too unfair to you. You've done so much for the Herculean Bull Tribe, it can be said that our counterattack was all due to your contribution. This King's Banner should be given to you before the war, so that the Herculean Bulls would remember your contribution. Little Hai, you must cherish this King's Banner!"
Zhao Hai solemnly nodded and said, "Rest assured, Big Brother, I will cherish it just like how I cherish my own life."
At this time, the Supreme Elder said, "Alright, Little Hai, you just need to remember your words. We will launch our counterattack after the first snowfall. You should prepare well." After he said that, his figure flashed and disappeared.
After setting the date of the counterattack, Wales immediately sent someone to send a letter to the Mastiffs. Then they waited in silence.
The weather of the prairie was changeable, but the Beastmen who lived in the prairie all year round had their own way of predicting the weather. On the day that Zhao Hai received the Herculean Bull Banner, Wales told Zhao Hai that an old man in the tribe predicted that the first snowfall would come in ten days. Moreover, it would be a snowstorm that hadn't been seen in ten years.
Zhao Hai didn't know what a snowstorm that hadn't been seen in ten years meant, but he also knew that it would bring a lot of trouble to their counterattack. But on the positive side, no one would think that someone would march and fight in that kind of weather.
Ten days wasn't a long time, but for the people who were waiting, these ten days were as long as ten years. For this war, the Herculean Bulls had gambled everything. Before they set out, all they had to do was sharpen their axes and take care of their mounts. At the same time, Wales even issued a ban on drinking, no one was allowed to drink.
Not allowing the Beastmen to drink in the winter was equal to wanting their lives. But this time, no one objected, everyone calmly accepted the order. If they weren't allowed to drink, then they could only train. When everyone felt cold, they would come out of their tents and practice their martial skills outside.
It was also the first time that Zhao Hai saw the Beastmen use a Beast Soul Skill. When they used the Beast Soul Skill, a phantom of a magic beast would suddenly appear on their body. Then this phantom would slowly merge into the person's body, and their strength would increase greatly. Zhao Hai felt a chill when he saw this. Why did he feel that this was like a spirit possessing the body, giving people a gloomy feeling?
What made everyone disappointed was that ten days had passed, but although the sky was covered with dark clouds, not a single snowflake fell. This made Wales even more anxious.
But at this time, the old man who predicted the weather once again found Wales. He told Wales that the weather had changed. This time, they weren't facing a snowstorm that hadn't been seen in ten years, but a snowstorm that hadn't been seen in fifty years. It was best to gather the camp immediately, otherwise, all the tents would be crushed by this snowstorm.
Although the old man's prediction wasn't accurate, the dark clouds in the sky had already explained everything. Wales still decided to believe the old man. He had everyone gather the tents together, and then reinforced the tents. He also built a few more tents, and had everyone drive their mounts into the tents.
The old man's prediction wasn't wrong this time. Just as Wales and the others were reinforcing the tents, large snowflakes were blown by the wind and fell down like knives.
Fortunately, the Herculean Bulls were known for their great strength. They mobilized all of their manpower, withstanding the wind and snow, and finally finished reinforcing the tents. At the same time, they also gathered all the tents together, so that they could keep warm.
Of course, Wales and Zhao Hai's tents were in the center of the camp, so that they wouldn't be directly ravaged by the cold wind. Now, they were warmer than before.
When the snowstorm really came, Zhao Hai, Laura, and the others finally knew what a huge snowstorm that hadn't been seen in fifty years was. This snowstorm came too fiercely. For ten whole days, day and night, the Herculean Bulls had to send people out to clear the snow on the tents. Everyone who left the tents had to tie a rope around their waist, otherwise, they might be swept away by the snowstorm. As long as they were swept away by the snowstorm, the only result would be death.
Laura and the others looked at the busy beastmen and suddenly sighed, "In front of this snowstorm, human strength is really too weak."
Yes, in front of this snowstorm, human strength was really too weak. Even the Herculean Bulls, who were famous for their great strength, had to bow their heads to the power of nature. The power of nature was really great.
After ten days, the sky finally cleared up and the sun came out. Although it was still cold on the prairie, the frightening snowstorm finally stopped. The whole camp couldn't help but let out a cheer.
Laura and the others also couldn't help but cheer. This was a contest between man and nature. Fortunately, the final winner was the man. But it wasn't without a price. In the final statistics, 123 Herculean Bulls were frozen to death in the snowstorm. This kind of loss wasn't much for a tribe of more than five hundred thousand people, but it still made people feel sad.
Although the snowstorm had stopped, Wales and the others still couldn't attack immediately. This was because their camp was surrounded by accumulated lightning. In some places, the accumulated snow was even higher than the tents. They had to clear the snow before they could set out.
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