Zhao Hai's understanding of the orc prairies was still too little. What he didn't know was that the area of the orc prairies wasn't any smaller than where humans lived. It could really be called a boundless Prairie.
Weyers looked to the northeast and sighed."The old camp of our herculean divine ox clan has been built there for almost a thousand years. In the past, it was called Meili, but people have already forgotten this name. People only remember that it was the old camp of our herculean divine ox clan, so it is called the ox King Camp."
Weyers had mixed feelings about this. To be honest, the herculean bull tribe had been even more powerful than they were now. Even the most powerful Tiger Tribe on the plains didn't dare to easily offend the herculean bull tribe.
But now, the herculean bull race was no longer the same as before. Even his own brothers, the bullfighting race, dared to challenge the might of the herculean bull race. This made Weyers feel very sad.
