Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Hulan
Although Zhang Yuan couldn’t temporarily use the Red-eyed Crow, his own vision was exceptionally strong, so even from a great distance, he could clearly see the situation in the camp.
Apparently, the defenders against the wolf pack were a nomadic herder family. Their clothing and weaponry were distinctive of the grassland, and they showed great bravery.
Even children as young as seven or eight wielded curved sabers beside the adults.
They engaged in a life-and-death battle with the invading wild wolves!
But with only a dozen or so people, they were clearly unable to completely fend off the wolf pack’s assault, leaving them in a perilous situation.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuan activated the Golden Grasshopper without hesitation.
Enhancing himself with thirtyfold agility.
Now, he could easily elevate the Host’s augmented strength to near its limits.
His body bore no burden of overload!
Zhang Yuan’s speed suddenly increased dramatically, surpassing even the flying arrows.
In just a short moment, he significantly closed the distance to the nomadic herder camp.
Then Zhang Yuan stopped and reached into his Storage Space to retrieve the Eagle-Shooting Bow.
A Feathered Arrow was instantly nocked on the bowstring.
Thwang!
The next moment, the bowstring vibrated sharply, sending the arrow streaking like lightning, covering hundreds of meters in a flash.
Striking the head of a wild wolf.
Thud!
The triple-edged metal arrowhead pierced through the tough skull unimpeded, carrying a spray of blood as it continued its flight.
Hitting another wild wolf!
And this was just the beginning.
Soon, arrow after arrow shot out like a chain, mercilessly claiming the lives of one wild wolf after another.
Every arrow hit its mark, every shot lethal!
Awooo~
The wolf pack’s attack on the nomadic camp was initially well-coordinated and rhythmic.
Breaking through the camp would have only been a matter of time.
But these beasts never imagined that with victory in sight, they would be struck down so brutally.
An especially robust prairie wolf threw its head back and let out an angry howl!
The nomads, on the other hand, were overjoyed.
They had nearly given out, but at the moment of despair, hope had arisen.
A burly man of the grasslands raised a curved saber high and let out a thunderous shout: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
All the other herders were energized, immediately counterattacking the invading beasts.
Even the women gritted their teeth and thrust their spears with all their might!
The tide of battle was swiftly turned around.
However, the real turning point came from the leader of the wolf pack—the Wolf King.
This particularly fit prairie wolf cunningly hid in the middle of the pack, using its followers as a shield to dodge arrows and was unwilling to retreat.
Its greed and shortsightedness quickly led to its demise.
After a dozen Feathered Arrows flew out in rapid succession, a dark blur streaked past at an even greater speed, instantly piercing one wild wolf before moving onto a second.
Then it struck the Wolf King in the chest and belly!
This Wolf King had thick, resilient fur and skin; even chopping with ordinary knives and axes would only cut off a few strands of wolf hair, as its self-defense was quite high.
But against the spinning metallic arrowhead of this special arrow, its defense was of no use.
Hot blood spurted out abruptly, splattering onto the grass beside it.
The Wolf King let out a howl of anguish, instinctively tucking its tail between its legs to flee for its life.
But it had barely stumbled a few steps before collapsing to the ground.
Unable to rise again!
With the fall of the Wolf King, the other wild wolves were filled with terror, and with over a dozen of their companions already dead, they had no courage to continue fighting.
Dozens of prairie wolves scattered in all directions, desperately fleeing into the distance.
The crisis at the nomadic camp was thus resolved.
The nomads guarding the fence couldn’t help but cheer, with some falling to their knees to thank the gods.
The burly man waved toward Zhang Yuan, shouting loudly, "Friend, thank you!"
If not for Zhang Yuan’s arrival, even if his family could fend off the wolf pack today, it would have come at a heavy cost.
Now, only a few were injured, which was an incredibly fortunate outcome.
The gratitude in this grassland man’s heart was evident.
Zhang Yuan heard the shout, smiled, and put away the Eagle-Shooting Bow.
Slung the Profound Bow onto his back, he walked toward the nomadic camp.
By this time, the burly man, along with his family, came out of the camp to warmly greet Zhang Yuan, their savior.
Once they met, he placed his right hand on his chest as a sign of great respect: "Friend from afar, Zamuhu of the Hulan Tribe will never forget your kindness!"
The Hulan Tribe?
Zhang Yuan’s eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Hello, is this the Hulan Grassland?"
Zamuhu straightened up, slightly surprised, and replied, "Yes."
"That’s great."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "My name is Zhang Yuan, I’m a traveler from Daqian. Do you know Bazhad?"
"Bazhad?"
Zamuhu was momentarily stunned, cautiously asking, "Do you mean our tribe’s Bazhad Rock?"
Zhang Yuan nodded, "Yes."
He explained, "I had a brief encounter with Bazhad. He once invited me to visit the grasslands."
Once, while meeting by chance in the oasis of the desert, Zhang Yuan had thought they would never meet again.
But life is unpredictable.
Saying this, he produced a Jade Leaf and handed it to Zamuhu as a token.
Upon seeing the Jade Leaf, Zamuhu’s expression changed, and he hurriedly received it with both hands, showing great respect.
The grassland man examined it closely before returning it to Zhang Yuan, "An esteemed guest has arrived; it’s my honor!"
Zhang Yuan took back the token, smiled, and said, "No need for formalities. If convenient, could you take me to find Bazhad?"
Since fate had brought him to the Hulan Grassland, he might as well visit the Hulan Tribe.
It would be good to gain some knowledge.
After all, he had applied for a three-month travel permit at Upper Scenic Celestial and still had plenty of time.
"No problem."
Zamuhu agreed immediately and invited Zhang Yuan to stay at his home for the night.
As night slowly fell, a bonfire was lit at Zamuhu’s camp.
The whole family gathered lively around the fire, their laughter and chat reaching far distances.
To welcome Zhang Yuan, the honored guest, Zamuhu specially slaughtered a fat sheep, skins it, and roasted it.
The way they consumed the roast meat was rather unique; once the outer layer was cooked, they sliced it off with a knife to share and enjoy together.
This way, they roasted and ate simultaneously, indulging in mare’s milk wine.
In such an atmosphere, Zhang Yuan became familiar with Zamuhu’s family.
They had a total of seventeen family members, including Zamuhu’s elderly parents, three wives, and eleven children.
The oldest child was already seventeen.
And the youngest wife was just nineteen.
