181: Chapter 181 The Rong'er Tribe and the Grassland Hunters

The edge of the Far East Hub.

When the Red Wolf Army officially stepped into this unknown area, everyone was shocked by the sight before them.

This was a boundless Scarlet Grassland.

The height of the grass reached an exaggerated three or four meters, like a dense red forest.

The blood-red grass leaves had fine serrations along their edges, as sharp as dark-red meat-cleaving saws.

As a breeze blew past, waves of red grass rolled, emitting a suffocating smell of blood.

Aside from the red wolf heavy tanks, large heavy trucks, and other heavy vehicles,

those small off-road vehicles with lower chassis were almost instantly and completely submerged by this sea of blood as soon as they entered the prairie.

Vision was severely obstructed, and all sense of direction was lost.

Deep within the grass, rusty car wrecks and scattered white bones could be seen everywhere.

Those were the traces left behind by solo players who had previously tried to cross this prairie, only to be completely swallowed by the sea of grass.

For ordinary guilds, moving even a single step here was extremely difficult.

"All small vehicles are strictly forbidden from leaving the path crushed by the main convoy's tracks!"

Lu Yuan's voice echoed loudly in the army-wide communication channel.

"Lin Zihao, activate the holographic terrain radar!"

"All vehicles, sync to the radar data!"

"Rear vehicles follow the taillights of the vehicle in front, maintain a steady speed!"

Under the violent pathfinding of Lu Yuan's heavy tank,

the army moved like a steel python, forcefully crushing a flat steel road through the Scarlet Grassland as it slowly advanced.

...

Meanwhile.

Deep within another part of the Scarlet Grassland.

A group of petite, ragged figures were running desperately through the towering blood-colored grass.

This was a prairie aboriginal tribe called the "Velvet-Ear Tribe."

Their height was generally only around 1.5 meters, and their physiques were delicate.

On their heads grew a pair of long, furry drooping ears, and behind them was a round, snow-white fluffy tail.

Strangely, this race was composed entirely of females.

At this moment, these demi-human girls, who should have lived in a fairy tale, were covered in mud and blood.

Their originally snow-white fur was stained dark red by filthy blood.

Deep despair and fear showed in everyone's eyes.

"Clan Leader..."

A Velvet-Ear Tribe girl named Mia supported an elderly woman, her tears falling uncontrollably.

"The warriors at the rear... they're all gone."

"They couldn't even hold out for five minutes; they were all killed by those demons!"

The old woman called the Clan Leader leaned on a broken wooden staff, her entire body trembling violently.

Her aged eyes were full of sorrow.

"How many... how many clanspeople do we have left now?"

Mia looked back at the clanspeople behind her, who were supporting each other and suppressing their sobs; her voice held a desperate silence.

"Probably... fewer than three hundred people."

"The elderly and children who couldn't run were all taken away by them with lassos."

The Clan Leader closed her eyes in pain, two lines of murky tears sliding down her wrinkled cheeks.

"Go... continue migrating to the south."

"Even if we die on the road, we must absolutely not fall into the hands of those humans!"

Listening to the Clan Leader's words, an even deeper despair welled up in Mia's eyes.

"But Clan Leader, if we go further south, we'll completely leave the prairie!"

"The world outside... is also human territory!"

"Whether it's the humans on the prairie or the outsiders, they are all equally cruel. Where can we possibly escape to?"

The Clan Leader fell silent.

Indeed, as vast as the world was, there was no longer any soil for their Velvet-Ear Tribe to survive on.

The once fertile prairie had now become a bloody slaughterhouse where humans hunted them.

Behind the Velvet-Ear Tribe as they fled in despair,

over ten kilometers away in the sea of grass,

a fully armed squad of violent wolf cavalry was moving at high speed through the grass like ghosts.

They rode mutated giant wolves comparable in size to adult water buffalo, brandishing blood-dripping scimitars.

A lone Velvet-Ear Tribe girl fell in the grass due to exhaustion.

Before she could get up,

*Swish!*

A cold light flashed.

A sharp scimitar cut off her head directly; blood surged out, staining the surrounding grass leaves red.

Baturu, the leader of the wolf cavalry, grabbed the head and casually threw the headless corpse to the warg beneath him.

On his rugged face was a cruel and satisfied sneer.

Baturu licked the blood off the blade and smacked his lips in enjoyment.

"The flesh of these rabbit-people is truly so tender it's dripping with oil!"

Baturu laughed greedily and said to his subordinates, "Before transmigrating to this crappy wasteland, no matter how much money I spent, I never ate such top-quality ingredients!"

A subordinate nearby grabbed a rabbit-person's ear and followed with a lewd laugh.

"Boss, these little broads with ears aren't just delicious; they're also top-tier to play with!"

"Winter is coming soon; we need to catch more live ones to take back."

"Lock them up in the camp and stockpile them as two-legged sheep!"

"When we're hungry, we kill a couple for meat, and when we're bored, the brothers can have some fun. It's two birds with one stone!"

Baturu burst out laughing and nodded in strong agreement.

"That's right!"

"Food on the prairie is getting harder to find. These rabbit-people, who grow meat just by eating grass, are our best rations for the winter!"

Just then.

A scout responsible for tracking in front rode a mutated wolf and quickly returned.

"Boss!"

The scout shouted excitedly, "The hunting wolves have caught the scent of a large number of Velvet-ears ahead!"

"There's a lot of them, maybe two or three hundred. It must be their main force!"

Hearing this report, Baturu's eyes instantly lit up with a greedy green light.

He suddenly raised the blood-dripping scimitar in his hand and pointed toward the depths of the sea of grass to the south.

"Hahaha! May tengri bless my wolf cavalry army!"

"Brothers! Full speed ahead!"

"Follow me to hunt down all these little rabbits. We'll have a feast at the camp tonight!"