Mut and the Silver Moon Demon Wolf Clan Head had fallen out, leaving him utterly vexed, but for now, business had to come first.
No matter what the Silver Moon Demon Wolf Clan Head thought, on the surface, the right to use the Red-winged Great Roc still belonged to Yang Chen.
He could only say, "That's right."
"Since that is the case, come with us. Recently, all the tribes have been riding the Red-winged Great Rocs during this period. Our Golden Savage Bull Tribe has long since made preparations," several Golden Savage Bulls said plainly.
The Golden Savage Bull Tribe relied chiefly on tyrannical brute strength. Calling them the kings of the Wasteland Belt would not be an exaggeration. Their only flaw was that they lacked scheming minds and were simple and honest. Otherwise, there would have been no way for other tribes to get a share of the Red-winged Great Rocs.
Led by the two Golden Savage Bulls, the group did not head straight for the Golden Savage Bull Tribe. Instead, they chose a small village outside the tribe.
Yang Chen was naturally puzzled, but he quickly understood. The small village was surrounded by mountains on all sides, with beautiful scenery and flowers, grass, and trees planted throughout. It was the best sort of place for birds to live. With so many Red-winged Great Rocs residing within, it was obvious at a glance that this was where the Golden Savage Bull Tribe raised them.
When they arrived, Yang Chen finally saw the breathtaking sight within the village. Red-winged Great Rocs, rarely seen in the outside world, numbered no fewer than a thousand throughout the village, flying back and forth in a staggering multitude.
With so many Red-winged Great Rocs, it was truly strange that each tribe only received control