A drizzle swept away the heat of the Primitive Ancient Origin, and in the blink of an eye, another week had passed.
Liu Zhenhan looked down from the sky to see the horizon of the wilderness dotted with a vast swath of galloping figures.
The annual summer migration of wild bison and wild horses had finally begun, with countless horned bison and spotted horses overwhelmingly emerging from the arid heart of the wasteland, making a grand noise. They had trekked for miles to drink the sweet and refreshing snowmelt at the Sanggan River, seeking respite from the heat while also proliferating their kind.
These wild bison and wild horses, the Donau Wasteland's specialties, are of a dwarf breed, none standing taller than half a meter, yet they are well-fed and robust.
