The Icefield (1)

"Mister, do you know that you're taking a gamble? if you make the wrong bet, you'll lose your life!" The beast King suddenly said as he looked at Zhao Hai.

"Your Majesty, can we not gamble at this point?" Zhao Hai smiled bitterly. Who knows when the gods race will come and kill us all. If we can't get all three divine weapons, even if we don't die, we will become slaves of the gods race forever. I don't want to be a slave."

The beast King knew that Zhao Hai was not telling the truth. The Protoss might attack, but they did not know when. Zhao Hai did not need to take the risk. He was doing this for the orcs and for the entire Ark continent.

The beast King stood up and looked at Zhao Hai, " "Teacher's mind is wider than the grassland. Please accept my bow." Then, he saluted Zhao Hai with his hand on his chest.