Weyers listened to Zhao Hai's words in a daze. Although 100 million catties of grain was not enough for the entire Tauren tribe, it could be used for a long time for the herculean divine bull tribe alone.
At this moment, Yale was also stunned for a moment. However, he immediately reacted. He called over two warriors from the herculean bull race to retrieve the food from Zhao Hai's carriage. He wanted to see if the food that Zhao Hai had brought was good or bad.
The orcs attached great importance to food, so they were even more strict about the quality of food. Although many orcs were illiterate, they didn't even need to look at the rice. They could tell the difference between good and bad rice by weighing it with their hands. It was just so magical.
Yale's actions brought Weyers back to his senses. Weyers glanced at Zhao Hai and said,"Brother Zhao Hai, do you really have 100 million Jin of grain?"
