A few men chuckled nearby.
"You don't understand the Giant Bull Tribe. Being ambiguous won't work on these brutes. A simple and rough approach is more effective!"
"The item was tossed into a map amidst the chaos. If something happens in that map, Carl will definitely be the first to enter."
"Once he goes in, he's not coming out!"
"Wanting to reach the seventh-turn in the realm of the Giant Bear Tribe? There's no room for such a formidable existence!"
What they didn't know was that while they've been talking, Old Eight was by their side, using an active long-distance communication device to broadcast what was happening here to Dean McKenzie.
"As I thought!"
Dean McKenzie, listening to the voice from the communication device, raised his eyebrows.
His gaze then fell on Carl.
At this moment, this brute had no idea he had been set up.
He was looking at Dean McKenzie, wondering why he hadn't entered the map to battle monsters yet.
"Sir, why are you standing here?"
