Both Kings of the Hill lifted their heads together, their gazes fervent, although one was a cyclops and the other breathed as if he were operating a bellows, somewhat destroying the overall impression.
"If not for me, you wouldn't be crippled." Liu Zhenhan pursed his lips and let out a cold laugh, "Why don't you hate me? Instead, you want to follow me into battle? Very strange..."
"Our lives are given by you, my lord, and our bodies have also been marked as your slaves; we no longer have the right to choose." The two Kings of the Hill suddenly tensed up, as they detected a thick scent of blood from their Overlord's words.
The Overlord remained silent for a long while, watching the two Kings of the Hill with an eagle falcon's gaze, as cold sweat quietly moistened the backs of these two pitiful Gray Dwarves.
"A crippled lord with two crippled warriors? Interesting!" Liu Zhenhan nodded.