Chapter 1842: Chapter 615: Black Disaster? Golden Flower? Outsiders from Another World? Hah, All That Soy Milk for Nothing!
During the Blood Flag Wheel War, a large amount of spoils piled up in an open area at the Blackflame Mountain Pass, looking like a heap of odd garbage artistically dumped here.
Among them are damaged Hyena Wolfman Leather Helmets, broken Bone Weapons, and some incomprehensible items.
Though not visually impressive, it does not stop every passing Soldier from casting a respectful glance, for the Hyena Wolfman’s equipment and weapons are notorious for their inferiority. Yet piling so much seized loot together fully demonstrates the martial virtue of the loot’s owner.
However, standing beside this “Hill of Spoils” were Old Qin, Happy Stick, and Brother Meow, who seemed troubled.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Miss Biqi, who has been “guarding” the spoils and leading a dedicated recovery team to constantly add to this pile of post-modern styled artifacts over the past dozen days, asked in confusion:
“Isn’t acquiring spoils after a fierce battle supposed to be a joyous affair? It’s a symbol of honor! I led the Soldiers in scrapping these one by one on the battlefield. You said you love spoils the most, didn’t you?”
“Uh, we do love spoils, Your Excellency Golden Peach.”
With a pipe in his mouth, Brother Meow bent down to pick up a bloodstained Hyena Wolfman Battle Helmet, initiated Item Identification, and then looked bewildered at this armor marked as rookie level. He found it hard to deny Miss Biqi’s work results during this period and could only say tactfully:
“It’s just that we can’t use these things; apparently, Hyena Wolfmen are even poorer than we imagined.”
“Deal was, eighty percent goes to you.”
Old Qin, feeling oddly pleased, picked up a serrated Bone Knife and swung it, saying to Happy Stick and Brother Meow:
“See this weapon… it’s a bit lacking, but it can still slash people, right? Plus, there’s a natural ‘tetanus’ enchantment; isn’t it great to use?”
“Lord Qin, please, you should just keep quiet. If we really take these things back, the brothers will kill us.”
Stick Brother closed his eyes, pretending not to see the mountain-sized pile of “garbage quality” spoils.
He knew things would not be as simple as he thought.
The dev team, usually rather “stingy” in equipment distribution, wouldn’t be so generous as to give away a lot of good gear to players just like that. In a game as real as this, even the loot after a big battle is so shabby.
“Ah, I know what you’re worried about.”
Miss Biqi might be a bit reckless, but she’s not dumb. Seeing the three Commanders so troubled, she quickly understood the issue. Wearing a cloak akin to the “Cotton Quilt King’s” and laughing heartily, she snapped her fingers, and a few Soldiers behind her pushed several weapon boxes forward.
“I’ve had the spoils cleaned and sorted for you all, demonstrating the good conduct expected of a Quartermaster.”
Biqi kicked open the weapon box lock beside her, made a “please” gesture, and said:
“Come, see the truly valuable loot.”
“That’s more like it!”
Brother Meow admired the well-maintained weapons in the boxes, praised Lady Biqi’s duty fulfillment, and picked up a black metal battle axe.
He casually initiated Weapon Identification and found it was a Commander-level Voodoo Edged Weapon, finally nodding in satisfaction.
Old Qin and Stick Brother also opened the other two boxes, revealing approximately thirty weapons combined, along with over twenty cleaned pieces of armor and ring-type accessories.
A full set of Commander-level gear!
These were “binding purple items” dropped by wild mobs during the seventeen days of harsh battle. The three battle groups had slain over 5000 Hyena Wolfmen collectively.
With so many monsters dropping such cool items, the “drop rate” was astonishingly high, especially during the final wave against the Whip-tail Clan’s elite thousand-man team. Nearly two-thirds of these good items were dropped in that battle.
“We can finally account to the brothers.”
Upon seeing the valuable sorted items, Stick Brother breathed a sigh of relief and took away eighty percent according to the previously agreed ratio with Lord Qin, then shared them with Brother Meow at a seventy-thirty split.
After that, the three of them looked at the pile of garbage equipment beside them, momentarily at a loss on what to do.
“General Maxim has offered a ‘purchase suggestion’ on this.”
Appointed by Murphy to take full charge of loot matters, Biqi took out a few sheets of paper from the Psychic package and handed them to the three in front of her as she explained:
“Maxim said these weapons and armor would be sent back to Transylvania to arm the militia and your future comrades, given the current quantity. If used sparingly, they should last quite a while.
The People’s Army’s logistics department sent people over to estimate the value, giving a purchase amount. LiWen told me the price would certainly be much lower than normal sale prices, but during these tumultuous times, you wouldn’t find a faction able to take so much material in one go.
Therefore, my suggestion to you is to agree to this purchase and distribute the money to your warriors, so everyone can relax.
Oh, and there are a few more items.”
In the death match, the sole Quartermaster, Miss Biqi, opened her portable Psychic package and pulled out a Bone Battle Halberd, a serrated War Blade, a set of Hyena Wolfman style Military Governor’s armor, and a finished Psychic Reins.