As Yan Xing eloquently listed the weapons intended for Duan'er's tribe, Duan'er's spirits soared, his tail wagging uncontrollably behind him. This time, the tribe's combat power really is soaring! I'm going to prosper!
Duan'er had already devised a tactic unique to his tribe. When facing the enemy, they would first use slingshots for fire coverage. While the continuous barrage of marbles kept the enemy from raising their heads, Poison Flies would launch a sneak attack to throw the enemy ranks into disarray. Finally, he, clad in steel armor and leading the troops, would charge and annihilate the enemy completely.
Satisfied. Truly, very satisfied.
Who would have thought Lord Yan Xing would give us more than just these weapons?
While Duan'er was intoxicated with fantasies of his tribe's military might, he heard Lord Yan Xing say, "Clan Leader Duan'er, you must have tried the nutrient-dense rations I prepared for you. These rations, after processing, can be stored for six months."
