At the edge of the wilderness, dozens of figures slowly walked forward under the blazing sun.
As these figures gradually approached, a half-beastman finally realized something was wrong:
"What are those reflections?"
"Where did they get those weapons?"
"Is that, armor?"
Even Sorbonne realized the issue. What were those things on the bodies of the people walking in front?
That was metal equipment!
On Purgatory Island, such metal-crafted gear is an extremely rare strategic resource.
Given the strength of the Dragon Tribe, how could they possibly have such fine equipment?
And suddenly there are over a dozen sets!
Seeing this, Sorbonne's eyes immediately turned red, and he sneered:
"From today onwards, those will be ours."
At this moment, he hadn't fully realized that things had already gone far beyond his control.
The Dragon Tribe, bullied for nearly a millennium, wouldn't have waited until now to use such equipment if they had it earlier, would they?
Of course not!
