The vicious skirmish in the Gugul Corridor quietly came to an end. The flames faded, and darkness descended once more, restoring the silence.
The patches of Remaining Fire on the ground vanished within a minute, returning to their territories to revive.
With that death, not only did their skill proficiency decrease, but thirty percent of their unequipped items also dropped, landing in Luo Zhen and Leafa's pockets.
Windows appeared one after another before Luo Zhen and Leafa, informing them of what they had gained from the battle just now.
Although the battle had been somewhat dangerous, the rewards had been equally substantial.
Luo Zhen alone had obtained thirty percent of the items belonging to nineteen players. It could almost be called a huge profit.
Even Leafa had obtained thirty percent of the squad leader's possessions, making even someone as unconcerned with items as her unable to stop her face from relaxing.
"No wonder different races always fight to the death whenever they encounter each other. With rewards like these, there's no room for mediation at all. Even if it was only for these items, they'd still fight, right?"
Luo Zhen said this with feeling.
"That's why racial wars happen so often. The Fire Elves, in particular, had aimed from the very beginning to grow stronger by seizing players' resources. That's why they're now the strongest of the nine major races."
Leafa seemed rather disapproving of such behavior.
Luo Zhen, however, did not care.
"It's just a game. We only need to enjoy it. Why think so much?"
Luo Zhen calmly accepted all the rewards.
"That's true."
Leafa was evidently rather carefree as well. She did not want to dwell on it and soon closed her main window.
The two exchanged a glance. Neither of them set off again. Instead, they