The spoils seized during the Blood Banner battle rotation event had been piled in an open area at Blackflame Pass, like a heap of bizarre junk artfully dumped there.
Among them were damaged gnoll hide helmets, broken bone weapons, and things no one could identify.
They weren't the least bit impressive to look at, but that didn't stop every soldier who passed by from casting them a respectful glance. Gnoll equipment and weapons were notoriously shoddy, but a pile of spoils this large was ample proof of their owners' formidable martial virtue.
But right now, Old Qin, Happy Stick, and Meow Brother were standing beside this "hill of spoils," at a loss.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
For the past ten-plus days, Miss Peachy had "guarded" the spoils and commanded a special salvage squad that had continually added to this heap of postmodern curiosities. Now she asked in confusion:
"After winning a hard-fought battle, shouldn't getting the spoils be a happy occasion? They're a symbol of honor! I led the soldiers in scavenging them from the battlefield, one piece at a time. Didn't you say you liked spoils best?"
"Uh, we do like spoils, Lady Golden Peach."
Meow Brother held a pipe between his teeth. He bent down, picked up a bloodstained gnoll helmet, and used Item Appraisal. He looked at the piece of armor, labeled Newbie-tier, with a pained expression. He couldn't deny Miss Peachy's hard work over the past few days, so he put it as tactfully as he could:
"We just can't use this stuff. Looks like the gnolls are even poorer than we thought."
"We agreed that eighty percent would go to you."
Old Qin was in an oddly cheerful mood. He picked up a serrated bone knife, gave it a swing, and said to Happy