Everyone was somewhat tempted, but the first to rise was still that Nedia dragonman warlord. "I have forty ships, and I'm related by marriage to the grand leader of the White Horse Pirates. Together, I can assemble thirty old smuggling ships that have spent years running the underground trade routes. Whether you live or die, I'm making you my friend. Even if you die and fail, I can still bring the remnants of your Franmore Free Army here."
Tan Jize and Berliu quickly exchanged a glance. At the very least, with the other party's promise, this multilateral meeting had accomplished more than half of its purpose.
After that, Berliu stated that he could provide various warlords and underworld factions with some high-end weapons. The added value of 107s and AKs was too low to make smuggling them worthwhile, but alchemical weapons were another matter entirely.
Some people thought this Franmore hillbilly was simply talking nonsense, but others remembered that this man had participated in that legendary War God Festival. They immediately understood.
In fact, during this period, Berliu He Wen had led the rebel army in a major withdrawal from the main residential areas. Besides producing 107s and AKs in the northern ice seas and swamps, they had indeed been gathering bow-making materials by hunting wild Azuredark Crocodiles. Of course, everyone knew that these creatures were phantom beasts, and their wild population was extremely limited. Berliu was a clear-headed rebel leader; he could not actually lead his troops to attack the Empire's heavily defended war-beast farms. Nor did he have any alchemical master capable of turning stone into gold. The finished products he could make were limited, and they were even less comparable to the platinum weapons Yu Lian had personally crafted back then.
By now, the various cheap versions