On the nameless deserted island, more than ten thousand pirates went mad.
Rune armor they had never even seen before; sharp blades that could split stone with a casual blow; powerful crossbows capable of killing a low-level Magic Beast from three hundred meters away; and those terrifying heavy ballistae that could skewer a dozen heavily armored knights into a string of meat from a thousand meters away!
How could pirates like them, who scraped a living upon the sea, ever possess such finely crafted weapons?
And yet now, these incomparably fine weapons and armor—vastly different in design from the standard-issue gear of the Western Continent, yet exceptionally tough, sturdy, sharp, and durable—were being worn by these ragged pirates.
No, they were no longer ragged at all, because Lin Qi's supplied equipment even included close-fitting underwear—from the Eastern Continent, undergarments made of thick, soft, resilient cotton cloth.
The pirates happily took a bath in the sea. After scrubbing themselves clean, they put on the standardized armor and uniforms, transforming from a disorderly mob of pirates into a force that actually looked rather impressive!
Of course, no one should expect these pirates to have much discipline. They were still a rabble. But equipped with such excellent gear, even a rabble was now a rabble with considerable fighting power.
A furious roar and burst of cheers came from nearby. Several pirates who knew a little about catapults set up a medium-sized catapult provided by Lin Qi and hurled dozens of fist-sized iron shells over a thousand meters away. At the core of each iron shell was a magical crystal filled with ice and fire elements, its surface inscribed with a "Shockwave Spell" that would activate upon a hard impact.
The instant the iron shells struck the ground, the Shockwave Spells erupted. The ice