Hill quickly understood what this group was trying to accomplish.
The foul, scorching wind from the south suddenly turned into a tropical storm. Someone had been provoked again.
There was nothing wrong with Cunlü feeding the sharks, but those scavenging, greedy sharks had actually dropped the other piece of meat in their hands while taking the fresh meat from her... When the others fed them, the shark-headed creatures had chosen to drop the harpoons in their other hands instead!
The Undead feeding the sharks were not from Doomsday Family... Their family barely had any Swordsmen, and those they did have were all inside the fortress, assisting the Mages with their bombardment... so there had been a brief moment of panic.
After all, with people fighting right beside them, it was unbelievable that anyone would choose to throw away the only weapon in their hands that might be of some use. Anyone with half a brain would find it absurd.
But the well-traveled Undead reacted quickly, handing them a second piece of meat and indicating that it was meant to be exchanged for the rotten meat in their hands.
The shark-heads were not stupid enough to refuse, of course, and chose to trade for fresh meat.
Only the great white shark Cunlü had picked unhesitatingly kicked away the rotten meat floating beside him, waving his harpoon to prove that he was mighty and valiant, and would never be reduced to eating carrion.
Though there was a trace of grievance and regret in his eyes, and he even shot a fierce look at the fellow shark who had darted over to pick up that rotten meat and trade it to the Undead for fresh meat, this great white shark warrior stubbornly maintained his generous image and did not rush over to snatch