The chiefs exchanged glances, thinking Usok wanted to use the purchase of Great Xia Equipment to urge the Various Races to put this matter into effect as soon as possible.
After some thought, they all nodded in agreement.
"No problem!"
"That works too. Centralized purchasing is more efficient, and it will strengthen the Beast King's authority, making it easier to lead!"
Talos, who had remained silent beside them, laughed inwardly.
Did these fellows really think Usok was considering the bigger picture?
The real reason was that Great Xia currently had limited capacity to deliver custom weapons.
Usok wanted to take this opportunity to fully arm his own tribe first.
By the time the other tribes received their weapons, who would dare challenge the Old Wolf King Tribe's strength?
With the general direction settled, Usok glanced around and spoke casually.
"By the way, our tribe will handle these Demon Clan corpses. No objections, right?"
The chiefs froze.
Demon Clan corpses?
Didn't they just find somewhere to bury them?
They thought it over and suspected nothing.
They assumed Usok wanted to earn goodwill to lay the groundwork for his election as Beast King.
So they all did him this favor.
"No problem at all!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Usok!"
"We were just worrying about where to bury so many demons!"
They were secretly delighted that someone was willing to do the dirty, exhausting work.
Usok smiled faintly, inwardly blooming with joy.
These idiots.
Demon Clan corpses were valuable goods that could be sold to Great Xia in exchange for resources.
These corpses alone would cover all the weapons and ammunition consumed in this battle.
And turn an enormous profit besides!
He turned to Talos, and their eyes said everything without a word.
The Command Center, Great Xia's Fief.