Aegsa ran out in panic.
Her awe of the patrol angels was defeated by the large amount of equipment that Song Yang helped the tribe to obtain.
Zhang Jiahui collapsed weakly on the stone bench.
He said: "Brother, do you have to be so cruel? I am almost being scrubbed by you with a brush!"
Faced with Song Yang’s atrocities, Zhang Jiahui complained wildly!
Song Yang ignored him and picked up the things on the table to look at them.
Everything that can be placed on Zhang Jiahui is light and delicate.
For example, a hand crossbow is only about half a meter long and has three short iron tips. If it is used for a small-scale sneak attack, there are probably few people who can stop it.
At least Song Yang thought about it and felt that there should be no tribal warrior in the wilderness who could resist fearlessly.
When Song Yang saw this crossbow, the first thing he thought of was Aegsa!
She is the witch of the tribe. Although she will not rush to the front line, she will inevitably be in danger. The small crossbow hanging on her waist is beautiful and has strong protective power.
As for the iron daggers and short swords, they were piled up randomly.
There were also two metal wristbands, which Song Yang picked out and prepared to give to Aegsa.
These are all good things that can increase defense.
After doing all this, Zhang Jiahui also finished complaining.
He sat on the sidelines with a reluctant look on his face, trying to figure out how to explain to the tribesmen who had come to pay homage.
At this time Song Yang came over again.
He pressed Zhang Jiahui's shoulder and said, "Your giant eagle must be carrying a lot of equipment. Give them all to the Sharp Fang Tribe."
What~!
Zhang Jiahui jumped up suddenly.
He was just feeling thankful that Song Yang had looted the equipment from the giant eagle.
This time, Zhang Jiahui brought a lot of metal products as rewards.
People in the wilderness have limited manufacturing capabilities, and even bows and arrows are rare. Any metal products they own are considered artifact-level.
For example, the bows and arrows of the Flower Snake Tribe were treated as treasures by Cerro.
Zhang Jiahui carried these small and exquisite things with him, with the purpose of giving them out at will and shocking people.
And those big parts are the official rewards.
Every time a patrol angel comes, he will distribute artifacts. If Song Yang takes away everything, I wonder if the people in those tribes will still remain in awe of him as a patrol angel!
Zhang Jiahui's heart is full of resentment!
Song Yang was very calm.
In fact, iron products have no appeal to Song Yang, but they are very scarce for the Sharp Fang Tribe.
With a batch of iron products, the strength of the Sharp Fang Tribe increased many times.
Song Yang looked at Zhang Jiahui and said, "Give it to me or not? If you don't deserve it, I'll beat you up!"
Zhang Jiahui was very reluctant to give it, but the situation was stronger than him. He didn't want to be beaten, so he had to agree to Song Yang's words.
At this time, Aegsa came over happily with the old wizard.
The old wizard still looked confused. It was obvious that Aegsa had not told him the purpose of Song Yang asking him to come over.
He was still worried whether Song Yang had offended the patrolling angel and asked him to clean up the mess.
When he arrived here, the old wizard was stunned when he saw the table full of items.
In his eyes, these are all divine weapons.
The Lord Patrolling Angel was sitting at the table, and Song Yang was sitting next to him.
The old wizard hurried to pay his respects.
After kissing Zhang Jiahui's iron boots, the old wizard said in panic: "Master Patrol Angel, what is going on?"
Zhang Jiahui could no longer speak.
He was unwilling to give things to the Sharp Fang Tribe so easily.
Song Yang then pressed Zhang Jiahui's shoulder and said, "Old wizard, I just thought that the Patrol Angel mentioned that the Fang Tribe was short of resources. The Patrol Angel felt sorry for the Fang Tribe and prepared these artifacts. Please accept them."