Lao Hansi had not finished speaking when he truly fainted and collapsed to the ground.
The werewolves, realizing that the slingshots in their hands were enchanted with Blinding Spells, were also trembling with excitement.
Really... what have we done to deserve this?
We're just a bunch of First Order werewolves; isn't using such weapons a torture to our souls?
At this moment, Yan Xing carried another box from the truck and placed it on the ground. When he turned around, he saw Lao Hansi on the floor and asked Olaf in confusion, "What happened? Why is he lying on the ground? Why are all of you trembling? Are you sick?"
Yan Xing jumped when he saw his Werewolf Warriors trembling in place.
You guys can't be sick.
Tears streamed from Olaf's eyes, his voice shaky.
"Lord, Lao Hansi fainted from receiving your generous gift of a High-grade Enchanted Weapon... We..." Olaf felt as if the slingshot he held weighed a thousand pounds. He struggled to control his emotions and, adjusting his breathing, continued, "We never imagined that we would one day be capable of releasing magic. Receiving such a heavy reward from you, Lord, has left us overly excited and somewhat at a loss..."
Hearing that his werewolves were trembling because of a laser light and that Lao Hansi had even fainted, Yan Xing's expression was a mix of incredulity and amusement. He was unsure whether to cry or laugh.
Isn't this a bit much!
Yan Xing patted the new box he had just brought out, saying to the werewolves, "I, your Lord, have plenty of good things. You get this worked up over a slingshot? How am I supposed to distribute the weapons in here to you?"
"There are more weapons for us!"
Olaf's mouth hung wide open, as if it might dislocate at any moment.
Full Steel Armor, steel flails, High-grade Alchemical Weapon slingshots... each was something the werewolves wouldn't even dare to dream of.
He's given so much already, and Lord Yan Xing continues to issue weapons to us.
Since Lord Yan Xing has said so, we have no choice but to keep trembling.
Seeing his Werewolf Warriors trembling one by one as if they had canine distemper, Yan Xing was somewhat afraid that if he continued to arm them, he might render his only combat unit useless.
"Weapons... should I issue them or not?" Yan Xing sought Olaf's opinion.
Olaf, trembling so much his teeth chattered, managed, "Lord, issue them! We can handle it!"
"Then I'll issue them."
Since the werewolves believed they could handle it, Yan Xing decided to go all out.
After all, I've already bought them; they can't just sit in storage.
Yan Xing opened the box and began tossing Tactical Vests to the werewolves.
The large-sized Tactical Vests fitted nicely over the werewolves' bodies, covering their scale armor. They were of military-grade durability and had many pockets, useful for carrying the issued slingshots and marbles, as well as the equipment Yan Xing was about to distribute.
After putting on his own Tactical Vest, Yan Xing started handing out cans of spray to the werewolves.
As the werewolves had no idea what they had just received, Yan Xing picked up a can and was about to say, "This thing is called anti-wolf..."
Suddenly, Yan Xing realized... Telling a group of werewolves that this is anti-wolf spray is a bit disrespectful to wolves.
After all, these wolves are not those wolves.
If they were to ask why this thing is called anti-wolf spray, it wouldn't be easy to explain.
It could be seen as racial discrimination and affect unity.
So Yan Xing corrected himself, saying, "This is called the Agonizing Potion. Do you see this button that can be pressed down? Aim this nozzle at your enemy's face and press it. Your enemy will then be hit with an Agonizing Spell, losing their ability to attack."
"Aiming at the eyes is even more effective."
WOW!
The pack continued to be agitated.
It's another alchemical item capable of releasing magic, and it's a kind that can directly rob the enemy of their combat ability!
Lord, our hearts can hardly take it!
"Later, you can try releasing the magic inside. But remember, do not aim at our own people," Yan Xing said. He didn't intend to explain to the werewolves what was inside. Since they think it's magic, then magic it is.
Yan Xing slipped the anti-wolf spray into a pocket of his Tactical Vest. The werewolves also placed their Agonizing Potions into their vests with trembling, unsteady hands.
Seeing that although the werewolves were shaking terribly, they could still stand, Yan Xing took a wireless walkie-talkie out of the box.
"This thing is called a walkie-talkie. On the same frequency, it can achieve communication within ten kilometers," Yan Xing explained. He clipped the walkie-talkie to the right shoulder strap of his Tactical Vest, plugged in the earpiece, and continued, "Place this device here. The earpiece allows you to hear messages from your comrades through the walkie-talkie, and it can also transmit what you say to their ears."
"These are goggles. They can provide a certain degree of protection for your eyes and also prevent the liquid from the Agonizing Pain Spray from getting in when you use it."
"This is a stun baton. Used at close range, its high voltage can instantly incapacitate your enemies."
"This is a dagger."
"This is an expandable baton."
The war was coming, and Yan Xing treasured his nine Werewolf Warriors.
He was consumed with thoughts on how to arm them to the teeth with weapons and gear to increase their chances of survival in the war, hoping to keep every single one alive until the end.
Therefore... he might have gone a bit overboard with the armament.
One werewolf couldn't hold on and collapsed; then another Werewolf Warrior fell...
Olaf, barely able to stand, cried out, "Lord! An ordinary hero might not even have one piece of High-grade Alchemical Weapon like this. We... we're just First Order, Second Order werewolves..."
How can you do this to us!
Olaf did not know if other heroes had such equipment, but his Clan Leader Duan'er certainly did not have a single piece.
Duan'er only had a set of chainmail, which he maintained meticulously and hardly dared wear on a daily basis.
Now, his group of low-rank Swamp Tribe combat units were fully equipped with alchemical gear, and the pressure on their hearts was indeed too great.
Finally, Yan Xing placed a slingshot in a pocket around the waist of his vest and grabbed another handful of pellets to put in a pouch.
At this moment, he truly exuded the aura of an elite special forces soldier.
Looking at the nine Werewolf Warriors of his territory, excluding the one who went to train the militia reserves, four of the eight present had collapsed.
Their ability to withstand pressure seems a bit lacking.
But at least none had fainted. The ones on the ground had collapsed because of leg cramps, unlike Lao Hansi who was still unconscious.
Yan Xing addressed the standing and sitting Werewolf Warriors, "In the eyes of your Lord, my soldiers are more important than any gear. In the heart of your Lord, your lives are worth more than all the equipment on you combined.
"Remember! In the battles your Lord intends to fight... your lives are something you can stake only when all equipment and means fail, and even then, only when your Lord commands you to do so."
"Lord!"
Olaf, leading all the werewolves, prostrated on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
Just when they thought it was over, Yan Xing said, "Stand up... The gear your Lord has prepared for you hasn't all been distributed yet..."
AH!
"Lord, there's more?!"