[Currency: 714G]
The bandits fled in a hurry, and their belongings were scattered all over the ground.
The temporary tents of different sizes were of different styles. The soldiers dismantled them and packed them up, so they no longer had to be afraid of wind and rain when marching outdoors.
There were a lot of spoils of war, but the villagers were not experienced enough, so most of them could only be stuffed together randomly.
Although Ken had made a note, it was not the time to stop and think carefully. Most of the things had to be handed over to the villagers of [Ke Village] to pack up.
Their troops were ready to set off at any time and head to the village below.
They had to be anxious. Sandon Kaya was now defenseless, and they could not cope with a few random enemies.
He had to complete this outing as soon as possible and bring back all the people and supplies.
The next plan was as follows:
He would leave basic defense forces in Ke Village and then continue to set off. The villagers would pack up all their belongings during this period, and after the main force returned, they would migrate the whole village to the location below and finally arrive at Sandon Kaya.
Ken asked someone to announce this to the villagers.
He stayed in the bandit's tent, stepped on the thick carpet of the master bedroom and looked around. There were crystals for blessing, two boxes of treasures, and various precious potions.
There were constant disputes in Palotus, and no matter who it was, they would know a little about the rules of the battlefield.
Even if you are a rookie, a farmer, and have never held a sword, axe or spear in your life, you can ask around and see how others do it, and then follow it.
When cleaning the battlefield, equipment can be replaced.
Things like [cloth], [steel], [magic consumables], and [mystical raw materials] are all confiscated by default.
There is no point in hiding these things.
One person can't take much away, and it's not convenient to process. It's better to simply integrate and summarize them and submit them to the [quartermaster] in exchange for [military merit], which is more practical and convenient.
Ken's troops are not set up yet, so he can only let Kuima do it.
He pulled a few honest farmers from Ke'e Village and selected two [Blade Runners] from the team to guard.
As for special things...
For example, rare weapons and armor, precious treasures, in theory, are not allowed to be hidden privately.
As the leader of the team, Ken has the right to occupy and distribute these resources.
But in fact, in most tribes in the North, if the discipline is not strict enough and the managers are more benevolent, the soldiers only give a part of it symbolically and keep the rest for themselves.
[The attitude of the soldiers towards "military tax" can reflect the discipline of the team and also represent everyone's recognition of you. ]
Ken has never made strict orders, but everyone abides by it consciously.
Everyone has seen Zhan Jing's words, deeds and courage. He has no obligation to save others, but he never gives up any life. He treats everyone equally and never seeks pleasure despite his high position.
It seems that everything he does is for the troops and Sandon Kaya.
Everyone is convinced by such a leader.
Kenn felt a little proud and emotional when he saw the room full of equipment and weapons. The leader was selfless and the team had a positive atmosphere.
He replaced the blood-stained lining and selected a [Excellent] piece of equipment from the pile of items.
[Equipment: Albert Armor]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Durability: 98%]
Bandits sometimes rob small armies.
This kind of risky business can get a lot of good equipment. Fine-grained blue steel armor is much more durable than rough bones.
This black slim armor is very simple.
As a "stolen item", it must be processed. The iconic steel stamp and engraving have been erased, and it is impossible to tell which country it originally belonged to.
Bandits will sell these things to the black market in the North.
For smaller tribes, independent adventurers or temporary mercenaries will buy them. It is said that they are quite popular.
As for large tribes, or formal camps, they basically have their own blacksmith shops.
They have sufficient supplies, produce and sell their own goods, and even contact small countries outside the high walls to establish trade with certain city-states.
"Hey, this is interesting."
Ken saw a pair of gloves in the jewelry box. The color was as black as ink, and the leather luster was shining in the candlelight.
[Equipment: Pigou's Execution Gloves]
[Quality: Treasure]
[Durability: 100%]
It should be one of the treasures of the orc leader. It is hard to say where it was obtained, but it has not been sold so far.
The gloves have never been used by anyone. As for the reason...
Ken's mouth corners slightly raised, recalling the orcs' broad and rough palms, I'm afraid it can't be stuffed in at all.
It seems to be made of some kind of monster's leather, with rare steel embedded in the interlayer, and the defense is guaranteed.
[Benefit: Magic Efficiency]
[Effect: Reduce magic consumption by 15%]
Ken was secretly shocked.
He had never seen [Treasure] level equipment, and it was the first time he encountered such a note.
I have never studied magic, so I simply activated the Battle Banner.
Every time I use this ability, the snowflake in my heart always melts quickly, and the flame lasts for a short time.
In a flash, the uniform blue flame covers it.
Ken flipped it back and forth to check, and the inscriptions and dark patterns on the gloves lit up one by one, making the overall look much more gorgeous.
The orc leader has poor taste, but he has a lot of good things hidden.
He took off his dirty and worn winter coat, put on a dark-colored [velvet cloak], locked the buttons, and hung the steel sword on his waist.
The door of the compartment was knocked.
Kuima's voice sounded outside: "Zhan Jing, someone is looking for you outside. It's the village chief of Ke'e Village."
Ken's military boots are eye-catching. He looks more majestic than before. His coat sways slightly, and his tall figure walks steadily.
They came to the door, and several people were already waiting there.
"Good evening, the banner of Sandon Kaya." The speaker was the village chief, a somewhat frail old man, accompanied by several priests. "Why must we abandon the village of Ke'e?"
Ken anticipated this question and explained patiently.
"The village has been destroyed. Rebuilding it will require a lot of supplies and time."
"We can take our time."
There was a little nostalgia on his face, after all, he had lived here for generations.
"But the enemy won't," Ken closed his eyes and shook his head. "The defense is too weak. You won't survive the war in the spring. Even if the dead tide or the ice apostles slaughter as usual, Ke'e will die without a burial place, and there will be no chance of exile."
Sandon Kaya is a lesson learned from the past.
Palotusbi is a land of constant turmoil. The demons will not put down their butcher knives just because you have just experienced banditry.
A team that worships death.
A tribe that lives on plunder.
They never stop and never show mercy.
The village chief gave up struggling completely. He thought for a moment and stated his real purpose tonight.
"We actually have another choice..."
"What do you mean?"
"Go north across the Sharp Ice Bay. There is a large tribe that believes in Xienbio. They have relatives of Ke'er and are willing to accept us."