Warscar and Bloodthirsty Demon were wearing such wide grins you would be justified to worry if their faces were going to split apart. They had immediately assembled a group of elite players and scoured every inch of the battlefield for loot. The dead were some of, if not the most, elite cavalrymen in the India server, and their dropped equipment, potions and more were no exception. Like a bunch of beggars who were treated to a Manchu Han imperial feast, cries of excitement and joy reverberated endlessly across the air—

"Jesus, the Beast King Cavalry are so goddamn rich. This baby’s a Heaven-grade ring that adds 17% Attack! I’m giving this to my girlfriend, so keep your hands away from it!"

"Earth-grade shield! An Earth-grade shield that adds 47% Defense and 30% Magic Resist! This one’s mine!"

"Why are you putting your grubby hands on my metal-armor boots? Get lost!"

……

The players bickered over the loot like children, but their joy and satisfaction were as clear as day. Although the battle was fierce and terrible, at least it was worth it in the end.

Hickey walked up to me with a hint of worry on her beautiful face. "Care to guess how many players we lost, boss?"

I pursed my lips. "It’s got to be a lot."

"Yea...