The risk of taking a gamble in these matters is too great, and it's not even a divine weapon, so there's no need to take such a risk.
"It seems your plate armor was taken away by the wolf people, and there are only a few pieces left here."
Murphy Poor, guarding the pile of loot with his own Scorpion Lion Stinky Bao, said to Uncle Fuding, who was holding a blood-stained war hammer:
"It might have been taken by those barbarians to modify and arm their elites. Such fine plate armor is very useful in war. Speaking of which, you guys really suffered heavy losses this time, brother."
"Indeed, it was quite a loss, but actually, we're still okay."
Uncle Fuding's heart was bleeding, yet he remained calm and carefree on the surface, waving his hand, he said:
