"Sister Yan, what about those ammunitions?!" Qin Lang was dumbstruck for a second.
"I'll explain later." After Jiang Yan finished speaking, she casually tossed him a metal axe:
"Hold on to this. These cold weapons are made from the same material as the base walls, with other rare metals added, very suitable for use in this extreme cold weather."
After finishing, she passed the remaining axes and Wolfsbane mallets to Song Qian and Sun Jingtao.
She herself kept a long sword with several blood grooves in the middle.
The hilt of the sword was densely engraved with the characters "Yaoben".
The three of them saw her effortlessly carrying these cold weapons on her shoulder; only when they received them in their hands did they suddenly feel the weight sink into their palms.
"Sister Yan, how do you know everything!" Qin Lang couldn't help but exclaim.
Jiang Yan chuckled, "After all, I have been trained at the Yaoben Base."