Raylo didn't let the standoff drag on. With a flip of his wrist, a massive object materialized out of thin air and crashed to the ground with a THUD.
It was a colossal Wolf Fang Club, ten meters long, forged entirely from Refined Iron, its head covered in vicious spikes.
In the dim light of the stone house, the club's shaft reflected a cold, deep metallic luster. Each spike was polished to an incredible sharpness, possessing a kind of violent beauty.
This was the standard-issue Weapon that the smiths of Black Stone Territory custom-made for Hill Giants below the Domain Level.
"Wuba Tribe Leader, in addition to guaranteeing ample food for every member of your tribe..."
Raylo said.
"As a thank you, I will provide every Giant Warrior who joins the battle with a fine Weapon like this as payment."
Wuba's gaze was instantly drawn to the Wolf Fang Club.
He slowly rose, walked over to the Weapon, and reached out with a rough, massive hand to grip its handle.
