The Ant-man before him nodded in understanding after hearing what Lei Wenbo had to say.
It had been a huge gain for them, getting so many weapons last time.
He didn't know why, but the weapon called a "pickaxe" was not only great for fighting, but also for mining.
But all that mattered was that it worked.
Sometimes, crawlers would squirm out of the mine tunnels, but one tap from a pickaxe was enough to kill them. The weapon was very useful. He had come this time hoping to buy more pickaxes; the Ant Mother had been very pleased after he brought the last batch back.
'It would be a wonderful sight,' the Red-armored Ant-man thought, 'if every Ant-man in the tribe could have a pickaxe in the future.'
"Human, I like your weapons. Trade. Ore for weapons."
The Red-armored Ant-man was eager.
He and the group of Ant-men behind him set down the baskets from their backs.
They formed a line, each Ant-man placing its hands at its sides and standing up straight, looking very well-behaved.
