Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1148 1130. Armor Harvest

"Thank you, Lan."

Bard walked out of the Lonely Mountain with the agreement signed in black and white with the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain and a lot of gold. At the gate, which was still in a mess, the human archer said goodbye to Lan with his son.

"You have helped us a lot, the people of Long Lake Town, my family. If you still have time to stay here, please come and have a look."

"Who knows, maybe?"

Lan smiled and shook hands with him, and in Barn's flattered expression, he also extended his hand to him.

"Live well with your people, Lord Lord of Dale City."

"Don't mock me." Bard's face was full of expectations for the future, but also a little unconfident in himself.

Dale City was broken by Smaug at the hands of his ancestors, which has always been a knot in his heart.

"I don't know how far I can go, but I can only go all out."

Lan responded with a kind smile.

"If a man like you is determined to go all out, what can't be done?"

Bard walked out of the Lonely Mountain with Barn and the gold that symbolized the future hope of the people in the valley.

On the other hand, when Lann proposed to use Smaug's scales to make a set of armor, the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain gave twelve points of support.

For example, Bofur, the master engineer in the Restoration Expedition, actively participated in it with a feeling of gratitude.

It was Bofur who controlled the Lonely Mountain Bell to knock open the city gate without affecting any nearby dwarf warriors.

This outstanding dwarf engineer actually doesn't know much about drawing, measuring and other things, but he is almost gifted, and he can instinctively get accurate data.

"We can indeed strip off Smaug's scales and dragon skin."

Bofur led a dwarf engineering team out of the Lonely Mountain and came to the ruins of Long Lake Town.

This town has become a broken ruin because of the battle between Smaug and Lann, and the lake water is full of wooden house fragments.

The dwarf engineering team still rowed in, and there was no way for them to walk.

And Smaug's huge body was lying on the foundation of Lake Town, the huge rock in the lake.

Bofur, who returned to the shore, took off his boots and poured out the cold water that had accumulated in the boat, while shivering and handing a large dragon scale to Lan.

He took a sip of the strong wine in the water bag and then let out a breath of hot air.

This dragon scale was roughly kite-shaped, like the kite-shaped shields of the knights, but a scale was half the size of a person.

Lan took Smaug's dragon scale. This dragon scale was not removed after being destroyed, but was similar to scraping fish scales, which was equivalent to pulling it off.

Bofur also proved this point.

"We don't have the right tools, so we can't move this dragon scale. It was broken off in one piece. But if we process it carefully, it will only take some effort."

The dwarves couldn't deal with Smaug before, but that doesn't mean they don't have the ability to damage the dragon's scales. The black arrow is a representative of this ability.

Many of the processing methods in the hands of the dwarves have more destructive power than weapons, but Smaug's scales are not only indestructible, but he is also a ferocious living creature. Many of the destructive methods used by the dwarves in engineering and forging can't be used against him.

When Smaug raided the Lonely Mountain, the dwarfs' warriors even mixed with the civilians and didn't even have time to gather, not to mention those engineering methods that are not suitable for the battlefield environment at all.

Now Smaug has become a pool of dead meat, unable to run or resist. Of course, there is no need to worry about the problem of time and energy. Processing can slowly grind out a shape.

"Then how much can be stripped off using this method?"

Lan En asked, holding the half-human-sized dragon scale in one hand.

"The dragon is dead, we can strip it clean if we want." Bofur scratched his head through his fur hat.

"Just say what you want to say, what's the point of just scratching your head?"

Seeing Bofur scratching his head for half a minute, Lan raised his eyebrows at him.

So the master engineer simply stopped dawdling. In fact, from the perspective of the dwarves' straightforwardness, the half a minute he just spent was enough to be considered "feminine".

"I want to ask you, what kind of armor do you plan to make with Smaug's dragon scales and dragon skin."

"That's definitely not what you wanted to say."

"Well, okay. But let me make it clear first, this is not that I refuse to help you work. It's not that I don't have confidence in our craftsmanship."

At this point, Bofur was completely open.

The dwarf engineer touched his precious beard.

"I saw your scattered armor pieces before. The craftsmanship is pretty good, but the style is not the same as ours. The functions are too fancy, you know?"

"But I also know that the quality of armor depends on the combat environment of the user and the enemy. Maybe this kind of fancy function for us is what you need."

From Lan En's current contact, the armor in this world is basically solid and strong, with artistic carvings in various ethnic styles at most.

In terms of function, advanced armor may have defensive measures against the [Ghost Realm], but Lan En has not seen it with his own eyes.

But that's basically it.

Compared to the various gains brought by the Demon Hunter Set, as well as the function of returning chaos magic and reconstructing the [Quen Seal], the armor style in this world is indeed very simple.

Although the depth is beyond doubt, the breadth of the technology is not suitable for a warrior like Lan who may encounter monsters at any time.

"If that's the case, Lan. Then I think your armor is not suitable for us to make."

"We can help you peel off Smaug's dragon scales and dragon skin, help you polish them, and turn them into easy-to-assemble components. But the overall design of the armor. You really need to think carefully."

"Of course, if you think our casting style is also suitable, then we can start work immediately."

Bofur's attitude is sincere, and Lan also knows him. He is the first dwarf to make friends with Bilbo.

This kind of person can't be bad, and it's even unlikely that he will play tricks.

"In this case, I will consider it carefully. Thank you for reminding me, Bofur."

Lan nodded obediently. He knows himself. The dwarf engineering master has pointed out the problem. What can he refute?

This made Bofur's last pressure disappear. He shouted that he would lead his engineering team to the ruins of Long Lake Town again, peel off more dragon skin and dragon scales, and bring them back to Lonely Mountain for polishing.

It took nearly a week to deal with the traces of the battlefield before Lonely Mountain.

During this period, many dwarves who were stranded outside received the news of the recovery of Lonely Mountain and began to move back with their families.

The action of hunting down the scattered orcs has never stopped, which has made the gate of Lonely Mountain never have a chance to be properly repaired. It has always been a ground full of rubble after being knocked open by the golden bell.

It took Bofur and the engineering team three days to peel off the dragon skin.

But Smaug was too big. When he spread his wings, he could almost cover one-fifth of the sky of Long Lake Town.

If you peel off its skin and scales, it is estimated that it will cover half of the area of ​​Long Lake Town.

With such a large skin, Lan En could not take it away completely even if he emptied the alchemical leather bag.

So in the end, the demon hunter just asked Bofur to polish the dragon scales and dragon skin into components suitable for assembly, filled his alchemical leather bag, and put a few thick bundles on the Qilin, which was enough.

During this period, the fluffy ball also went to strip Zhao Geluin.

The three-color Ailu cat was very happy to do it, because it found that after following Lan En on adventures, it had rarely done the main job of the follower cat, such as stripping materials.

Moreover, as a plundering tribe in the Miasma Valley, it likes to strip the spoils from the prey, and it can even be regarded as a racial habit.

So the fluffy ball actually meowed and worked very hard.

The pair of plundering knives that were as sharp as the sun wheel swung non-stop, and soon followed the incision left by Lan En in the battle and took off Zhao Geluin's pale blue wolf skin.

And the claws on its body that had not yet been roasted by the holy light on the Sword of the Lake Girl.

Being able to be a minion of the boundary between the netherworld and the material world, the little flannel ball felt that it was very powerful.

We can talk about where to use it in the future, but it is definitely right to take it off and collect it.

Unfortunately, Lan En's alchemical leather bag and the back of the unicorn were full, and the flannel ball could only hold the rope and carry the fur roll of Zhao Geluin on his back, and wrap the minions in the fur roll.

Thorin also urged Lan En to quickly take his reward from him, which was what he agreed: half of his income from this adventure of restoring the country.

But Lan En is now worried about where to put the money?

So from the treasure like a mountain of gold and silver, Lan En just casually took two small boxes, dug into them twice to fill them up, and hung them on the sides of the unicorn like the stirrups of a saddle.

Even if it was just a gesture, so that Thorin would not worry about it anymore.

But even so, the demon hunter felt that the money he had embezzled from the public account of his knights should have been recovered more than twice.

This made Lan, who was not used to owing money, even the money of his own knights, feel relieved.

So far, Kirin, Flannel Ball, and Lan himself, the three of them were basically full.

But even so, Lan was almost the most "burdensome" person in the team that was about to travel far again.

Gandalf was alone, and the old wizard didn't care about gold at all.

He rode a cow-colored horse outside the gate of Lonely Mountain, with a pipe in his mouth and a wand in his hand.

Next to him was a hobbit riding a pony.

"Master Baggins." Lan, who left the dwarves who saw him off, rode awkwardly on Kirin's crowded horse, walked to the two and said.

"Why do I see that you, as a direct participant in the adventure, have a smaller box than me, a halfway helper? How about I give you some more?"

"No! No no no! You are so kind, Lan."

Bilbo, who was feeding apples to the pony, said hurriedly.

But in fact, Lann just complained that the horse's back was too crowded.

And on him, the gold was the least valuable thing.

"But I would rather give you my gold. My pony is very tired. It's too hard for it to carry gold, and I feel uncomfortable when I think of the disgusting scenes of fighting and intrigue that may be encountered on the way home with so much property."

Gold.

The gold that people were willing to sacrifice everything for a few days ago, the gold that made people bleed.

But a few days later, the two people who had the undoubted ownership of the gold only felt annoyed about it.

Gandalf blew a perfect smoke ring beside him and smiled mysteriously.

"Don't say anything about Lann, but my dear Bilbo"

"You'd better take out the gold we buried in the troll cave we encountered earlier. You will need it."