People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

"So, this is Mithril."

Tang Sen held the coin in both hands. During the coin's shaping process, Tang Sen imagined the appearance of a gold guinea coin, but the actual effect was somewhat unsatisfactory.

The eyes on the front of the figure are not eyes, and the nose is not a nose, and they are all a blur, while the coat of arms, scepter and crown on the back are just uneven and chaotic traces.

But even so, the magnificent silver light it reflects, which is completely different from silver, is still breathtaking.

"It's probably not the problem with the Mithril Ring, but the picture I imagined is not detailed enough."

Tang Sen began to gradually understand the use of this mithril ring. Obviously, compared to the endless money bag, this thing is more difficult to use. Tang Sen needs to concentrate on the ring, and then use his imagination to construct it. Hope Mithril takes on the form it takes.

This process is not fast, and even a bit slow. Even if you can manifest the simplest cube of mithril, it will take more than ten seconds. If you want to manifest a more sophisticated mithril product, you not only need to control that product. If you have enough understanding, you still need to slowly use your imagination to outline the details, otherwise it will just be a mithril block with an empty appearance.

"A Mithril block is a Mithril block. At least I can be sure that no matter what world this is, Mithril is a valuable thing."

Tang Sen communicated with the mithril ring with his mind, and the coin in his hand began to change. The non-human figures and traces all disappeared until the coin was as smooth as a mirror.

Tang Sen weighed it and found that the mithril coin was lighter than he thought, or in other words, much lighter.

It may be an exaggeration to say that it weighs not like a piece of metal at all, but more like a piece of paper, but Tang Sen is very sure that this coin will not weigh much more than a piece of paper.

He broke it hard, but the coin showed no deformation.

"Although it is very light, is it at least not weaker than metal in terms of hardness?"

The exploration of Goldfinger came to an end. Tang Sen stuffed the mithril coin into his trouser pocket and patted the dust behind him.

"Let's explore this world first. It's best to find traces of civilization."

He was in a jungle. Although the smell of vegetation was much better than the smell of sea in the Caribbean, spending the night in the jungle might not be a good thing, especially in an unknown world.

The easiest way to find your way through the jungle is always to climb high.

Tang Sen is not good at climbing trees, and this body still inherits the physique from the real world. It is obviously not strong. Fortunately, the trees here are not the type that tower into the clouds, but more like banyan trees. The knobs and branches gave Townsend many places to stay.

After several breathless attempts, Tang Sen finally reached the top of the tree, carefully pulling at the branches, and Tang Sen's head emerged from the branches.

The sunlight is finally no longer just small beams of light, they illuminate the entire world, and in the field of vision, the tree crowns are like a green ocean, undulating into waves in the wind.

Tang Sen could see that the green sea on his right gradually rose up and stretched into endless mountains, while on his left it was a flat plain. He could see the end of the green sea, and beyond the end, there were black and brown plains.

“Very original.”

Tang Sen saw no obvious traces of civilization on the plains, which made him a little disappointed.

"Fortunately, the cursed state of the undead can't starve to death even if you don't eat. You can always find civilization by walking slowly towards the plains and along the river. I just hope that the jungles and wilderness of this world will not be too dangerous."

But the next moment, Tang Sen realized that he didn't have to worry about this problem.

He heard shouts coming from far away, getting closer and closer.

The language was different from any other language that Tang Sen had ever heard. The voice of the owner of the shout was rough and manic, making the leaves in the forest tremble. Such a unique voice made Tang Sen do not need to meet him, and it was natural in his mind. Imagine the image of the other party: a muscular man, two meters tall and with a stubble beard.

Under the influence of language proficiency, Tang Sen discerned the content of the shout.

"You're dead! Damn the Oaks!"

Tang Sen climbed down carefully and looked through the gaps in the branches and leaves toward the source of the sound. Soon, three unknown creatures rushed out from the depths of the jungle.

They wear vests randomly constructed of leather and metal, with only tattered crotch cloth on their lower bodies. They hold strange-shaped black iron blades in their hands. They are only about one meter tall and have a very unique appearance.

Obviously, to describe these creatures with exposed fangs, turned-up noses, flowing mucus, and facial features randomly distributed like little people made by children, chic is already a term for high emotional intelligence.

"Very good." Tang Sen clenched his teeth unconsciously: "The first creature I met in another world really gave me a huge surprise."

There is no doubt that this inhuman thing named Oak means that the world is more dangerous than he imagined.

He didn't act rashly. When the three unique little things were approaching quickly, the owner of the shout finally came out from behind them.

This pursuer really fits Tang Sen's previous imagination of him. He has wild red hair and a lush beard that covers most of his face. His upper body is made of iron armor with brown lining. The commoner, holding a pair of war hammers in his two thick muscular arms, was running like a tiger.

The only thing that was different from Tang Sen's imagination was that there was still a gap between the opponent's height and two meters.

Hmm. Probably a head taller than the three people in front of me, that is, about 1.2 meters.

The difference in speed between the two parties was not big. In fact, due to the long legs, the pursuer was slightly faster. When approaching the bottom of the big tree where Tang Sen was, the two parties finally approached a dangerous distance, so one after another The war hammer flew over with great force, and Tang Sen could see an Oak falling to the ground cleanly, knocking down another Oak by the way.

In the end, the Oak didn't look back at all and sped up without hesitation.

The fallen Oak struggled to stand up, but the pursuer had already arrived in front of it. The warhammer made a frightening sound of breaking the wind, and hit the Oak hard on the chest. The Oak flew backwards and hit the trunk of the tree. above.

The blow was so powerful that even the trees were shaken.

So Tang Sen, who was not good at climbing trees, was not surprised to be shocked.

He managed to steady himself in an inelegant way, looked at Oak, whose head had been smashed flat at the foot of the tree, and then at the strong man in front of him who was only a little taller than his waist, and showed a kind smile.

"An unexpected day, isn't it?"