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

"Durin's beard!"

Shalin once again let out the highest dwarf exclamation, even forgetting that the Orc riding a warg was rushing towards him, and just stared blankly at the armor in Tang Sen's hand.

"It's so beautiful -" the dwarf said, "don't tell me it's made entirely of mithril."

"If you don't hurry up, you won't have the chance to wear a set of mithril armor." Tang Sen urged.

clang--

Shalin took off his tattered armor as quickly as possible, then threw the armor that he usually regarded as a treasure on the ground, and took the mithril armor handed over by Tang Sen.

"Oh! It's so light, it's like it doesn't exist!"

He rubbed the mithril armor, his face was overflowing with joy, and then quickly turned into anger from the bottom of his heart: "Whose craftsmanship is this! The armor is not made like this at all!"

"It's too bad! Anything made by a dwarf kid who can swing a hammer would be better than this thing!"

"This is blaspheming mithril!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Tang Sen shouted unhappily, and another jar with a hole appeared in his hand: "Put this on, they are already very close."

Shalin is struggling to put the mithril armor on his body. This is Tang Sen's craftsmanship. It does not have the complicated design of normal armor. It is more like a metal vest. The only way to wear it is to put it directly on the head. Go down.

As a result, Sarin's strong chest muscles were stuck at the lower end of the vest, and he barely managed to put it on until he took a crazy breath.

"I feel like I'm going to be out of breath." He scratched his messy red hair and finally saw the jar in Tang Sen's hand, his eyes widened.

"Don't tell me this thing is a helmet!"

"You'd better pray it is!" Tang Sen gritted his teeth.

"It's not a helmet!" Although Shalin roared like this, at the critical moment of life and death, he still took the jar with heart and put it on his head in self-deprecation.

Fortunately, Tang Sen thoughtfully left two holes in the jar so as not to block Salin's view.

To be honest, Sarin now looks like a child pretending to be a knight, especially the round "helmet". His red beard protrudes from the bottom of the helmet, like an upside-down Potted plants look particularly funny.

"Don't stare at me!" Shalin's shame almost made him explode on the spot. He waved his hammers in a venting manner, and the "helmet" gave his roar a dull echo: "These damn Oaks! I will hammer them to pieces!”

He could not vent his resentment on Tang Sen, so he rushed towards the Oak Cavalry who was already close at hand with heavy and decisive steps.

Tang Sen did not prepare mithril weapons. On the one hand, he really did not have enough time. These two pieces of crude equipment were already the results of Tang Sen's efforts as quickly as possible. The mithril ring was not something that could be used in battle at all. If the enemy was close, think again. It is nonsense to generate mithril to block it.

On the other hand, mithril weapons are too light. The dwarves who are accustomed to using heavy weapons suddenly switch to light mithril weapons. Although they are stronger, it takes time to adapt, otherwise they may twist themselves because of the excessive force of swing. arm.

Ding--

There was a crisp sound of impact, and Tang Sen saw Sha Lin staggering. A feather arrow hit his chest, but it was bounced away by the mithril armor.

Then, two Oak cavalry were close. They bent down on the warg and swept the blades in their hands towards Sarin.

“waaagh!!”

Shalin roared, not only did he not dodge, but he faced the blade with his chest raised. Under the attack of the cavalry, the infantry was almost impossible to avoid, which is why the cavalry was able to crush the infantry.

The two hammers in his hands hit the warg's head directly.

A sharp and pitiful scream sounded, and the two wargs immediately fell to the ground.

Shalin was also hit firmly. The momentum of the cavalry and the strength of Oak made him take several steps back, rolled, and sat on the ground.

The attack obviously did not penetrate his armor, but the shock still made him a little dizzy. He shook his head vigorously and staggered up.

The two Orcs fell much worse than him. One hit the stone, his face covered in blood, and the other was directly pressed down by the wargs. As for the two wargs, we can always believe in the strength of the dwarves. Under Lin's full hammer blow, the warg had no chance of survival.

Shalin touched the mithril armor that was still smooth after being slashed by the knife, with no scratches at all. His previous dislike had long since disappeared, and he shouted excitedly:

"Dirty Oak bastard! Come again!"

Whoosh——

Another feather arrow was shot from a distance. Sha Lin swung his hammer and tried to knock down the feather arrow. However, this operation was obviously not suitable for heavy weapons. The feather arrow grazed Sha Lin's arm and hit Sha Lin above his chest.

The opponent should be aiming at the gap between Sarin's armor and helmet, but Sarin's movements were not so accurate, and the arrow was once again blocked by the mithril armor.

There are always few marksmen. Among the elves, there may be more marksmen who can hit the gaps in the moving armor, but among the Orcs, they can be regarded as one in a million.

While Shalin was on guard against the Orc archer who was shooting dark arrows in the distance, he swung his hammer and rushed towards the two Orcs who had fallen onto the wolf's back.

First, he hammered the Orc, who was suppressed by the warg and had no resistance, with a hammer. Then he avoided another Orc's sneak attack and sent the opponent flying with a backhand hammer.

At this moment, Feather Arrow sneaked up again, and the timing was so cunning that Shalin didn't even have time to dodge.

Then, the arrow hit the "helmet" with a clang, and bounced away without any accident. The opponent may have aimed at the eyes, but the accuracy was still a little off.

Shalin tilted his head and took a few steps sideways to steady himself. Feeling surprised and angry, he rushed towards the archer with the hammer in hand without hesitation.

With the faint light, Tang Sen could see the figure far away in the darkness change direction neatly, and quickly disappear into the jungle on the warg.

"Salin, stop chasing me!"

Tang Sen then shouted: "We can't catch up."

Shalin naturally knew that he could not run with four legs on two legs. He stood in the darkness and cursed at the jungle for a long time. Then he wandered back to the fire, sat down on the ground, and held his hands. He turned to his own neck and bared his teeth: "Damn it, that arrow twisted my neck!"

"But at least we survived." Tang Sen smiled.

"That's right!" Shalin stood up abruptly and let out an ouch because he used too much force. He could only tilt his head and said, "Did you see it! I killed two Oak Cavalry by myself! Two !”

He gestured with his fingers. Even through the "helmet", Tang Sen could imagine that his mouth must be grinning widely at this time.

"I saw your bravery." Tang Sen nodded in approval, and then changed the subject:

"Now, please take off my mithril armor and helmet."