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Mu En can also understand the other party's inaction in the face of crisis, can understand the love of a lord for his people and warriors, and avoid the damage caused by war Almost every lord is instinctive, but understanding does not mean that he will forgive.

Indeed, as a bridgehead against the underworld, Muen will not sit idly by and watch Stratos's demise, but this does not mean that his help is gratuitous, he will hammer a stroke from the other party's hand, and what Stratos can make him see is nothing more than the dwarf's mining and casting ability.

In war, all kinds of weapons and armor are always the main part of consumption.

After a simple 'small trick' temptation, Tygrin gave up his unrealistic illusions, and he understood that as long as the Hill Dwarves were unwilling to abandon Stratos, the settlement they had run for hundreds of years, and relocate, they would have to face the enemies of the underworld and the 'blackmail' of Muen.

Therefore, he simply took out what he had prepared - an old and quaint box.

This wooden box is about the size of a coffee table, with fine and intricate patterns on it, and the passage of time has made it with an indescribable precipitation, and the whole purple body makes it even more high.

However, if there are people who know how to do it, they will understand that this is made of purple wood, which is a wood with a light fragrance, which is not hard, but has a strange effect of slowing down the passage of time, and has a more natural effect of repelling mosquitoes, and most of the chests made of this wood are used to preserve some precious books and scrolls.

Sure enough, when I opened it, there were stacks of thick, yellowed papers.

Mu En first looked up at Tyglin for a moment, and then took a scroll and unfolded it, rubbing the fine lines of the scroll with his palm, and looked down.

It seemed to be a blueprint of a machine part, with clear images, accurate data, unknown text explanations, and complex magic patterns, but Mu En didn't even recognize it, and it just felt like it was a kind of combat boot.

With a frown, Muen took another scroll and unfolded it, it was still a drawing, the same as the one above, but more like a plausible arm.

"What the hell is this? I don't have the heart to guess with you. Mu En was impatient:

Tygrin didn't get angry, he didn't say a word, but expertly rolled out one from between the scrolls, unfolded it, and pushed it in front of Muen.

This one is still unfamiliar words, unfamiliar data, but the lines are simple and outline the shape of a human body, his body is covered with silver-white armor, hideous, domineering, like a steel monster.

"This is?" Muen's tone was a little hesitant:

"That's right, this is the Magic Force, or long ago, it should have been called the Silver Pedestal, the most powerful armor used by warriors, there is no one. Tyglin said lightly:

"Sure enough, it's really a silver pedestal. Mu En was stunned, and couldn't help but clench the scroll in his hand:

During the reign of the gods, although the warriors also cultivated some special powers, at that time there were no professionals, no hard work, and no elemental light, and the height that pure warriors could reach was far inferior to that of spellcasters and priests.

However, they naturally also have means to make up for the gap in their combat power, such as carving various strange amplified constructs on their bodies, so as to become a constructor knight. For example, through alchemy to change the body structure, so as to become an alchemy warrior, of course, the most is the combination of spells and combat skills, thus giving birth to professions such as Arcane Knights and the like.

But strictly speaking, this promotion has made the warriors less pure, and it is the inaugural Silver Pedestal warriors who really make the warriors reverent.

To put it bluntly, the Silver Pedestal is a modified version of the super-large heavy armor, which is made of the strongest alloys, with clever design connections, and a magic array made of precious magic-melting metals such as Mithril or Thorsilver, driven by magic crystals, thus forming a super armor that integrates defense, amplification, and attack.

The Silver Pedestal Warrior must be the strongest warrior who has been transferred, because even if there is a sophisticated levitating magic array to reduce the weight of the armor, the manipulation itself will cause great pressure on the warrior's body, and without a strong body, it is impossible to manipulate the armor at all.

In the Age of the Gods, the Silver Pedestal Warrior was the means to press the bottom of every empire's box, and the formed pedestal legion was the torrent of steel and meat grinder that came and went on the battlefield, and even the heavily armored knights did not dare to ignore it.

On the side, Tyglin also explained in a timely manner: "Our hill dwarves have a very long heritage, according to the Chinese records of the clan, we once belonged to one of the four god sons of the dwarf tribe - a branch of Duigal, in the era of the gods, we had a close history of interaction with goblin merchants, and we were also one of their suppliers, and the production drawings of this silver pedestal were left by goblin merchants. ”

Unlike the intelligent underground goblins that live in the wild today, the goblins of the Age of the Gods are synonymous with high intelligence, they are the best and most stingy merchants, and with a gleaming gold coin, they can deliver everything you want to your doorstep.

Having said this, Mu En had already believed three points, but he still pressed the box and said in a deep voice: "How do I know if your information is true or false?"

"It's easy!"

Tyglin got up, took a few steps back, and stood still in the empty space in the council chamber, only to see him wipe around his waist, and elemental fluctuations came from his belt, and in the 'boom' sound, a metal box full of silver, nearly two meters high and more than one meter thick, smashed to the ground.

Then, he reached out and pressed on a certain part of the box, and in an instant, in the sound of 'crunching' metal, the box disintegrated, stretching out pieces of shiny armor and spreading to cover it.

Dozens of breaths later, in a dazzling and dumbfounded array of gorgeous and complex changes, the box in front of him turned into a humanoid full-covered silver-white metal armor.

"This is the silver pedestal?

Mu En couldn't hide his surprise, he even stood up suddenly, his calves and the high-backed chair collided, and the chair flew out directly, but then, he said gloomily: "Since you have the ability to cast, then what are you looking for me for?" As long as you arm a powerful silver pedestal army, not to mention the destruction of the underworld, it is no problem to simply resist the blood elves."

Okay, since that's the case, it's easy to go, don't send it. ”

Tyglin was full of pride for a second, but then with a bitter face, he waved his hand and said, "Your Majesty, listen to me." First of all, this silver pedestal is only a half-finished product, although we dwarves are able to cast and assemble the delicate parts, and even complete the surface of the Mithril plating.

But, as you know, the dwarves have very few wizards, even fewer spellcasters, and the rarest are alchemists, and we can't depict those elaborate magic arrays.

And without the magic array, this set of armor weighs more than three tons, even if it is worn by a second-order professional, not to mention combat effectiveness, it is very laborious just to move hands and feet. ”

"Secondly, this set of silver pedestals is of the assault type, and is known as the 'Hammer of Justice', however, it is designed according to the human body, and we hill dwarves...... I can't wear it!"

"Can't wear it?" Mu En 'looked' at this shocking armor, and thought about the dwarf's height of less than one meter two, as if he really couldn't wear it!