"So, this is Mithril."

Townsend pinched the coin with both hands, and the process of forming the coin was that of a Gini gold coin, but the effect was somewhat unsatisfactory.

The front portrait has eyes that are not eyes, and the nose that is not nose, pasted, while the coat of arms, scepter, and crown on the back are just some uneven and chaotic marks.

But even so, the magnificent silver light reflected by it, which is completely different from silver, is still moving.

"It shouldn't be the Mithril Ring, it's that the picture I'm imagining isn't detailed enough."

Townsend began to understand the use of the Mithril Ring, and it was clear that it was more difficult to use than the Endless Money Bag, and Townsend needed to concentrate on the ring and use his imagination to construct the form he hoped Mithril would take shape.

This process is not fast, even a little slow, even if the simplest cube of Mithril appears, it will take more than ten seconds, and if you want to manifest a more precise Mithril product, you not only need to have enough understanding of that product, but also need to slowly use your imagination to outline the details, otherwise it is just a false Mithril block.

"Mithril nuggets are Mithril nuggets, at least we can be sure that no matter what world this is, Mithril is a valuable thing."

Townsend communicated with the Mithril Ring with his mind, and the coin in his hand began to change, and the inhumanoid figures and traces all disappeared until the coin was as smooth as a mirror.

Townsend weighed it, and the Mithril coin was lighter than he had imagined, or rather, much lighter.

It doesn't weigh like a piece of metal at all, it's more like a piece of paper ... It may be an exaggeration, but Townsend is pretty sure that the coin won't weigh much more than a piece of paper.

He slammed it, and the coin didn't deform.

"It's light, but it's at least not weaker than metal in terms of hardness?"

With the search for Goldfinger over, Townsend slipped the Mithril coin into his trouser pocket and patted the dust behind him.

"Let's explore the world first, and it's best to find traces of civilization."

I'm in the middle of a jungle, and although the smell of grass and trees is much better than the smell of the Caribbean Sea, it may not be a good idea to spend the night in the jungle, especially in an unknown world.

The easiest way to find your way out of the jungle is always to climb to a high place.

Townsend is not good at climbing trees, and this body still inherits the physique from the real world, which is obviously not strong, but fortunately, the trees here are not the type that towers into the sky, more like banyan trees, and the nodules and branches give Townsend a lot of footholds.

After a few breathless attempts, Townsend finally reached the canopy, carefully tugging at the branches, and Townsend his head poked out of the leaves.

The sunlight finally ceased to be small beams of light, they lit up the whole world, and in the field of vision, the canopy of the trees was like a sea of green, undulating into waves in the wind.

Townsend could see the green sea on his right gradually rising into an endless mountain range, and on the left side of the river, he could see the end of the green sea, and beyond the end, there were black and brown plains.

"It's pristine."

Townsend was somewhat disappointed that he did not see any obvious traces of civilization above the plains.

"Fortunately, the cursed state of the undead is now that they can't starve to death without eating, and they can always find civilization by walking slowly towards the plains and rivers, I just hope that the jungles and wildernesses of this world will not be too dangerous."

But the next moment, Townsend found that he didn't have to worry about it.

He heard shouts coming from afar, and getting closer.

The language was different from any language Townsend had ever heard, and the voice of the owner of the shouting voice was rough and manic, shaking the leaves in the woods, such a characteristic voice that Townsend did not need to meet, and he naturally imagined the image of the other party in his mind: a muscular man, two meters tall, with a stubble beard.

With the help of his linguistic understanding, Townsend was able to discern the content of the shout.

"You're dead! Damn Oak! ”

Townsend cautiously crept down, peering through the gaps in the branches towards the source of the sound, and soon, three unidentified creatures rushed out of the depths of the jungle.

They wore waistcoats made of leather and metal at will, with only tattered crotch cloth underneath, and held strangely shaped black iron blades in their hands, and they were only about a meter tall and looked very good.

Obviously, to describe these creatures with exposed fangs, flipped noses, flowing mucus, and facial features distributed randomly like small people pinched by children, chic is already a high emotional intelligence statement.

"Good." Tang Sen gritted his teeth unconsciously: "The first creature I met in another world really gave me a huge surprise. ”

There is no doubt that this kind of thing, which does not look like a human and is called an oak, means that the world is more dangerous than you think.

He didn't make any rash moves, and the owner of the shouting voice finally came out from behind them as the three little little things approached at a rapid pace.

The pursuer was too much to match what Townsend had imagined of him, he had wild red hair, a lush beard that covered most of his face, an iron armor lined with brown cloth, two thick, muscular arms holding a pair of war hammers, and running with a tiger.

The only thing that is different from Townsend's imagination is that there is still a gap between the other party's height and two meters.

Well... It's about a head taller than the previous three, that is, one meter two.

The speed difference between the two sides was not large, in fact, with the length of the legs, the speed of the pursuers was slightly faster, and when approaching the bottom of the tree where Townsend was, the two sides finally approached a dangerous distance, so a warhammer flew over with great force, and Townsend could see one Oak fall to the ground cleanly, knocking down the other Oak by the way.

In the end, the Oak didn't look back at all, and didn't hesitate to speed up.

The fallen Oak struggled to his feet, and the pursuers had already reached him, and the warhammer slammed into Oak's chest with a terrifying wind-breaking sound, and the Oak flew upside down, slamming into the trunk of the tree.

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

So Townese, who was not good at climbing trees, was shocked down unsurprisingly.

He barely managed to stabilize himself in a not-so-graceful way, looked at Oak, whose head had been flattened 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, wasn't it?"