After possessing the curse of Aztec gold, Townsend didn't really have to worry about his own safety in most cases.

However, they really lack combat effectiveness.

Of course, Tang Sen also wants to learn some self-preservation abilities, such as magic or internal strength, although he doesn't necessarily need to charge into battle, but at least when he first comes to a world, he can have more confidence.

But neither the Pirates of the Caribbean nor the Middle-earth continent have these cultivation systems.

Moreover, the body that walks in these worlds cannot be synchronized with the real world, it will disappear the moment you leave the world, no matter how strong the body is trained, you will still be lying on the asphalt road when you return to reality, and the only thing you can bring back is memories, goods, and rewards.

"However, rewards can include living creatures."

Tang Sen's mind suddenly widened: "I can completely take away a bodyguard, a strong enough bodyguard." ”

"The only problem is that I have to have absolute control over it."

In this kind of thing, Townsend does not believe in loyalty, nor does he believe in contracts, he does not know how many worlds he will go to in the future, how many years he will experience, any thinking creature will change, under the vicissitudes of life, nothing can guarantee eternity.

If he can't completely control the life and death of the other party, Tang Sen would rather choose a useless reward than take risks.

"So, do I have the means to do that?"

Tang Sen looked thoughtful, and a text appeared in his eyes.

[One-off feature: Davy Jones's heart-cutting surgery.] 】

"I think I really have."

This trait, which seemed to be of no use before, suddenly became clear in Tang Sen's mind.

This thing is definitely useless to Vera and Maia, unless they bind themselves to the flesh like wizards, they don't have a heart at all, and even if they are bound in the flesh, the heart is only the vital point of the body, and it does not affect their essence.

But beyond that, there are so many options in Middle-earth.

Powerful dwarves, humans with excellent swordsmanship, skin-changers who can transform into giant bears, and even stupid trolls.

And the elves who captivate the country and the city... Well, this one won't work.

Elves are immortal, they have an infinite lifespan, and even if the body dies, their souls will return to Valinor, waiting to be reborn again, and with the pride of the elves, it is obvious that they will not accept their control because of the death of the body.

"Moreover, it is not strong enough, it is better to be a strong, easy-to-control type."

Townsend looked at the dwarves who were still obsessed with Mithril, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Dragon!"

There are many dragons in this world, they are all the products of Mirkor's creation, trying to invade the world, and in this era, the glory of dragons has long passed, those dragons with a wingspan large enough to cover the mountains are dead, and most of the dragon veins have degenerated, and even lost the ability to fly.

But there's still one last dragon in Middle-earth.

At a time when the gods were gone, Mirko was exiled, and even the Maias were few and far between, it almost became the ceiling of Middle-earth's combat power.

It has invaded the cities of the Dwarves of Durin and has occupied the countless riches of the Lonely Mountain for a hundred years, but no force has been able to drive it out, and no one even dares to approach the Lonely Mountain again, including those who have lost their homes.

Smaug! A real fire dragon!

It has dragon flames that melt metal, invulnerable dragon scales, and an incomparably large size, and even if you organize an army, there is no way to kill it.

But Townsend happened to know the weakness of this fire dragon.

At the center of its heart, a piece of dragon scale was shot down by the dwarven black arrow, and the dwarven black arrow, the creation of the first era, has long been unable to be cast, and only the last one is left in the world.

"As long as there is a weakness, there is a chance."

Tang Sen must be sure in his heart, this matter is very risky, but the benefits are greater, whether it is in this world, or in the world where he is going in the future, the combat power of a giant dragon will be an unparalleled help, not to mention, it can also be used as a mount!

Who wouldn't want to be a dragon knight?

"Then the initial plan can be determined."

"The first step is that I need to build my army of the undead in this world, with the curse as the core and the Mithril as the armor, which is the foundation of my foothold in this world."

"In the second step, I need to go to the Lonely Mountain and pull out the dragon's heart."

"The third step, kill Mordor and occupy the Doom Volcano!"

The familiar three-step plan has been decided, and most of Townsen's confusion about the procurement task has dissipated.

The specific details can be slowly worked out later, and Tang Sen finished thinking and stretched out his hand to the dwarf: "Your inspection has taken too long, please return it to me now." ”

The dwarf's palm reflexively clenched the Mithril coin, his nature made him reluctant to let go of any treasure in his hand, so he finally raised his head and tried to show a friendly smile: "You just said you wanted to hire me?" I accept your employment! ”

"We haven't negotiated a good price yet." Townsend stretched out his hand forcefully, "So, please give me back my Mithril." ”

He accentuated the word "I".

"Well... All right. The dwarf hesitated, and finally put the coin back into Town's hand.

Townsend smiled with satisfaction.

He didn't care about the Mithril Coins, it was just a temptation.

Test whether the greed in the dwarf's heart will prevail over integrity and rules, only a dwarf who follows the rules can he be hired with peace of mind and show more wealth.

"You haven't introduced yourself yet." Townsend played with the coin and said casually.

"Shalin, from the great Durin clan." The dwarf patted his chest and said, "I already know your name, I have to say, it's a very strange name." ”

He quickly skipped the self-introduction session and said eagerly, "Mithril is worth ten times as much as gold, and gold is worth ten times as much as silver, so you can hire me for thirty-three days with this Mithril!" ”

"Of course, the Dwarves of Durin don't like to take advantage, based on the rarity of Mithril, I will do my best to fight for you, you don't need to pay extra money, I only have a small request..."

He licked his lips and looked back at the Mithril coin, "Named Don... Townsend's humans, you have to pay first. ”

"Fair, then the deal is done."

If it were more serious, Shalin's estimation of the value of Mithril would definitely be much more than that, but Townsend didn't intend to dwell on this, so he flicked his index finger, and the Mithril coin spun and flew up.

In the light of the jungle, the beautiful light caused Shalin to pick off the coin with an uncharacteristic leap and carefully tighten it in his pocket.

Apparently he was in an extremely happy mood, and even laughed and patted Townwend's arm, showing the enthusiasm of the dwarves without shying away: "Townson, may your beard never fall off... Uh, well, you don't have a beard. ”

"Honestly, you can't do without a beard, you look like those elves, and besides, your name is so weird!"

He wasn't embarrassed at all by the faux pas, he just laughed and shouted, "Anyway, I'll make you feel like you're getting the best value for your money!" ”

Tang Sen had a headache about the dwarf's low emotional intelligence, but fortunately it was not unbearable, he just nodded and said, "I hope so." ”

"You haven't told me what you're going to hire me for?" Shalin asked.

"I'm a traveler." Tang Sen said: "So, what I need is a guard, and a guide. ”