"Durin's beard!"

Shalin let out a dwarven exclamation of the highest level again, and even forgot that the wolf riding Oak was rushing towards him, and just stared at the armor in Townsen's hand in a daze.

"It's beautiful—" said the dwarf, "don't tell me it's entirely made of Mithril." ”

"If you don't hurry up, you won't have a chance to wear a set of Mithril armor." Townsend urged.

Bell –

Shalin took off his tattered armor almost as quickly as he could, and then threw the armor, which he usually regarded as a treasure, on the ground, and took the Mithril armor handed over by Townwex.

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

He rubbed the Mithril armor, his face overflowing with joy, and then quickly turned into a heartfelt rage: "Whose craft is this! That's not how armor is made! ”

"Too bad! Any dwarven kid who can wield a hammer can make anything better than this thing! ”

"This is blasphemy against Mithril!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Tang Sen shouted unhappily, and another jar with holes appeared in his hand: "Put this on, they're already close." ”

Shalin was struggling to put the Mithril armor on his body, it was from Townsen's craft, but it didn't have the intricate design of normal armor, it was more like a metal vest, and the only way to wear it was to put it on directly from the top of his head.

As a result, Shalin's strong pectoral muscles were stuck at the lower end of the vest, and he barely put it on until he inhaled frantically.

"I feel like I'm going to run out of breath—" He scratched at his messy red hair, and finally saw the jar in Townsen's hand, his eyes widening.

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

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

"It's not a helmet!" Although Shalin roared so angrily, but at the moment of life and death, he still took the jar from his heart and put it on his head.

Fortunately, Townsend thoughtfully left two holes in the top of the jar so as not to block Shalin's view.

To be honest, Salin now looks like a kid pretending to be a knight at the house, especially the round "helmet", his red beard sticking out from under the helmet, like an upside-down potted plant, looks particularly funny.

"Don't stare at me!" Shalin's shame almost caused him to explode on the spot, and he wielded his twin hammers with a vent, and the "helmet" gave his roar a dull echo: "These damn Orcs! I'm going to hammer them to minced meat! ”

Unable to vent his anger on Townese, he rushed towards the Orcs who were already close at hand with heavy and resolute steps.

Tang Sen did not prepare the Mithril weapon, on the one hand, there was really not enough time, these two shoddy pieces of equipment were already the results of Tang Sen's fastest efforts, the Mithril Ring was not something that could be used in battle at all, and it would be nonsense if the enemy was close enough to think about generating Mithril to block it.

Mithril weapons, on the other hand, are so light that dwarves accustomed to heavy weapons suddenly switch to light Mithril weapons - although they are stronger, they also need time to get used to, or they may twist their arms from the force of the swing.

Ding——

With a crisp crash, Townsend saw Shalin's body stumble, and a feathered arrow hit him in the chest, but it was directly bounced off by the Mithril armor.

Then, two Orcs were already close, and they bent over the wolf, their blades swept towards Sharin.

“waaagh！！”

Sarin roared, not only did he not dodge, but instead held his chest open to meet the blade... Under the offensive of the cavalry, the infantry could hardly avoid it, which is why the cavalry was able to crush the infantry.

The twin hammers in his hands smashed directly into the wolf's head.

A sharp and terrible scream sounded, and the two wolves fell to the ground with weak feet.

And Shalin was also slashed solidly, and the momentum of the cavalry, combined with the strength of the Orc, caused him to take several steps back, roll, and sit on the ground.

The attack obviously didn't break through his armor, but the concussion still made him a little dizzy, and he shook his head vigorously and staggered to his feet.

The two Oaks fell much worse than him, one fell on the stone, his face was covered in blood, and the other was directly pressed down by the wolf, as for the two wolves... We can always trust in the strength of the dwarves, and under the full force of Shalin's hammering, there is no chance that the wolf will survive.

Shalin touched the Mithril armor, which was still smooth under the knife and had no scratches at all, his previous dislike had long since disappeared, and he shouted excitedly:

"Dirty Ock mongrel! Come again! ”

Whoosh –

Another feathered arrow came from a distance, and Shalin swung his hammer in an attempt to knock it down, but this was obviously not suitable for heavy weapons, and the feathered arrow grazed Shalin's arm and landed above Sharin's chest.

The other party should be aiming for the gap between Sharin's armor and helmet, but Shalin's movements and itself are not so accurate, and the feather arrow is once again blocked by the Mithril armor.

There are always few marksmen, and there are many sharpshooters who can shoot into the gaps in the moving armor, but among the Orcs, they can be regarded as one in a million.

Shalin guarded the Orc archer who was shooting the arrow in the distance, and charged towards the two Orcs who had fallen from the wolf's back with his hammer.

First, a hammer will be crushed by the wolf and the unresisting Oak hammer, and then dodge the sneak attack of another Oak, and the opponent will be swept away with a backhand hammer.

The feather arrow attacked again at this time, and the timing was extremely bad, and Shalin didn't even have time to dodge.

Then, the arrow clinked and shot on the "helmet", and it was bounced away without accident, and the other party was probably aiming at the eye, but the accuracy was still a little worse.

Shalin tilted his head, took a few steps sideways to stabilize his body, surprised and angry, and did not hesitate to rush in the direction of the archer with his hammer.

By a faint glow, Townsend could see the figure far away in the darkness turn its direction and quickly disappear into the jungle on a wolf.

"Shalin, stop chasing!"

Townsend then shouted, "I can't catch up." ”

Shalin naturally knew that his two legs would definitely not be able to outrun four legs, he stood in the dark, scolded the jungle for a long time, and then swayed back to the fire, sat on the ground, covered his neck, and grinned: "Damn, that arrow twisted my neck!" ”

"But at least we survived." Townsend laughed.

"That's right!" Sha Lin stood up suddenly, because the force was too strong and he sighed, he could only tilt his head and say, "Did you see it!" I single-handedly killed two Ork cavalrymen! Two! ”

He stretched out his fingers and gestured, even through the "helmet", Townsend could imagine that his mouth must have been grinning wide at this time.

"I see your valor." Townsend nodded in agreement, and then changed the conversation:

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