Chapter 85: Thorin Oak Shield
Mithril isn't suitable for crafting weapons, that's obvious.
It's not that Mithril is inferior to the Iron Sword as a weapon, as a rare and precious material, the Mithril Sword is certainly better than the Iron Sword, although it is not sharper than the Iron Sword - sharpness is a property that depends mainly on the craftsmanship of the craftsman, but it is stronger and less likely to break.
Moreover, he will make the weapon very light, very light.
Lightness is a good stat that can greatly increase the user's shooting speed.
It's just that the improvement of sturdiness and lightness in weapons is too low compared to the value that Mithril should have played.
The same amount of Mithril, if cast into Mithril chain mail, even if it is just a heart shield, is enough to add confidence to people on the edge of life and death.
So, the Mithril Armor is a treasure, and the Mithril Sword... The first thought of the dwarves when they saw the Mithril Sword was to smelt it into Mithril Armor.
But when Thorin Oakshield saw the massive warhammer, he couldn't even think of smelting it, it was too big, too hideous, when it was in Sarin's hands, when its spikes smashed into the trolls' face with the dance of the howl of the wolf.
Thorin Oakshield had to admit that this thing was definitely the dwarven dream weapon.
Mithril was as strong and light as this weapon, light enough for the dwarves to wield the hammer, much larger than themselves, and strong enough for the hollow hammer not to deform in battleβ
Thorin Oakshield would never believe that this thing was solid, and after the fall of Moria, even if he collected all of Mithril from all of Middle-earth, he would never have been able to scrape together enough to build such a solid warhammer.
Moreover, although Mithril is much lighter than steel, but it is huge to this magnitude, if this thing is solid, Thorin thinks that even he can't wield it, let alone Sharin, although the other party is very talented among female dwarves, but he has tried it with Shalin, and his strength is still far worse than his own.
This was also the thought of the other dwarves present.
Only Townsend and Shalin knew the truth, this thing was really solid, and a hollow giant hammer didn't have the power to smash a flattened, rough-skinned, thick-skinned trolls.
Faced with Thorin Oak Shield's questioning, Sharin's excitement cooled down, and she remembered the character of this dwarven royal family and everyone's leader.
He is a born king, and all his life, he has fought for the survival of the Dwarves of Durin and fought for the recapture of the Lonely Mountain.
For this reason, he can endure the difficulties of mankind, be the first to put aside his arrogant self-esteem, and become a small blacksmith, just to feed young children and women, and for this, he can also face the evil dragon without fear of death, just to restore the honor of Durin.
But at the same time, he is also an authoritarian king, he will not tolerate any rebellion, he is used to taking everything into his own hands, and he does not like any accidents, even if they do not necessarily lead to bad results.
Obviously, Thorin Oak Shield now cares more about the reason why Sharin disobeyed his orders and left Iridron than the surprise of being rescued.
So, Shalin didn't know how to answer for a while.
"I hired her." Tang Sen's voice interjected from the side, and Sha Lin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took a step back.
She's so scared to face Thorin, she'd rather face the three heads than she'd love to face... No, ten trolls!
"Hire?" Thorin chewed on the word and shifted his gaze to Townsend, "Why didn't I know about this?" β
His height could only look up at Townsen, but his tone was habitually condescending.
"I don't think I need your consent." Townsend wasn't too polite.
"But the Dwarves of Durin need it." Thorin picked up the sentence almost as soon as Townesend's words paused, and then ignored Townesend.
He looked around, his gaze swept over the faces of each of the hired dwarves, who reflexively avoided them.
"I remember that when I offered to go to the Lonely Mountain, you chose to stay in Iridron, and I didn't force it, I understand your fear of the dragon, and I understand your feelings for Iridron."
"I don't force you, because you grew up in Eridron, which is your current home, and you have the responsibility to protect your home, to protect the children who are not yet adults, and to protect the emaciated women."
"And I'm in charge of reclaiming my former homeland and making the Lonely Mountain belong to the dwarves again."
Thorin's voice grew louder, and his anger grew stronger:
"But I didn't expect that the glory of reclaiming the Lonely Mountain would not allow you to take up arms, and that some insignificant money would make you leave Iridron happy?"
His voice echoed over the jungle, and every dwarf bowed their heads.
Seeing this, Thorin took a deep breath and lowered his tone, "Now, I order you to return to Iridron. β
"Especially you, Sharin."
"Butβ" Shalin tried to speak, but when she looked up and saw Thorin's eyes, she quickly lowered her head again.
"No, I've told you countless times." "A lot of things are the responsibilities that men have to face, and you, with your responsibilities, the Dwarves of Durin don't need to, and it is impossible for you to wield weapons to fight. β
"I can't." Shalin lowered his head and muttered.
"Louder, I can't hear you." Thorin stared at her intently.
Shalin gritted his teeth and raised his head sharply: "I can't!" β
She plucked up her courage and shouted, "I have sworn to Durin that my warhammer will be at the disposal of Townsend and will never betray." β
"It's an oath."
"How can you easily swear to a humanβ" Thorin's brow furrowed again, "and in the name of Durin. β
He glanced at Tang Sen indifferently and said, "Dwarves will not break their oath. β
Shalin breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, but saw Thorin beckoning to the other dwarves and shouted, "What are you still doing in a daze?" Bring Sarin back to Eridron. β
"In the name of Thorin Oak Shield, you will not be allowed to leave Eridron until the end of this human's life." He glanced at Tang Sen again, and said slowly, "If this human tries to drive you, welcome him to Eridron, so that you don't break your oath." β
Tang Sen gently took off the hood on his head, and at this time, the morning light had already illuminated the jungle, and Tang Sen's expression was particularly vivid in everyone's sight.
There was no displeasure on his face, even with a smile, and he just said:
"I'm not interested in what you're saying."
"It's just that if you're going to let the dwarves I hired leave, we'll need to talk."