"With Du Lin on top, I have never fought such a rich battle!"

When all the dwarves were replaced with Mithril armor, the scruffy-looking squad suddenly changed their guns, giving off the smell of regular troops.

Not to mention Mithril, even if it is an ordinary full-body armor, it is a rare thing, usually only the king goes out on the expedition, and the Praetorian Guard team that protects the king can wear the full-body armor, and it is not a problem for the more than thirty dwarves in front of him to pull out and stir up the entire battlefield.

"With the curse as the core, and the Mithril as the armor." Tang Sen looked at his results with satisfaction: "Only this kind of power can help me kill Mordor and capture the Doom Volcano." ”

It's a pity that the number of people is too small.

In Townessen's vision, he needed a cavalry of more than 800 people, fully armed, even the mounts were covered with Mithril armor, and at that scene, no enemy could stop the charge.

With his current fame and power, it is difficult to organize such a team.

After all, in this world, whether it is a dwarf or an elf, they naturally have their own belonging power.

The only loosely organized human race is the weakest of the three races, ordinary humans do not have much combat power and combat experience at all, and those who do have combat power are often soldiers and knights of various kingdoms, who have their own belonging like dwarven elves.

Even if it is smashed with Mithril, at most they are just borrowing soldiers.

Moreover, they do not necessarily obey their own orders, such as these dwarves, along the way, Tang Sen has used various methods to induce, constantly establishing his position in the team, increasing the trust of the dwarves in him, until he finally took out the Mithril Armor, a big killing weapon, so that they can bypass Thorin and directly obey his orders.

Of course, this is not meaningless, with these teams now, at least the channels of the dwarf clan are opened.

"If you want to establish yourself in this world, you have to have a greater reputation, and a more favorable situation."

Tang Sen knew this very well in his heart, for example, Gandalf, no matter which race or country he went to, he could be treated as a guest by others, which came from the prestige accumulated by the gray-robed wizard who walked on Middle-earth for thousands of years.

And himself, to be honest, the name of a traveler, is only the dozens of people present who admit that if he goes to another kingdom alone, he will not even see someone else's king, let alone borrow troops.

"Soon, though."

Tang Sen reviewed all the plans in his mind: "Soon, the entire Middle-earth continent will know my name. ”

"Shall we go up?" A dwarf approached and said, "I can't wait!" ”

From the familiar tone, Tang Sen could tell that the other party was Shalin.

After all, the armor was almost identical, not even a beard was exposed, and Townsend couldn't even find where Thorin was.

"Come on, keep the formation, don't mess up."

Tang Sen didn't wear full body armor like a dwarf, but just put a light chain mail inside the elven robe, after all, he didn't plan to charge, under the protection of so many heavily armed dwarves, if he could still be rushed in front of him by Orc, then these dwarves could go home and strike iron.

The dwarves quickly assembled, presumably because they couldn't tell who was who, and tried twice but couldn't find their position, until Thorin simply lifted his visor, revealing his face, and stood in the position of the sharp knife, that the dwarves put their formation in order.

"Attack!"

Thorin's face was full of spirit, and at this moment he felt that he had truly become the dwarven king of the royal conquest, surrounded by powerful kings' guards.

Then, he saw that the dwarves did not move, but only separated a way, and waited for Townsend to lead the wizard and the hobbit to the middle of the formation, and then closed the formation and took a step.

“......”

All of a sudden, I felt like I was just a striker.

But... Mithril armor is really fragrant.

The haphazard thoughts were quickly put to Thorin's back, and he, like the other dwarves, now wanted to try out the invincibility of wearing the Mithril Full Body Armor.

So, when the formation came to the gate of the Oak's lair with a crisp click, the Oaks who were coming in and out were stunned.

"Intruders?"

"Where did the army come from?"

The dwarves couldn't understand the Orcs, and they ran over them all the way, most of them didn't even have armor, and they had no ability to resist under the torrent of Mithril.

Many Oaks hurriedly ran into the lair to report the news, and everyone didn't care, and kept moving forward at a constant speed.

Passing through a long, dark tunnel, there was finally a flickering fire, followed by a foul-smelling wind, and a cacophony of the wind.

"Concentrate—"

Thorin raised his weapon, "The enemy is ahead!" ”

"Have any of you ever entered the Orc's lair?" Carrying the giant hammer, Shalin roared excitedly, "I'm already starting to boil." ”

The fire grew stronger and stronger, and finally, a large chaotic space appeared in front of everyone.

It was as if the entire mountain had been hollowed out, and the wooden platforms and wooden plank paths were densely arranged in the hollows, and it looked crumbling.

Then, there is the Orc, an uncountable Orc, which fills everywhere in the public eye.

There are many types of Orcs, and the Orcs in this nest are more inclined to "goblins", are thinner in size, and most of them are afraid of the sun.

"Turin is on top!"

The dwarves exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts, "This must be the most evil and chaotic scene I've ever seen." ”

"Ringwraith!" Gandalf reminded, "Attention, they are also in the lair. ”

The group looked in the direction Gandalf was pointing, and saw a massive, almost troll-like Orc kneeling before the ugly abstract throne on a platform in the middle of the hollow, and floating in front of it were the four fleeing Ringwraiths.

There was no need to say hello, the Ocs who had already been prepared at the entrance rushed over like a mudslide.

But the dwarves' formations were like reefs, unmoved by Orc's onslaught, and those attacks landed on the Mithril armor as harmless as a light breeze and rain.

"Cool!"

Thorin roared, and was about to swing his weapon when a huge Mithril hammer obscured his vision, and then, the Orcs in front of him were directly emptied.

"Me! Invincibility! Sharin's roar drowned out the screams of the Orcs.

"......" Thorin almost wanted to reprimand Shalin for his offense, but Townwend's order was already sounding:

"Crush them and crush them!"