Chapter 1148 1130. Armor Harvest
“Thank you, Lan En.”
Bad walked to Lonely Mountain with the agreement signed in black and white with the Lonely Mountain dwarf, and batches of gold. Outside, at the gate that was still in a mess, the human archer took his son to say goodbye to Lan En.
"You have helped us a lot, the people of Changhu Town, my family. If you still have time to stay here, please come and take a look."
"I can't say for sure. Ah, maybe?”
Lan En smiled and shook hands with him, and with Barn's flattered expression, he also extended his hand to him.
"Take your people and live a good life, Lord of the River Valley City."
"Don't make fun of me." Bard's face showed expectations for the future, but also a hint of hope for the future. Focus on your lack of confidence in yourself.
Valley City was captured by Smaug at the hands of his ancestors, which has always been a knot in his mind.
“I don’t know how far I can go, but I can only do my best.”
Lan En responded with a kind smile.
“If a man like you is determined to go all out, what can’t he do?”
Bud takes Barn and the man who symbolizes the people of the Valley The gold of future hope has walked out of the lonely mountain.
On the other hand, when Lan En proposed to use Smaug's scales to make a set of armor, the Lonely Mountain dwarves gave him full support.
For example, Bofur, the master of engineering in the Restoration Expedition, actively participated with a feeling of repaying a debt of gratitude.
It was Bofur who controlled the Lonely Mountain Bell before it broke open the city gate without affecting any nearby dwarf warriors.
This outstanding dwarf engineering master actually doesn't know much about drawing, measuring and the like, but he is almost gifted and can instinctively obtain accurate data.
“We can indeed peel off Smaug’s scales and dragon skin.”
Bofur led a dwarf engineering team from the Lonely Mountain and came to Long Lake Town of ruins.
This town has been turned into dilapidated ruins due to the battle between Smaug and Lann, and fragments of wooden houses are everywhere washed away by the lake.
The dwarf engineering team still rowed in, and there was no way their legs could walk.
The huge body of Smaug lay on the huge rock in the lake that was the foundation stone of Lake Town.
When Bofur returned to the shore, he took off his boots and poured out the cold water that had accumulated during the boat ride. He trembled and handed Lan En a large piece of dragon scale.
After drinking the strong wine in his saliva pocket, he took a breath of heat.
This dragon scale is roughly in the shape of a kite, similar to the kite-shaped shields of knights, except that one scale is half the size of a person.
Lan En took Smaug's dragon scale. This dragon scale was not removed after being destroyed, but was pulled off like a fish scale.
Bofur also proved this.
“We don’t have the right guy at hand, so we can’t move this dragon scale. It was broken off from the whole piece. But if you process it carefully, it will take some effort.”
Dwarf There was no way to deal with Smaug before, but it didn't mean that they didn't even have the ability to hurt the dragon's scales. Black Arrow is the representative of this ability.
Many processing methods in the hands of the dwarves are more destructive than weapons. However, Smaug's scales are not only indestructible, but he is also a ferocious living creature. The dwarves use many destructive methods in engineering and forging to face it. None of them work.
When Smaug raided the Lonely Mountain, the dwarf warriors were even mixed with the civilians and did not even have time to assemble, let alone engineering methods that were not adapted to the battlefield environment.
Now Smaug is a pile of dead flesh, unable to run or resist. Of course, there is no need to worry about time and energy. As for processing, you can grind it slowly to create a certain shape.
“How much can be removed using this method?”
Lan En asked, holding the half-human-sized dragon scale in one hand.
"This evil dragon is dead. We can just clean it out if we want." Bofur scratched his head through his leather hat.
"Speak directly if you have something to say. What's the point of just scratching your head?"
Seeing Bofur scratching his head for half a minute, Lann raised his eyebrows at him.
So the engineering master simply stopped dawdling. In fact, judging from the dwarf’s outspokenness, the half minute he just spent was enough to be considered a ‘girly’ one.
“I wanted to ask you what kind of armor you plan to use Smaug’s dragon scales and dragon skin to make.”
“That’s definitely not what you just wanted to say. ”
"Hey, okay. But let me explain first, it's not that I refuse to help you work. It's not that I don't have confidence in our craftsmanship."
At this point, Bofur was completely open.
The dwarf engineer touched his precious beard.
“I saw your scattered armor pieces before. The craftsmanship on them is pretty good, but the style is not the same as ours. The functions are too fancy, do you understand?”
“ But I also know that whether the armor is good depends on the combat environment of the user and the enemy it is used against. Maybe this kind of function that seems fancy to us is what you need to use.”
Judging from Lan En's current contact, the basic nature of armor in this world is that it is strong and strong, and at most it can be decorated with artistic carvings in various ethnic styles.
In terms of function, advanced armor may have defensive means against [Netherworld], but Lan En has never seen it with his own eyes.
But that’s basically it.
Compared with the various buffs brought by the Demon Hunter suit, as well as the functions of returning chaos magic and reconstructing the [Quen's Seal], the armor style in this world does seem extremely simple.
Although there is no doubt about the profundity, the breadth of the technology is not suitable for a warrior like Lan En who may encounter monsters and monsters at any time. "If that's the case, Lan En. Then I don't think your armor is suitable for us to make."
“We can help you peel off Smaug’s dragon scales and skin, and help you polish them into easy-to-assemble components. But the overall design of the armor. You really have to think carefully about it.”
"Of course, if you think our casting style is suitable, we can start work immediately."
Bofur's attitude is sincere, and Lan En also understands him. He was the first to talk to Bill. Beau makes friends with the dwarves.
It is impossible for such a person to have a bad heart, and it is even impossible for him to be evil-minded.
"In this case, I will consider it carefully. Thank you for reminding me, Bofur."
Lan En nodded obediently. He is self-aware. The dwarf engineering master has pointed out the problem. What can he say to refute?
This made Bofur's last pressure disappear. He shouted a slogan and wanted to lead his engineering team to the ruins of Changhu Town to pick off more dragon skins and dragon scales and bring them with him. Go back to Gushan to polish.
It took nearly a week to process the traces of the battlefield before Gushan.
During this period, many dwarves who were living abroad received the news of the recovery of Gushan and began to move back with their families.
And the pursuit of the defeated orcs has never stopped, which has never given the door of Gushan a chance to be properly repaired. It has always looked like rubble on the ground after being knocked open by the golden bell.
Bofur led the engineering team to peel off the dragon's skin for three full days.
But Smaug is so big that when it spreads its wings, it can cover almost one-fifth of the sky in Lake Town.
Peel off its skin and scales and spread them out over an area estimated to be half of Changhu Town.
With such a big skin, Lan En would not be able to completely take it away even if he emptied his alchemy leather bag.
So in the end, the demon hunter just asked Bofur to polish the dragon scales and dragon skin into components suitable for assembly, then filled his alchemy leather bag, and put several thick bundles on Qilin's body, which was enough. .
During this period, Linbuqiu also went to pick off Zhaoge Luyin.
The three-flowered Ellu cat was very happy, because it discovered that after following Lan En's adventure, it had not done its job of stripping materials, which is the follower cat's job, only a few times.
And as a predatory tribe in the Miasma Valley, it likes to steal trophies from its prey, and it is even considered a racial habit.
So the flannel ball meowed and worked very hard.
The pair of plundering knives that looked like sharp sun wheels kept swinging, and soon followed the incision left by Lan En in the battle and took off Zhaoge Luin's blue wolf skin.
There are also those minions on its body that have not been baked by the holy light on the Sword of the Lake Girl.
Being able to serve as a minion on the [boundary] between the nether world and the material world, the little flannel ball thought it was very powerful when he thought about it.
We can’t say where it can be used in the future, but it’s definitely a good idea to pick it up and collect it.
Unfortunately, Lan En’s alchemy leather bag and Qilin’s back were both full, so Flannel Ball could only hold the rope and carry Zhaoge Luin’s fur rolls on his back, while his minions were wrapped in the furs. Volume.
Thorin also urged Lan En to quickly take away his reward from him, which was what he agreed: half of the proceeds from his adventure of returning to the country.
But Lan En’s biggest problem right now is that he still has room to store his money?
So among the treasures like mountains of gold and silver, Lan En just randomly took two small boxes, dug them twice and filled them, and hung them on both sides of the Qilin, like the pedals of a saddle. Same.
Even if it’s just a thought, let Thorin stop worrying about it.
But even so, the demon hunter felt that the money he had embezzled from the public accounts of his knights should have more than doubled.
This made Lan En, who was very unaccustomed to owing money, even if it was money from his own knights, feel relieved.
At this point, Qilin, Velvet Ball, and Lan En himself are basically full.
But even so, Lan En is almost the most burdensome person in the team that is about to travel again.
Gandalf was alone, and the old wizard didn't care about gold at all.
He was riding a cow-colored horse outside the gate of Gushan, with a pipe in his mouth and a magic wand in his hand.
Next to him is a hobbit riding a pony.
"Master Baggins." Lan En, who left the dwarf farewell, rode on Qilin's crowded horse and walked up to the two of them and said.
"Why do I see that as a direct participant in the adventure, your box is smaller than that of me, a half-way helper? How about I give you some more?"
"No. ! No, no, no! You are so kind, Lan En."
Bilbo said quickly as he was feeding the pony apples.
But in fact, Lan En just thought it was too crowded on the horse
And to him, these golds were really the lowest value thing.
“However, I would rather give you my gold. My pony is very tired. It is too hard for him to carry the gold, and the thought of carrying so much property and the possible encounters on his way home I feel uncomfortable with the disgusting scenes of you fighting for gold.
The gold that just a few days ago was fought for at all costs, the gold that made people bleed into rivers.
But within a few days, the two men who had undoubted ownership of the gold felt nothing but annoyance.
Gandalf blew out a perfect smoke ring and said with a mysterious smile.
“I won’t say anything about Lan En in advance, but my dear Bilbo”
“You’d better put the gold we buried in it when we pass by the troll cave we encountered before. Just take them out and take them with you.”
(End of this chapter)