"Dulin, I have never fought such a rich battle!"

When all the dwarves put on mithril armor, the team that originally looked slovenly and casual suddenly changed from guns to guns, exuding the smell of a regular army.

Not to mention mithril, even ordinary full-body armor is a rare thing. Usually only the king and the guard team that protects the king can wear full-body armor. The more than thirty dwarves in front of them pulled out and disturbed the entire battlefield.

Not a problem.

"Use curse as the core and mithril as the armor." Tang Sen looked at his results with satisfaction: "Only this kind of power can help me fight into Mordor and seize the Mount Doom."

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

In Tang Sen's vision, he needs a cavalry of more than 800 people, fully armed, and even the mounts are covered with mithril armor. In that scene, no enemy can stop them from charging.

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

After all, in this world, whether they are dwarves or elves, they all naturally have their own forces.

The only loosely organized human beings are the weakest among the three races. Ordinary humans do not have much combat effectiveness and combat experience, and those with combat effectiveness are often soldiers and knights of various kingdoms. They are the same as the dwarves and elves.

Have your own belonging.

Even if you use mithril to smash it, they will only borrow troops at most.

Moreover, they may not necessarily obey their orders, such as these dwarves. Along the way, Tang Sen used various methods to induce him, constantly establishing his position in the team, and constantly increasing the dwarves' trust in him, until he finally took out Mithril.

Only A, a great killing weapon, could allow them to bypass Thorin and obey his orders directly.

Of course, this is not meaningless. With these teams now, at least the channels for the dwarves have been opened.

"If you want to completely gain a foothold in this world, you must have a greater reputation and a more favorable situation."

Tang Sen knows this very well in his heart. For example, Gandalf, no matter which race or country he goes to, can be regarded as a guest of honor. This comes from the reputation accumulated by the gray robe wizard who has walked in Middle-earth for thousands of years.<

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As for myself, to be honest, the name of a traveler is only admitted by dozens of people present. If I go to other kingdoms alone, I won't even be able to meet other people's kings, let alone borrow troops.

"But it will be soon."

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

"Shall we come?" A dwarf came over and said impatiently: "I can't wait!"

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

After all, the whole body armor was almost identical, not even a beard was exposed, and Tang Sen couldn't even find Thorin.

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

Tang Sen did not wear full body armor like the dwarves, but just put on a light chain armor under the elf robe. After all, he did not intend to charge into the battle. Under the protection of so many fully armed dwarves, if he could still be charged by the Oaks,

If they are in front of me, then these dwarves can go home and strike iron.

The dwarves gathered quickly, probably because the dwarves couldn't tell who was who, and they couldn't find their position after trying twice, until Thorin simply lifted up his visor, exposed his face, and stood

At the sharp knife position, the dwarves arranged their formation.

"Attack!"

Thorin's face was high-spirited. At this moment, he felt that he had truly become the dwarf king who was marching in person, surrounded by the powerful king's guards.

Then, he saw that the dwarves did not move, but separated a road, waiting for Tang Sen to lead the wizard and hobbit to the middle of the formation, then closed the formation and took steps.

"..."

Suddenly I felt like I was just a striker.

But... mithril armor smells really good.

The messy thoughts were quickly forgotten by Thorin. Like other dwarves, he just wanted to try the invincible feeling of wearing a full-body mithril armor.

So, when the formation came to the gate of the Oak lair with a crisp clicking sound, the Oaks who were going in and out were stunned.

"Intruder?"

"Where did the army appear?"

The dwarves couldn't understand the words of the Oaks, so they just ran over them. Most of these Oaks didn't even have armor, and they had no ability to resist under the torrent of mithril.

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

After passing through the long dark tunnel, there was finally a flickering fire ahead, followed by the smelly wind and the noise mixed in the wind.

"Concentrate——"

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

"Have any of you ever entered the Oak's lair?" Shalin shouted excitedly while carrying the giant hammer: "I'm already starting to boil."

The fire became more and more intense, and finally, a huge and chaotic space appeared in front of everyone.

It was a hollow that seemed to have hollowed out the entire mountain. There were wooden platforms and wooden planks densely arranged in the hollow, which looked shaky.

Then, there are Oaks. There are simply countless Oaks, crowding everywhere in everyone's sight.

There are many types of Oaks. The Oaks in this lair are more like "Goblin", smaller and smaller, and most of them are afraid of the sun.

"Your Majesty Durin!"

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

"The Ringwraiths!" Gandalf reminded: "Pay attention, they are also in the lair."

Everyone looked in the direction Gandalf pointed, and saw that on a platform in the middle of the hollow, a huge Orc, almost like a troll, was kneeling in front of an ugly and abstract throne, and floating in front of it.

Yes, it is the four escaped Nazgul.

No need to say hello, the Oaks who had already been guarding the entrance rushed over like a mudslide.

But the dwarves' formation was like a rock, motionless under the impact of the Oaks. Those attacks falling on the mithril armor were as harmless as the gentle breeze and drizzle.

"Cool!"

Thorin roared, and just as he was about to wave the weapon in his hand, a huge mithril hammer obscured his sight, and then, the Orcs in front of him were cleared away.

"I! Invincible!" Sarin's roar drowned out the screams of the Oaks.

"..." Thorin almost wanted to reprimand Shalin for his offensive behavior, but Tang Sen's order had already sounded:
Chapter completed!