PDLP Chapter 150 Mithril Equipment
Chapter 150 Mithril Equipment
However, he did not think about why these dwarves suffered such a tragic situation, nor did he think about how to avenge them. He just immersed himself in his own emotions.
"We're here... right here..." said the dwarf king JB in a rough voice. He pushed open a heavy door and led everyone to a spacious room. The design of this room was extremely clever. The sun's rays were refracted repeatedly by magic crystals and shone directly from the surface to here, making the whole room very bright. But even so, there was still a gloomy atmosphere here. There were dead bodies everywhere on the ground. It was obvious that this was once an important battlefield of fierce fighting.
In the most conspicuous place in the room, there was a stone coffin. On the coffin lid was written in the ancient dwarven language: "Here lies Balin, son of Fontan, King of Moria..." The dwarf king JB jumped off the bear's back and walked to the coffin. His expression changed constantly, sometimes frowning, sometimes curling his lips, showing no respect or remembrance for the deceased. He stood there, as if he was not facing the resting place of his relatives or ancestors, but just thinking about how to satisfy his own selfish desires.
Then, something unexpected happened. JB suddenly used all his strength to push his coffin, as if it was not a sacred object for the dead, but an obstacle to his wealth. "What are you looking at! Come and help me!" He shouted loudly, completely ignoring the solemnity of the mausoleum.
Now the dwarf king JB is the key figure in obtaining the mithril equipment. Although everyone is extremely dissatisfied with his behavior and attitude, no one dares to confront him directly for the precious equipment. And everyone speculates that his actions must be related to the secret treasure. Everyone reluctantly stepped forward and used all their strength to push the coffin. However, the dwarf king's coffin seemed to be completely integrated with the ground and remained motionless.
Just when everyone began to wonder if there was something wrong with the memory of the dwarf king JB, they heard a "kaba" sound, and then the coffin finally moved slowly, revealing a tunnel hidden underneath. Everyone suddenly realized that this was a mechanism that required great brute force to open. But at the same time, they couldn't help but sigh that the dwarf's design was really stupid, and the way to open the mechanism was set so simple and crude.
Led by the dwarf king, everyone entered the narrow tunnel. There was a loud bang overhead, and it was obvious that the coffin had returned to its original position. However, the people here were all highly skilled, so they were not frightened by the noise.
As they continued on their way, they found that the roads here were complicated. Almost every kilometer or so, they would encounter a three-way intersection. The dwarf king JB was extremely arbitrary along the way. He changed the route many times without consulting others. And he would fumble on the wall from time to time to close the dangerous traps. His movements were rough and hasty, as if he was afraid that others would find the treasure before him. In this way, under his leadership, the group walked for half a day before reaching the final destination.
When the dwarf king pushed open a heavy stone door, everyone's eyes were almost blinded by the shining light. This is all the wealth accumulated by the dwarves of Moria for thousands of years. The gold and silver vessels and gold bricks and silver pots are piled up more than ten meters high. There are so many shining gold coins that they can even build a nest for an ancient dragon. Various precious magic metals and gems, whether finished or semi-finished, are piled up like garbage. If all of them are processed, I'm afraid they will be enough to decorate the women of a country.
However, the moment the dwarf king JB stepped into this place, his eyes were attracted by a magnet and firmly locked on those most precious mithril equipment. He seemed to fall into a state of fanatical obsession in an instant, completely disregarding the feelings of the people around him. He rushed over like an arrow from a bow, hugged the mithril equipment tightly in his arms, as if they were the most precious treasures in the world and could not afford to make any mistakes. He kept muttering, "These are all mine, no one can take them away." That look showed his selfishness and suspicion to the fullest. His eyes were full of vigilance, as if the people around him could take away the treasure in his arms at any time. He kept scanning everyone with his suspicious eyes, as if he had completely forgotten that everyone had accompanied him all the way here.
But in the end, JB kept his promise and allowed everyone to choose an item they liked. A tall and mighty swordsman chose a majestic two-handed sword without hesitation. The blade flashed with cold light, as if it contained endless power. With this sword, his lethality on the battlefield will be greatly improved. A nimble fighter chose a pair of exquisite boxing gloves. The gloves were worn on his hands, as if they were integrated with his hands, allowing him to burst out with powerful attack power at any time. After careful consideration, the elf prince chose three magic arrows that were completely made of mithril and enchanted with the "automatic recovery" magic. With these three arrows, the range and lethality of his bow and arrow instantly increased several times, which was like adding wings to a tiger in battle. Finally, it was Lin Yu's turn. Without even thinking about it, he directly chose a two-handed war hammer with a handle of more than two meters long and a hammer head as big as a small water tank. The reason is simple, simply because this weapon uses the most mithril, which is undoubtedly very attractive to Lin Yu.
The dwarf king JB seemed to be indifferent to the choices of these people. He began to open a series of hidden mechanisms. Then, in the corner of the treasury, the ground slowly rose, and a set of fully enclosed mithril plate armor and two huge heavy weapons appeared in front of everyone. These things were obviously not within the range of people's choice. Only the dwarf king JB himself was qualified to use them. JB said nothing, silently disassembled the armor, and then carefully put it on himself piece by piece. His movements were skillful and focused, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony. After putting on the clothes, he gently touched the floor, then carefully swept away a piece of dust, took out a rough-shaped ring from the mud, and slowly put it on his hand.