Chapter 1148: 1130 Armor Harvest

Chapter 1148 1130. Armor Harvest

“Thank you, Lan.”

Bard took the agreement signed in black and white with the Lonely Mountain dwarf and a batch of gold to the outside of the Lonely Mountain. At the gate that was still in a mess, the human archer took his son and said 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, maybe?"

Lan En smiled and shook hands with him, and in response to Barn's flattered expression, he also extended his hand to him.

"Take your people and live a good life, Lord of River Valley City."

"Don't make fun of me." Bud's face showed expectations for the future, but also a little unconfidence in himself.

Riverdale was captured by Smaug at the hands of his ancestors, and this was always a knot in his mind.

"I don't know how far I can go, but I just have to give it my best."

Lan En responded with a kind smile.

"If someone like you is determined to give it your all, what is there that can't be accomplished?"

Bud walked out of the Lonely Mountain with Barn and the gold that symbolized the future hope of the people in the river valley.

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 engineering master in the Restoration Expedition, actively participated in the project 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 as talented as he can instinctively obtain accurate data.

"We can indeed peel off Smaug's scales and dragon hide."

Bofur took the lead and brought a dwarf engineering team from the Lonely Mountain to the ruins of Changhu Town.

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.

And Smaug's huge body 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 liquor in his saliva pocket, he breathed out a sigh of relief.

This piece of dragon scale is roughly in the shape of a kite, similar to the kite-shaped shield of the 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 the dragon scales. They were cut off from the whole piece. But if you process it carefully, it will take some effort."

The dwarves were unable to deal with Smaug before, but that doesn't mean they didn't even have the ability to damage the dragon's scales. Black Arrow is the representative of this ability.

Many of the 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. Many of the destructive methods used by the dwarves in engineering and forging cannot be used against it.

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 was a puddle 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.

"Then how much can be removed using this method?"

The three-flowered 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, very few times.

And as a predatory tribe in the Valley of Miasma, it likes to steal trophies from its prey, and it is even considered a racial habit.

So the flannel ball actually 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 I 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 alchemical leather bag and Qilin's back were both full, so Velvet Ball could only hold the rope and carry Zhaoge Luin's fur roll on his back, while his minions were wrapped in the fur roll.

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 what troubles Lan En now is where he still has room to store money?

So in the treasure that was like a mountain of gold and a sea of ​​silver, Lan En just randomly took two small boxes, dug them in twice and filled them, and hung them on both sides of the Qilin, like the pedals of a saddle.

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 money from his own knights, feel relieved.

At this point, Qilin, Velvet Ball, and Lan En himself were basically filled.

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.

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 was leaving the dwarf farewell, walked up to the two of them on Qilin's crowded horse 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're so kind, Lan."

Bilbo, who was feeding apples to the pony, said quickly.

But in fact, Lan En just thought it was too crowded on the horse.

But to him, these golds are truly the least valuable thing.

"But I'd rather give you my gold. My pony is tired. It's too hard for him to carry the gold, and the thought of carrying so much property with you on the way home may be fought over. The disgusting scenes of intrigue make me feel uncomfortable.”

Gold.

The gold that just a few days ago had been 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 take out the gold we buried in the troll cave we encountered before and take it with you when we pass by. You will need them."

(End of chapter)