The knight in the abyss

Chapter 295 Armor Workshop
"That problem can be resolved later." Lancelot said, "When are we going to leave?"

"Leave tomorrow morning, if everyone is okay." The elven prince glanced at everyone, "We have to spend a day going to Pascole and crossing the Hofenstein River under the cover of night. After that, we will go Rest in the cave, drive at night, and strive to reach Gormen Dicolia within five days. There I will contact the hidden spies in the local area, and then decide on the plan to infiltrate the fortress.”

"Okay." Lancelot nodded, "Everyone have a good rest tonight, and then we have to return to the days of sleeping in bed."

What responded to him was a burst of good-natured laughter, and Aksian looked at the group of people in surprise. They were about to carry out a very dangerous mission, but they still had such an optimistic attitude.Obviously, this group of people is either a bunch of fools or real adventurers, and the latter seems more likely now.

"Ahem, there is another small problem." The elf prince cleared his throat, and once again attracted everyone's attention, "I need to do some... processing on your armor."

"What do you mean?" Aramir clutched his chest, "My armor is in very good condition..."

"I have no doubt about it, I just want them to be more in line with the environment in the north." Aksian beckoned to the dwarf bartender, "Dag, take these friends to visit your basement, I need what you give them Add a little 'decoration' to the armor."

"Really? That would be great!" The dwarf bartender opened a horizontal panel on the bar. "Let them in quickly. Would you mind watching over me for a while, Prince?"

"My hands that have killed countless monsters should be able to hold the cup steady." The elf waved his hands, "Put all their bills on me tonight."

"Oh!" Brutal, who was sleepy just now, widened his eyes, "This is really interesting! I found that I have fallen in love with you, Elf!"

"Haha, I hope you like what you're going to see next." Aksian had a weird smile on his face.

Lancelow raised his eyebrows, followed curiously across the bar, and led everyone down an unusually wide staircase into the basement of this dwarf bar.

There was a smell of coal and metal in the blowing air, which made it easy for him to guess what kind of place was below.As he expected, the wide basement is a typical dwarf workshop. A small furnace is semi-fixed on the wall, and there are dark red coals burning inside; iron inkstones, grinding wheels, workbenches, and tanning racks are scattered around. , beside which are neatly stacked various tools and raw materials.

But what really attracted Lancelot was not these, but a set of armor hanging on the wall.From the appearance, we can vaguely see the style of dwarven heavy armor, but the surface is covered with sharp blades and spikes like spikes. These things that should not appear on the armor are so dense that the armor itself becomes Wearing this armor, charging and grappling are enough to cause terrible wounds, and it is difficult for opponents to attack without injuring themselves.

"I used to be a member of the famous 'Ripper' legion in Mithril Hall. The orcs would lose their legs when they heard our battle cry, and the dark elves would shit under our attack." The dwarf bartender proudly puffed out his chest , looking at the set of 'murder weapon' on the wall as if looking at a lover.

"What do you want to bring us here?" Brutal asked impatiently, "If I want to hear you brag about those glorious achievements in the past, I would rather hold a glass of ale in my hand..."

"No, that's not why Axian Mingyan sent you here." The brown-bearded dwarf named Dag shook his head, "He wants me to transform your armor into that of the Ripper Legion. It’s like a battle suit. For some reason, demons seem to be used to this style, wearing such armor and walking on the streets of Gormen Dicolia, the evil residents there will not even give you a second look.”

"Uh..." Brutal swallowed hard, "It looks like it's easy to hurt yourself."

"Since other dwarves can do it, so can you." Lancelot encouraged his dwarf companions, "I can't wait to see you rush into a group of demons wearing that armor."

"You need it too, Sir Lancelot." Dag looked at them seriously, "Except for that succubus paladin, all of you need it,"

Lancelot choked, and the rest of the people also showed terrified expressions on their faces.

"What are you going to do?" Kalalin asked Cora, who had no psychological burden. He was a spellcaster wearing a robe, and he didn't quite understand the enthusiasm of melee buyers for armor.

"It's just a temporary device, and it will be easy to install and remove." The dwarf pulled out a belt-like metal strip covered with spikes from under the workbench. It will fall off after six times, but you are going to do infiltration work, right? So these things are just decorations for you..."

"I don't want to add these things to my beautiful armor." Aramir's face was full of despair, "but we don't have a choice, do we?"

"Not only that, but you have to find a way to make your hair white, just like a drow elf." Dag replied with a smile.

"Occasionally, I am willing to try some different styles." Lancelow shrugged and began to remove his shoulder armor, and Brutal and Aramiel followed suit, "This is all for the success of the mission, isn't it Is it?"

"This makes you look like the kind of bandits who hang shoulders with ogres or orcs." Kara Lin gloated from the side, "Has a reputation similar to that of the anus."

"What are you waiting for?" Dag looked at Kara Lin with a serious expression, "You take it off too."

"I want it too?" The scholar jumped back in shock, covering his chest with his hands, "I can't cast spells while hanging those heavy things..."

"Ah, you don't need that." The dwarf bartender got under the tool table and pulled out another box, "I'm going to dress you up like a sorcerer, look at my inventory... Which style do you prefer, the goblin or Orcs?"

"Is there any difference between them?"

"Goblin style highlights include a shawl made from goblin fingers, a cloak made from a single piece of goblin hide, and a necklace made from a dried goblin head." The bartender held up a necklace to the scholar. The head of the goblin is about the size of an apple, "and the highlight of the orc style is the necklace made of wolf teeth, a large number of bird feather decorations, and the cloak with the bear's head hood..."

"Give me the orc." Karaline said hastily, "I happen to know a goblin..."

"As you like." The dwarf shrugged his shoulders. "Leave your armor and go back up to drink in the bar. They will be new in the morning."

"I think it's more appropriate to describe it as unrecognizable." Karaline sighed, took off his coat resignedly, and then walked out towards the steps where he came.

　Thanks to Bai Niu for picking the s button, addicted to the book and unable to extricate himself from the recommendation votes cast by two book friends!I am not very satisfied with this chapter today. I changed it several times back and forth. Sorry for the late posting.
　　


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