The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 120 Thick Warrior

The armor plates on Bemke's body were all designed by human blacksmiths to fit the body's thick armor plates.

The supporting points of this pair of steel armor are the waist and shoulders.

It is a pity that human craftsmen have not developed technology related to exoskeletons, so Bemke, as a warrior, needs to use his body to resist the weight of steel.

How heavy is this armor?
Generally speaking, the thickness of each part of a set of plate armor is about 1.5 to 2 mm.

Even so, the weight of the full-body plate armor has reached 20 or even 30 kilograms.

You must know that the plate armor can be said to be an armor style with a relatively small amount of material under the same protective area.

And there are different designs to distribute the weight on the waist and shoulders, and the flexibility is still very good.

Even so, soldiers wearing heavy armor cannot last long on the battlefield, and their physical strength will be exhausted if they are not careful.

And a full-body battle armor nailed with armor plates with an average thickness of fifteen millimeters, even if calculated according to the same thickness, would weigh at least two hundred kilograms.

With the weight of [-] kilograms on the flesh, and the barbed rivets embedded in the flesh and blood, Bemke did his best to keep the armor from loosening.

When all the nails were nailed into his body, with just a slight movement, he could feel the feeling of the barb hooking the flesh.

Every time at this time, Bemke would let out a heart-piercing roar, and his originally calm thinking would become violent.

At this time, thirty tribal warriors, and even Chief Iron Skin, would be needed to suppress this monster.

You must know that Bemke at this time is still wearing hundreds of kilograms of iron armor!

Red and black blood seeped out from the gaps in the armor from time to time, dyeing the armor into a strange color.

Under the attack of barbs, Bemke, blessed with corrupt power, couldn't heal even for a moment!

"Bemke, you're a real fighter."

Ironhide admired him. Even though he knew that Bemke was already unconscious at this time, he still couldn't help admiring such a brave warrior.

In this age when everyone in the world is pursuing mysterious spells, few males can take on such heavy responsibilities.

Be it mentally or physically.

"Roar"

Seemingly understanding Ironhide's words, Bemke in the iron armor responded with a deep neigh.

"Bemke"

Tie Pi's eyes were sour, and big teardrops gushed out of them.

What an honor it is to have such a tenacious warrior in the tribe!
"It's just the last step, just bear with it."

"Be patient, Bemke."

Tie Pi, who knew he couldn't delay the big event, held back his tears, turned his head and scolded the humans on the side:
"What are you waiting for! The warrior of the tribe is in pain! Solder the chain for him!"

Ironhide had always sneered at these captive humans.

Even the most stupid tribal children have a bit of courtesy, righteousness and shame. These human beings can sell their own people without hesitation in order to survive.

However, even though Ironhide reprimanded him so harshly, several human blacksmiths did not dare to step forward again.

Because just a few minutes ago, Bemke, who was in a frenzy, had shot a human blacksmith to death on the spot.

There must be more than 20 kilograms of iron on the arm alone.

The blacksmith who was punched on the forehead turned into a headless corpse on the spot.

The exploded brains splashed all over the bodies of the blacksmiths.

Who dares to go forward?

The reason why the human blacksmith didn't want to go forward was also very clear to Tin Hide.

But he doesn't care about human life or death.

Tie Hide raised the big iron hammer with one hand, and threw it directly at a human blacksmith.

When flesh and blood met steel, the blacksmith was quickly smashed into a lump of unknown shape.

"I don't care if you like it or not, I will only give you two ways, either, you will be smashed to death by me, or you will be gloriously shot to death by the warriors of the tribe!"

"No! Lord Chief! We will serve the brave tribal warriors!"

Facing the desperate dead end, the blacksmiths had no choice but to put away their timidity.

They picked up the chains and walked towards Bemke nervously.

Ironhide also knew that this matter could not be delayed, so he asked the surrounding tribal warriors to step forward and hold down Bemke desperately.

According to Samir's narration, the flesh and blood of the warrior of God is very tough, and the hard and powerful muscles can even clamp the sword that is cut into the body.

But even so, it is unrealistic to fix the armor with the body of the warrior of God alone.

Just like human beings need straps to wear armor, a complete warrior of the gods must have iron ropes as a restraint if he wants to put on armor.

The tightly bound iron chains will tighten Bemke's armor, making it firmly fixed in the flesh and blood.

The resulting impact, such as inconvenience, is no longer important.

The blacksmiths wound the chain around Bemke's body, and then the strongest iron hide was responsible for fastening it.

The tightened iron nail penetrated into the warrior's body again, causing Bemke to fall into a rage again.

The tribal warriors quickly held him down, and the blacksmiths also braced themselves and began to forge the joints of the chains.

That's right, it was forging. They poured red-hot coals directly at the joints of the chains, and then began to beat the heated chains.

It is not enough to just integrate the chains into one piece, but another circle of molten iron must be poured on the joints.

This cycle went on and on, and finally, Bemke's body was welded with thirteen thick chains.

There is also a steel helmet modeled on a wild boar with sharp tusks, supplemented by a neck guard made of chains on all sides.

When this helmet was also worn on Bemke's neck, the Warrior of God was declared to be formed.

"All that's left is to wait for them to come to your door."

Tiepi looked at the majestic warrior of God in front of him, and said confidently.

Ickert, who was walking in the jungle, only felt an itchy nose and an urge to sneeze.

But in order not to expose the whereabouts of the troops, he still held back this small problem.

It's just the feeling of extreme anxiety in my heart that I can't get rid of.

"Could it be that this is a trap?"

Looking up in the direction of the Iron Fist Tribe, Ickert wondered if he had lost his mind, thinking about messy things.

Although his strategic intention to attack the Iron Fist Tribe may be exposed, the steel resources have to be obtained from there.

The efficiency of smelting ore is too low. If possible, Ickert would like to use the ready-made ironware to smelt it.

This iron content is not much higher than ore!
If possible, Ickert even wants to use the existing resources to make a shot.

So the iron-fisted tribe will die no matter what today.

Looking at the mighty gun raised beside him, Ickert's self-confidence strengthened.

The two gun-carrying mice were stared at by Ickert, a little dazed.

The two mice looked at me, and I looked at you, but they didn't see any clues from each other.

Why is the clan chief looking at us?

alert.

(End of this chapter)