Orc Horde Arrives

What Duke Apophis Breo found unbelievable was that although this dwarf legion was not large, its equipment was terrifying. No matter how small dwarves were, every one of them wore a mithril plate suit—an utterly insane extravagance. So far, only dwarves with mithril mines could afford to equip themselves like this. No wonder those Orcs could not break through; these iron cans relied entirely on equipment superiority. Even Roland would have had a hard time dealing with them.

Of course, mithril was not without flaws. At the very least, its magic resistance was inferior to adamantine. As everyone knew, mithril was famed for its defensive power, while adamantine was known for its conductivity and resistance to magic. If Balin could get some adamantine and mithril to forge Sun-Moon Alloy in the future, that would be fun. Forget moving freely through an Orc army—they would at least be cutting through it like vegetables!

"It's the family inheritance!" Balin seemed to have noticed Apophis Breo's astonishment. He casually waved a hand and explained. After all, only the stockpiles of Dwarf Moria could arm an army like this.

Even if Roland gathered up and melted down every Mithril Armor-piercing Hammer belonging to the Bannaria Archers, he could probably only make a few dozen sets of armor. After all, the Bannaria Archers' Mithril Armor-piercing Hammers only contained some mithril. How could they compare to Balin's extravagance of making plate armor from pure mithril? Ordinary Orcs could hammer at it all they wanted and still fail to dent it. They would exhaust themselves to death first.

"Wonderful!" Lindir's eyes lit up as he finally recognized what made Balin's subordinates extraordinary. This was incredible! They were practically the ultimate shields!

"It will still take some time for them to gather again. Duke Apophis Breo, you and