Mithril was very light and soft, with a density roughly twice that of water. Yet it possessed exceptionally high malleability and tremendous toughness, while allowing magical power and battle qi to pass through it almost perfectly. Thus, mithril was the material of choice for all magical weapons and magic staves. It was also an indispensable rare material in the inscription of all manner of magic arrays and magical runes.
Like refined gold and ten-thousand-layer deep-sea gold, the Tiger Clan could acquire no more than two pounds of mithril each year. They simply had no means of obtaining it!
But how much mithril was here? A full hundred cubic meters—two hundred tons! Four hundred thousand pounds of mithril!
Four hundred thousand pounds of mithril—not four pounds, not four hundred pounds, not four thousand pounds, but four hundred thousand pounds! Heaven have mercy, ever since the Tiger Clan had refined more than five thousand pounds of mithril from a fallen meteor three thousand years ago, this was the first time in three millennia that the Tiger Clan had possessed a mithril reserve exceeding a hundred pounds!
Four hundred thousand pounds of mithril represented thousands of supreme-grade holy artifacts, thousands of supreme-grade holy artifacts qualified to advance into demigod artifacts, thousands of sets of holy artifact armor with astonishing defensive power, and countless magic arrays and other miscellaneous instruments of war with devastating killing power.
"Lin Qi, how dare you deceive the clan's Commandants? What crime do you deserve for this?"
Lin Haiyuan nearly shrieked hysterically. He charged madly toward that small mountain of mithril, seized a mithril ingot, and roared at Lin Yueya with a twisted face, "Can you believe it? Four hundred thousand pounds of mithril sitting right before your eyes? Four hundred thousand pounds! The entire Western Continent sells no