"Balin, thank you for your hard work."
King Muradin quickly rose from his throne, descended the steps, and shook Balin by the shoulders as he asked excitedly:
"How was the journey? How many warriors did we lose?"
"Those Great Xia people... are they reliable?"
"Did the trade go smoothly?"
"The weapons! Did you bring back Great Xia's weapons?!"
His barrage of questions voiced what every Dwarf wanted to know, and they all turned their eyes toward Balin.
Balin answered respectfully:
"Your Majesty, we lost eighty-seven brothers on the round trip."
"The Great Xia people are strong, and very... hospitable! Delegations from the Holy Human Race, the Elves, and the Half-Orcs are there too."
"The trade went smoothly. As for the equipment..."
At this point, Balin glanced at the ten Spatial Rings on his hands.
"I brought back half."
"There was too much. The rings couldn't hold it all, so we have to transport it in batches."
As soon as he finished speaking, he willed it.
Boom!
A steel behemoth eleven meters long and weighing fifty-five tons crashed onto the floor, shaking the entire Council Hall.
It had a thick cannon barrel and heavy armor, and soil from another world still clung to its tracks.
A cold, menacing aura of steel washed over the Dwarves, most of whom stood little more than a meter tall, making their breath catch.
"!!!"
"God of Craftsmen above! What kind of iron golem is this?!"
"What an oppressive presence! Is it alive?"
Even the Dwarf King and all the elders recoiled a step, staring at the main battle tank in horror.
Before they could recover, Balin willed it again.
Clatter!
Rifles, heavy machine guns, rocket launchers...
All sorts of unheard-of modern weapons poured out of the Spatial Rings, soon forming a small mountain in the