Nine Hundred and One Good Armor

In the Demon Realm, at the same time when Chris was guarding Gurlo's bed, a demon officer was staring wide-eyed, looking at the officer of Alan Hill, and spread out a copy of the plan in front of his eyes .

This demon officer is responsible for escorting a new batch of demon civilian captives, a total of 2,400, to the area controlled by Alan Hill.

He was really unprepared and would be left behind by humans to convey a new message that made people laugh and cry.

"You want to recruit 1,000 soldiers? Demon soldiers? Fight for you?" He looked at the contents of the plan and asked in disbelief.

As far as he knows, human beings have always been very resistant to rejecting the demon army. The common people's acceptance of demons is very low, let alone those demon soldiers who fight for the origin of magic, are full of evil, and have blood on their hands.

But this time, human beings are going to accept more than 1,000 demon soldiers and arm them, which makes the demon officer a little puzzled.

However, the human officer's answer was clear and unambiguous: "Yes! That's right, we need to arm 1,000 demon soldiers to participate in the crusade against demon recalcitrants."

"But... but... these people who surrendered... are all demon civilians." The demon officer who led the team said in embarrassment.

"Then immediately find 1,000 qualified fighters! The most powerful fighters you can find! You must obey our command and completely obey our orders..." The human officer said without any politeness.

This world is so cruel, while humans are killing humans, they are seeking cooperation with demons.

And in another barracks that has been built for demons, several demons are looking at you and me, and I am looking at you, looking at the armor distributed to them.

To be honest, they have never seen such a beautiful armor when they grow up so big: Although there is no magic defense inscription, these armors are very thick, and because of the precise processing, even the corners and corners have been polished.

Many of these demons had worked in armor workshops before, and when they looked at the armor in front of them, they all had the urge to throw themselves to the ground.

"Are you kidding, these armors are for us?" A young demon stroked the armor in his hand and asked in disbelief.

He didn't know who he was asking, anyway, he didn't believe that these armors, which seemed so exquisite to them, would be given to them by humans for nothing.

"It's much better than the armor we made...Look at the hardness,

And this thickness... really nothing to say. "A demon who had worked in an armor workshop sighed with emotion.

He has never made such an exquisite armor, and he even knows that even his master has never made such a level of armor!

In the past, they were only responsible for handling the molten iron, and then hammered it with a hammer. As for whether the armor they hammered out was uniform in thickness, whether it would rust, or whether there would be other problems, they were all unanimous. No matter.

And those demon warriors who wear these armors to fight will not be picky: they are the most fearless warriors in the world, they are born for war, and they can win with any armor they wear. enemy……

Of course, these silly ideas were all done a long time ago. The demons are no longer invincible.

The entire barracks was full of admiration. These demons, who were originally civilians, received their weapons and equipment, and changed from miners or coolies to soldiers waiting for training.

At this moment, most of these untrained fighters are sighing at how well-equipped their weapons are.

The praise here is not over yet, in a corner on the other side, a demon caresses his armor carefully, for fear of breaking the armor.

Beside him, the demon who also didn't dare to touch the handed out armor lightly, sighed in admiration: "There is not even a little rust, how did they preserve these armors?"

"It's so light, how did they do it? Added iron? It's impossible, the price of iron is not cheap..." On the other side, a knowledgeable former blacksmith was talking with the people around him. Discuss the manufacturing process of the armor.

He didn't know what mechanical stamping was, nor did he know what alloy forging was. Anyway, he just knew that the armor in front of him was not as simple as it looked.

Of course, he certainly didn't know that these armors were not actually custom-made for the demons. These armors were actually part of the ammunition supplies that Alan Hill exported to the orcs.

Originally, the manufacturer of Alan Hill was afraid that defective products would be returned by the orcs, so they produced a batch of spare parts. As a result, the orcs had never seen mass-produced high-quality armor. , There is no meaning of returning defective products at all.

As a result, these thousands of armors have been piled up in Alan Hill's warehouse, becoming a useless backlog of supplies.

When the high-level executives of Alan Hill decided to form a demon army, the demons, who were closer in size to the orcs, became the best suitors for this batch of armor.

Ever since, this batch didn't cost much, and the quality can only be regarded as ordinary Alan Hill foreign trade armor, which has become a peerless good armor in the eyes of the demons...

It is conceivable what kind of expression these demons will have if they see the mass-produced magic armor designed and built by Alan Hill for the elves.

That is the real armor, and that is the ultimate form of the magic armor that has been popular on the Magic Continent for thousands of years—except for the mechanical exoskeleton, the magic armor customized by the elves is the peak form of the real armor!

The demons in front of them have never seen the world after all, and of course they don't know how terrifying the regular elf army of Alan Hill is.

So they can still admire their armor in front of them, and they can also imagine how majestic they look like wearing such armor.

A demon looked at the armor in his hand, thought of those elite demons who died in another world, shook his head, and sighed with emotion: "It's not cheap... If we can build such an armor... Sigh... Stop talking."

Just when these demons were sighing for their armor, outside their camp, trucks loaded with long swords and shields stopped steadily.