Chapter 899
My Empire Chapter 899
2020-11-03
Chapter 899 901 Good ArmorDemon Realm, also when Chris was standing in front of Gurlo's bed, a demon officer Stared wide-eyed, the officer watching Alanhill laid out a transcribed plan before his eyes.
This demon officer is responsible for escorting a new batch of demon civilian captives, a total of 2,400 people, to the Alanhill control area.
He really wasn't mentally prepared to be left behind by humans to deliver a new message that people didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"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, humans have always been very resistant to the army of demons. The acceptance of demons by civilians is very low, let alone those demon soldiers who fight for the source of magic, are full of evil, and have blood on their hands.
But at this time, human beings are ready to accept more than 1,000 demon soldiers, and they want to arm these demon soldiers, which makes the demon officers a little puzzled.
However, the human officer's answer was clear and unambiguous: "Yes! That's right, we need to arm 1,000 Demon Race soldiers to participate in the crusade against the Demon Race stubborn. "
"But...but...these surrendered people...are all demon civilians." The demon officer who led the team said embarrassedly.
"Then find 1,000 qualified warriors immediately! The most powerful warriors you can find! You must obey our orders and obey our orders completely..." He said rudely.
This world is so cruel. While human beings are killing humans, they are seeking cooperation with demons.
And in another barracks that has been built for demons, several demons are looking at me, and I look at you and look at the armor distributed to them.
To be honest, they have never seen such a good-looking armor when they are so big: although there is no magic defense inscription, these armors are very thick, and because of the precision processing, even the edges and corners are Sanded.
Many of these demons had worked in armor workshops before. Looking at the armors in front of them, they all had the urge to prostrate oneself in admiration.
"What are you kidding me, these armors are for us?" A young demon asked in disbelief while stroking the armor in his hand.
He didn't know who he was asking, anyway, he didn't believe that these beautiful armors in their eyes would be given to them by humans for nothing.
"It's much better than the armor we built... Look at the hardness, and the thickness... It's really nothing to say." A demon who worked in the armor workshop followed with emotion.
He has never built such exquisite armor, and he even knows that even his master has never built such a level of armor!
In the past, they were only responsible for the simple treatment of molten iron, and then ding ding dong dong with a hammer. As for whether the armor they knocked out was evenly thick, would it rust, would it There are other issues, they don't care.
And the Demon Race warriors who wear these armors to fight will not be picky: they are the most fierce and unafraid of death warriors in this world, and they are specially born for war. Any kind of armor can defeat the enemy...
Of course, these silly ideas are a long, long time ago, and now the Demon Race is not invincible, they have been defeated again and again Defeat, has reached the point where there is no defeat.
There were voices of admiration throughout the barracks. These demons, who were originally civilians, received their weapons and equipment and transformed themselves from miners or coolies to warriors waiting for training.
At this moment, most of these warriors who have not been trained are sighing at the level of their weapons and equipment.
The praise here is not over yet. In a corner on the other side, a demon cautiously caressed his armor, for fear of damaging it.
Beside him, the demons who didn't dare to easily bump into the armor that was issued, tsk tsk said in admiration: "There's not even a bit of rust, how did they keep these armors?"
"It's so light, how did they do it? Adding ferrite? Impossible, ah, the price of ferrite is not cheap..." On the other side, a savvy former blacksmith was talking with People around me discuss the manufacturing process of the armor.
He didn't know what mechanical stamping was, and he didn't 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 did not know that these armors were not actually made for Demon Race. These armors were actually part of the arms supplies that Alanhill exported to Beastman Race.
Originally, the manufacturer of Alanhill was afraid that some defective products would be returned by Beastman Race, so they produced a batch of spare parts. As a result, Beastman Race has seen mass-produced high-quality armor. Accept all orders, simply does not mean to return defective products.
As a result, these thousands of armors have been piled up in Alanhill's warehouse, becoming a backlog of useless materials.
When Alanhill executives decided to set up a demon army, Demon Race, which is similar in size to Beastman Race, became the best takeover of this batch of armors.
As a result, this batch actually didn't cost much, and the quality can only be regarded as ordinary Alanhill foreign trade armor. You know, how these demons would look if they saw the mass-produced magical armor that Alanhill designed and built for Elf Race.
That is the real armor, that is the ultimate form of the magic armor that has been popular on the magic continent for thousands of years - in addition to the mechanical skeleton, the magic armor customized by Elf Race is the real The pinnacle of armor!
The demons in front of them have never seen the world, and of course they don't know how terrifying the elf regular army of Alanhill is.
So they can still admire the armor in front of them, and they can also imagine how majestic they look when they put on such armor.
A demon looked at the armor in his hand, thought of those Demon Race elites who died in the foreign world, and sighed with emotion: "It's not cheap...if we can build something like this The armor... alas... let's not talk about it."
Just as these demons sighed for their armor, outside their camp, a car full of long sword and a Shield's truck stopped steadily.
(end of this chapter)