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"Pretty much~ The thing is definitely around here! I just stopped by to do some side quest achievements while I was looking for it." Lin Bei said, flipping his wrist and pulling out a hammer.

Its design is somewhat like a warhammer, with a longer handle and a thicker hammerhead than a regular hammer.

The cross-section alone is two palm-widths wide.

Looking at the hammerhead that could be used as a mirror, Gandalf could imagine how much strength the person wielding it must have, and that anyone who faced it was destined for a bad end.

Moreover, with the help of the faint white light, Gandalf could also see the runes that were faintly flashing on it.

"Alright, they're just a bunch of cannon fodder monsters. Even if there are many of them, they won't amount to anything."

Don't worry.

With me, the top player on the server leaderboard, guiding you, you can just sit back and wait for the experience to accumulate!

Gandalf looked at Lin Bei speechlessly; this guy was spouting nonsense again, words he couldn't understand.

"By the way, are you familiar with this place? Where is the Qazadum Bridge?" Lin Bei asked.

Gandalf said awkwardly, "This place is a sacred place in the hearts of the dwarves. I don't have the prestige to be allowed to enter here."

Lin Bei thought about it and agreed. Dwarves forged with Sauron's help and marked with the Seven Rings would have their greed constantly stimulated. Although the power granted would be quite strong, it would only be about double.

Moreover, the dwarves were unable to experience the original benefits of wearing the Ring, such as immortality.

Otherwise, there would be more than nine Ringwraiths serving as Sauron's henchmen.

They traveled a further distance.

During this period, Lin Bei would enter every door he encountered.

We also entered quite a few rooms.

Unfortunately, everything inside was gone, leaving only the dwarf's skeleton, which was incomplete.

For example, in a room right now.

There are many dwarf skeletons, but there are obvious signs that they have been dismantled. Some are missing leg bones, while others have had their skulls broken off.

It's probably used either as a weapon or as a wine bowl.

You can't exactly take it to a bar, can you?

The creature that took action was easy to guess; it was either an Orc or an Ogre.

Orcs? These evil creatures are considered an intelligent race; at most, they would take a few bones and use them as chew toys for their dire wolf companions.

"What a disappointment! There's nothing here!"

Lin Bei said disappointedly.

Suddenly, he looked up and gazed out the door.

Seeing Lin Bei's actions, Gandalf quickly drew his jeweled sword from his waist, looked warily toward the door, and scanned the darkness outside.

A few dark shadows could be vaguely seen flashing by.

Lin Bei turned his head and said, "Those orcs should have some intelligence, right?"

Gandalf, maintaining a wary posture, replied, "Yes! It's all thanks to that fellow Sauron; those evil creatures are quite intelligent."

Some of the more intelligent ones can even speak a common language and imitate humans.

For example, ogres now know that cooked food tastes better, so they no longer eat the people they capture directly, but instead roast them over a fire.

"That's good~" Lin Bei said, looking at the increasing number of dark figures flashing by outside, "Finally, we've met some kind people~"

Hopefully they'll be more familiar with this place.

Could you please tell me exactly where the Qazadoom Bridge is?

Gandalf couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why are you so concerned about the Bridge of Qazadoom?"

Lin Bei said mysteriously, "Because there's a big guy under the Qazadum Bridge!"

"Alright~" Gandalf's eyes involuntarily glanced at the warhammer in Lin Bei's hand, thinking: It must be related to this weapon.

"Let's deal with the current problems first."

As Gandalf finished speaking.

The monsters outside seemed to sense that the time had come.

The number has reached a sufficient level.

An Oc, clad in mithril armor and holding a mithril dagger, slowly walked to the doorway.

Looking at Orc, who was equipped with such fine gear, Gandalf couldn't help but smack his lips, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with the dwarves.

You guys dug everywhere, courting death and then funding the enemy. You deserved to die!

But now I'm the one suffering.

Gandalf found this situation very troublesome, even though he could easily deal with ten orcs.

But it's also taking advantage of the fact that they have no armor.

But now in front of him was Oak, who was dressed in mithril armor and wielding a mithril weapon.

There are still countless others outside.

Thinking of this, Gandalf couldn't help but curse inwardly.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to Lin Bei, who remained calm and composed.

Seeing that Lin Bei remained calm, Gandalf felt much more at ease.

Grum looked at the two humans in front of him, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips. It had been a long time since he had used fresh human flesh.

Thinking of this, Groom couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.

Although they are closely related to orcs, or rather, orcs are the evolved form of the Orcs, much like the difference between humans and Homo sapiens.

The Oc is about the same height as a dwarf or a hobbit.

However, the orcs, who are evolved forms of the Orcs, are different. They are about the same height as humans, and some outstanding individuals are even taller than humans.

Moreover, their lifespan is much longer; living for hundreds of years is not a problem.

Unfortunately, like the orcs, the Orcs were created by Morgoth as cannon fodder, and the evil and warlike nature was deeply ingrained in their bones.

This also meant that although Oc lived long lives, they generally did not live past ten years and would die on the battlefield.

Despite being an Orc with a full set of mithril armor, Grum's status is far lower than that of an Orc.

They can only be considered cannon fodder.

It's easy to imagine what they ate.

"Fatty!"

Groom roared, pointing his mithril dagger at Gandalf and Lin Bei, and shouted outside.

Upon hearing that there was meat, a dozen orcs dressed in cobbled-together mithril gear rushed in, their eyes wide as they stared at Lin Bei and Gandalf.

Lin Bei couldn't help but grin and glance at Gandalf.

Lin Bei: Is this considered wisdom?

Gandalf: You tell me they can't even talk properly!

Lin Bei withdrew his gaze, casually swung his warhammer, and slammed an Orc who had jumped at him into the wall.

It emitted a huge roar.

The Orc that was sent flying by the hammer only had a slight dent in its mithril armor, which shows that its defense is indeed astonishingly strong. Ordinary weapons simply cannot break through its defense.

Unfortunately, Lin Bei was holding a warhammer, which has an obtuse angle attack attribute, making it most effective at breaking through armored enemies.

The Oc was so shocked that it bled from all seven orifices and died.

Seeing that Oak, who wanted to be the first to eat crab, died a violent death.

The remaining Oc were not afraid; instead, they became excited.

It can only be said that having a low intelligence stat also has its advantages.

The first Ork to discover himself and Gandalf showed no intention of rushing forward. Instead, it cried out loudly, calling for its companions outside to come in and die.

Although these Oc are not strong in combat, they are still a threat to Lin Bei.

Lin Bei could hammer like that all day without getting tired.

But it can also be annoying.

Looking at the Oak corpses that had piled up to almost half the room.

Gandalf, however, was helping to recover mithril equipment from the orcs.

As Lin Bei hammered away another Orc that pounced at him, he turned back to Gandalf, who was still rummaging through his equipment, and warned him, "Stay away!"

I'm going to start calling for reinforcements!

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Gandalf looked up in confusion. "Huh?"

Before I could even react, I was squeezed into the corner, my raised buttocks pressing against my abdomen as I was pressed against the wall.

Chapter 121 Please restore your original posture!

The room was filled with a group of fat, large bear goblins.

There is only a one-meter space around Linbei.

Other spaces were too crowded and were piled up into a bear-goblin ladder.

They couldn't fit inside the room and slid out onto the doorway.

These goblin bears wore rough, unpolished iron armor, and the sharp barbs couldn't cut through their rough skin.

The weapons in their hands were either thick-backed broadswords or nail-headed hammers, all mass-produced, highlighting their bulky, clumsy, and rough appearance.

If these goblins were in the D&D game, they would be at least level 10.

Either Strength or Constitution must exceed 15 points.