Wokan swallowed hard, organized his thoughts, and answered Lind's questions one by one.
"This scale armor has been tested by people and received a lot of positive feedback. It is lightweight, weighing almost half as much as the original iron scale armor, making it easy to move around and very agile."
"I've had someone test its strength. Compared to ordinary standard scale armor, its protective performance is much higher. Even a crossbow shot from the front can be deflected directly and cannot penetrate it at all."
"The only weakness is that due to the thickness of the armor plates, it is impossible to equip certain joints. Instead, ordinary iron scale armor can be used to cover these areas, which are relatively vulnerable."
"In short, this is a piece of equipment that currently seems to be almost comparable to enchanted plate armor."
Lind was very pleased after hearing Volkan's evaluation of the equipment, but another question arose.
Linde looked left and right and only saw this one suit of armor. He estimated that the making of this scale armor must have been very time-consuming and laborious.
So he asked:
"Just this one?"
At this moment, Wokan said somewhat embarrassedly:
"Just... just this one..."
Then he added:
"We spent a lot of time designing this scale armor, and since it was our first time making it, we experimented with many things, so the progress might be a bit slow..."
Linde thought about it and felt it was about the same, so he asked:
"Given the current quality of this scale armor, how long would it take you to make a suit of scale armor like this?"
After thinking for a moment and discussing it with several blacksmiths, Wokan said:
"If we work in groups of five, we can make one set in as little as a week... no, about five days."
Linde counted the number of blacksmiths; there were only 15 people in total. After deducting the group responsible for equipment maintenance, there could be at most two groups that could continuously produce this kind of scale armor.
If we calculate it that way, it would only be about 12 sets per month. If we wanted to equip all 50 bronze warriors with this kind of scale armor, it would take about 5 months.
It's been almost half a year!
Although it's a bit slow, it's still a real boost to combat power, so it's okay if it's slow.
"Oh, by the way, do you have enough scales to make this kind of armor?"
Volkan searched the shack and dragged out a wooden box containing unprocessed monster armor plates.
"There are still quite a few left. These can easily make a dozen or so sets, but no more than that."
Looking at the remaining armor plates, Lind hoped that Weeks could bring him some good news, preferably enough to lure the monster over and raise it directly.
"Let's arrange it like this for now: two groups will manufacture this new scale armor, and the remaining group will repair and maintain the equipment."
"yes!"
"By the way, how many of you know how to enchant equipment?"
At this moment, all the blacksmiths looked at Volkan, and Lind guessed the general situation. Among this group of blacksmiths, Volkan was probably the only one who knew how to enchant equipment.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Wokan said:
"At the moment, I am the only one who can do it."
"Alright, it's fine now. Let's just proceed with the current plan to manufacture the equipment. We can put other things aside for now."
"yes……"
Linde stepped out of the tent, sighed deeply, and looked at the bustling territory, letting out another long sigh:
"Take it one step at a time; you can't get fat in one bite."
Linde was also planning to see if there were any spare hands at the blacksmith's, and if he could free up a group of people to make enchanted weapons.
Linde had been eyeing his enchanted javelin for a long time. Once it was mass-produced and deployed, it could easily create a terrifying "rain of iron".
This posed a great threat to heavy cavalry and heavily armored soldiers, and those without armor or light armor were even worse off; if they encountered them, they would either die or be maimed.
Even if you encounter enchanted plate armor, taking a hit head-on, while it won't penetrate directly, will absolutely be unbearable for the person inside. Warriors below the silver rank will be knocked unconscious, and it's estimated that only those above the gold rank can barely withstand such a hit.
However, with his Gold-level physical attributes and the enchanted shield, he probably wouldn't be hurt even in the rain of iron.
For example, the Gold-level warrior beside him, Aster.
However, Linde never expected that this thing could directly kill high-end combat forces; it was designed to target advanced elite troops.
After all, the high-end combat forces here aren't so powerful that they can fly or dive into the ground; they can be overwhelmed by elite troops.
Linde had heard Astaire describe how, when they encountered the last remaining high-level fighters who had failed to escape, they used a method of attrition warfare, using crossbows and hooked chains to restrain them, and were able to capture them quickly.
This other world, due to its various differences, has developed its own unique way of waging war.
Not to mention that the power of magic is now rising, and the situation of war is changing rapidly.
Thinking of the power of the Crystal Bone Dragon Breath Cannon he had witnessed before, which had even pierced through the seemingly invincible Fortified City, Linde couldn't help but worry about the future situation.
After all, nobody wants to be blasted into pieces by a powerful magic cannon.
Linde walked out of the camp. It was almost dusk, and the sunset bathed the entire camp in a golden hue, making it appear exceptionally bright.
But the golden hue couldn't bring enough warmth. The chill of early spring foreshadowed the approaching night, and the cold gradually crept up Linde's neck. As a gust of cold wind blew by, Linde tightened his robe.
"Sir, please go back quickly, it's still a bit cold outside."
A sound of hooves rang out, and a group of guards came up to Linde. The horses were covered in sweat and looked quite tired.
It was Astaire, who had just returned from leading a patrol.
Aster dismounted, his black cloak fluttering in the cold wind.
"Thank you for your hard work, Astaire."
"My lord, it is my duty."
Aster turned to the weary guards and said:
"You all go straight back to camp. I'll take the adults there."
"yes!"
A soldier, quite astutely, dismounted, handed his horse to Aster, and rode alongside the soldier beside him.
Astaire gave his horse to Lind, and then rode on the horse left behind by the soldier.
"My lord, didn't I tell you last time that you must ride a horse when you travel? Walking is tiring and time-consuming, which is not in keeping with your noble status."
Listening to Astaire's nagging, Linde knew that Astaire was doing it for his own good, so he readily agreed.
"I was in a bit of a rush today and forgot to ride my horse..."
Honestly, even after being in this world for so long, Linde still hasn't gotten used to riding a horse everywhere he goes. He only rides a horse when he needs to carry something.
When Linde was in the Earl's territory, he went to the city for the first time and planned to walk there. He was scolded by the old butler, Ssey, who told him to be mindful of noble manners and not to embarrass the Earl's family in public.
Once they arrived in their territory, there were no other nobles around besides Alice.
Moreover, Alice herself was not an aristocrat in the traditional sense; she had even less aristocratic demeanor than Lind.
Therefore, Linde became quite unrestrained in his aristocratic manners, and only Aster, who was by his side, would frequently remind him of them.
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