Chapter 891: Dismantling Dwarf Soldier Armor and Beast Skin Clothing Linings

The Dwarf Warrior with the injured arm was somewhat listless; after being dragged out of the tool room, he did not look around at the environment or the surrounding Villagers who were watching.

Even though there were at least thirty Villagers surrounding them at this moment.

After all, it was already late at night. Aside from the Villagers who needed to prepare for the resistance after daybreak, many others were idle but not sleepy. Since Knight Jier had come over to have people strip the armor off the Dwarves, they had to come and watch.

By the light of the torches held by the onlookers, Jier carefully observed this Dwarf Soldier who was keeping his head down and remaining silent.

"I'll untie you in a moment. Will you take off your armor yourself, or shall we follow the previous rules: beat you up first, then forcibly remove your armor? Hmph, don't forget, these young men have suffered quite a bit of oppression from you Dwarves; don't expect them to go easy on you. If you want to take off the armor voluntarily, just nod."

Jier asked the Dwarf tentatively.

But the Dwarf only changed his expression slightly and made no move. He neither struggled on the ground nor nodded in submission. This made Jier feel it was a bit troublesome.

Shrugging, Jier clapped his hands, signaling the young men who wanted to beat the Dwarf to step forward: "It seems this one is a bit stubborn. As expected of a Dwarf, and the most stubborn type of guard Soldier among Dwarves at that. Everyone, please go ahead and beat him, but don't beat him too severely."

The young Knight stepped back, and immediately, the impatient young men rushed forward, half-crouching, swinging their arms with all their might to pummel the Dwarf on the ground.

Of course, no one was stupid enough to hit the Dwarf's body; after all, the armor on these Dwarves was not fake. Everyone swarmed the Dwarf's head, and a flurry of blows rained down.

Seeing that it was about enough, Jier immediately stepped forward to disperse the Villagers who were beating him and signaled the people beside him to untie the Dwarf, whose mouth and nose were bleeding.

The Rope was quickly untied. Jier lifted the Dwarf Soldier's head, pulled back his half-open eyelids, and checked his state of consciousness: "Hmm, he's unconscious. Let's begin."

He muttered to himself: "Truly stubborn."

Following Jier's signal, three young men immediately stepped forward to begin dismantling the Dwarf Soldier Armor.

Overall, the Dwarf Soldier Armor looked quite similar to the armor of a regular Dwarf Warrior, but it was only similar in style. Due to the vast difference in the materials used to make the armor, even a blind person could clearly distinguish the difference between the two.

Jier thought that was all there was to it, but as soon as the Villagers helping to dismantle the armor got their hands on it, they informed him of some other differences.

"Knight, this thing is so heavy."

This was a young Villager, holding a Gauntlet of the dismantled Dwarf Soldier Armor in both hands as he spoke to him.

Jier felt something was wrong the moment he saw the posture of the person holding it with both hands. After taking it himself, he discovered that although the Dwarf armor was the same size and style, the material weight of the Soldier Armor was completely different from that of ordinary Dwarf armor.

It was at least twice as heavy.

Because Dwarves are short and stocky, and their strength is several times that of Humans, their armor is inherently heavier than Human armor. And this Dwarf Soldier Armor was actually twice as heavy as regular Dwarf armor!

He hadn't noticed this when he fought the Dwarf Soldiers before. After all, after his Knight Training, Jier's raw strength far exceeded that of ordinary Humans and far exceeded that of Dwarves, so even if the Dwarf Soldier Armor was twice as heavy as regular Dwarf armor, he didn't feel any obvious difference during the fight.

It was to the extent that he could easily lift them with one hand and throw them far away.

"Hmm, so that's how it is." Jier sighed: "Fortunately, you didn't take the initiative to resist these Dwarves before I arrived."

"What do you mean, Knight?" the young Villager asked in confusion.

Jier tossed the Gauntlet in his hand and explained: "You have to know, this isn't just a simple matter of the armor being twice as heavy. The armor of these Dwarf Soldiers is inherently difficult to destroy. If you add this weight on top of that, it means that just a few of them can confront dozens of times their number of enemies head-on. Think about it, the Dwarf Soldiers holding their Spears level, then charging over..."

At this point, Jier suddenly said "Ah" and understood in an instant: "Hahaha, so that's it. That's why there are only a few professional Soldiers among the Dwarves here."

Jier gave a fierce huff: "Because they really only need these few Soldiers to handle most situations. If you add those heavy-weapon-wielding Dwarves who play with muscle, this place really wouldn't be a place that's easy to defeat."

Shaking his head, Jier ignored the bewildered young Villager and loudly mocked himself: "It seems I have to thank these Dwarves for their arrogance and conceit. Dividing their main combat power like adding firewood to a fire gave me the opportunity and possibility to defeat them one by one."

At this moment, the Dwarf Soldier lying on the ground, who was having his shoulder armor dismantled by two young men from the village, suddenly raised his hand to pick the cloth out of his mouth, opened his mouth, and stared straight at the young Knight: "If only we could truly be united, Human. Ugh, although we Dwarves pride ourselves on being united, and other races have always seen us that way, is there really such a united race in the world? If we were as united as the rumors say, would we have given you the chance to defeat us one by one?"

As he spoke, the Dwarf opened his mouth and spat a tooth onto the ground. It seemed a tooth had been knocked out during the earlier beating; this was rare, as Dwarf teeth and bones are solid, and it is uncommon for them to be knocked out.

Jier looked playfully at the Dwarf Soldier who hadn't spoken before and waved his hand to signal the people nearby to continue the work of dismantling the armor.

"It seems you have something to say? Go ahead, I'm listening."

But faced with the Human Knight's invitation to talk, the Dwarf Soldier stopped speaking and lowered his head.

Jier shrugged and no longer invited the other party to talk, just watching as the three young men followed the same method used to dismantle the ordinary Dwarf Warrior armor to remove the Soldier Armor from this Dwarf Soldier.

Because the armor was twice as heavy, this caused the time and difficulty of dismantling it to increase several times over. When they removed the Chest Armor of the Soldier Armor, it actually took two young men working together to move the component.

Besides that, Jier also curiously inspected the Dwarf Soldier Armor and found that even with his own strength, he couldn't bend or fold the armor components of the Dwarf Soldier Armor even a little bit.

You have to know that Jier's strength was greater than that of a dozen people combined, and he couldn't bend it at all with his effort. This was very unusual, meaning that besides the armor material, there were other factors influencing this set of armor.

He was very curious; if he could figure out the trick to this, could his own armor become just as powerful?

Jier fantasized about how powerful his own combat ability would become if he were wearing a suit of armor like this.

Thinking of Knight Kela's skills, the fantasy Jier had just ignited was extinguished. Simply having armor become hard and powerful could not completely determine the victory of a battle. If Knight Kela didn't use his real skills and even gave him one hand, Jier felt it was unlikely he could beat him.

In terms of martial arts, the training skills of a Knight that transcend those of Humans were far too lacking.

Not to mention the gap in combat experience and weapons.

"However, for these gaps, if there is a way to improve them, one must find a way to improve them. After all, when you see a high mountain, you have to climb over it."

When the entire set of Dwarf Soldier Armor was dismantled, Jier placed it on the ground to the side, letting the curious people around watch it as they pleased. Of course, he didn't forget to find a young man to guard this armor. After all, this was a truly valuable treasure; even if the people in the village couldn't recognize its preciousness, the necessary guarding still had to be done.

It wasn't that Jier didn't want to immediately put this set of Dwarf Soldier Armor into the Lady's dream; after all, Jier had done almost all the work in capturing these Dwarf Soldiers, so this was his spoils of war, and he had the right to dispose of these spoils.

It was just that with so many people watching, and unlike other places, Jier did not have a personal, private space of his own in the village at this time.

Therefore, there was no place to openly store these things.

Since that was the case, it was better to just display it openly in the open space and let the curious Villagers watch to their heart's content.

Placing important items under everyone's eyes was also a safe way to store them.

The Dwarf Soldier who had been stripped of his armor was dressed much like an ordinary Dwarf Warrior. It was just that the clothing worn under the armor was not made of coarse linen, but a piece of Beast Skin Clothing that looked quite sturdy.

Jier rubbed the beast skin with his hand and felt it wasn't any common animal hide; it was thick and tough. In order to make this Beast Skin Clothing breathable, the Dwarves had even specially opened many small holes in the leather material, allowing it to be breathable and sweat-wicking without affecting the effectiveness of the beast skin.

"What kind of beast material is this?" Jier asked curiously.

But this Dwarf Soldier had no intention of opening his mouth to answer.

Jier waved his hand in displeasure, signaling the people around to drag him away. This Dwarf didn't want to talk; perhaps other Dwarves would have the interest to answer. Faced with stubborn Dwarves, Jier had no choice but to think this way.

There was no help for it; he still had to rely on these Dwarves to negotiate after daybreak. He couldn't just beat them to death now because they wouldn't speak, could he?

Of the five Dwarf Soldiers, he didn't expect that the most "talkative" one would turn out to be the Dwarf Soldier Captain.

Unlike the other Dwarf Soldiers who neither surrendered nor resisted, this Dwarf Soldier Captain jumped up from the ground the moment his Rope was untied, giving everyone around a big fright.

Especially the surrounding Villagers who had previously beaten these Dwarves.

But the Dwarf Soldier Captain wasn't that stupid; he knew this wasn't the time to take revenge on the people around him. As soon as he got up, he knocked aside a young man who had come up to dismantle his armor. Ignoring the bruises and bloodstains all over his face, the Dwarf Soldier Captain, pretending to be unconscious, turned and ran. Although his legs were short, he moved them extremely fast, as if he had used every ounce of his strength.

But unfortunately, before this Soldier Captain had run even a few meters, and before the surrounding crowd could even let out their gasps, Jier instantly arrived at his side, grabbed the man's belt with one hand, and with a backhand motion, lifted him up and slammed him onto the ground.

With a dull thud, the Dwarf Soldier Captain landed on his back. He opened his mouth wide in pain, but could not make a single sound.

Jier raised his foot to step on the Dwarf Soldier Captain's chest, then raised a hand to signal the surrounding people to remain calm and orderly: "Rest assured, with me here, how could I let these losers escape? Everyone, rest assured."

Seeing Knight Jier regain control of the scene, the surrounding people breathed a sigh of relief; some began to applaud, and some Villagers even cheered loudly. Jier waved his hand, and it took a while for them to quiet down.

After seeing the surroundings quiet down, Jier bent over and reached out to pull the gag out of the Dwarf Soldier Captain's mouth: "Why run? Did you really think you could successfully escape? Under the gaze of so many people? Under my gaze?"

The Dwarf Soldier Captain first took a few deep breaths to steady himself, then glared fiercely at Jier, spat twice, and said: "Why wouldn't I run? Whether I succeed or not, whether I can get away or not, don't I have to try? Ptooey, if it weren't for your long legs and quick reactions just now, how could these people have stopped me?"

Jier thought that was true; the Dwarf Soldier Armor had good protection and was heavy, so as long as he started running, even if the surrounding people used a human wall to block him, they might not successfully intercept him. If he hadn't been here, this person might have escaped given the chance.

Of course, if he hadn't been here, this Dwarf Soldier Captain would not have been captured by the villagers either.

"Do you know that the other Dwarf Soldiers didn't run away just now?"

"Ptooey, that's because they were defeated by you and lost their Yongqi. Frustration filled their chests, so naturally, they couldn't shout or cry out. Hmph, and once the thought of failure entered their brains, those guys didn't even have the idea of running away."

Jier chuckled, not mocking the answer, but realizing that although this Dwarf Soldier Captain had a sharp tongue, he had plenty to say; he seemed full of a spirit of resistance, but in reality, he was the kind of guy Jier needed to talk to.

Because communication was the most important thing; what he feared was someone like the previous few, who neither resisted nor spoke, leaving him with no way to proceed.

Jier beckoned, signaling the young Villagers dismantling the armor to come over and start working, while he himself did not stop talking, continuing to communicate with the other man.

"You seem to look down on your companions, disgusted that they lost the will to continue fighting after being captured? Not even daring to run away, right? But at least they weren't slammed onto the ground by me after running away! Thud—splat, that just now, didn't feel good, did it?"

The Dwarf Soldier Captain was somewhat stubborn: "It felt good, it felt very good. You'd better do it to me again and see if I'll be slammed onto the ground by you this time! Do you dare?"

Jier chuckled: "Why not? But you have armor for protection, so that fall won't be truly serious. But what if you don't have your armor's protection later? I'll return the same question to you and let you answer: Do you dare?"

With this, Jier's words stumped the Dwarf Soldier Captain.

The middle-aged Dwarf's expression changed repeatedly, his gaze began to dodge, but seeing the mocking look on Jier's face, this guy was truly a stubborn one, and he lashed out: "I dare! Even without armor protection, let alone anything else, the moment you lift your foot, I'll run! Even if I get intercepted and grabbed and slammed onto the ground by you again!"

Jier was noncommittal, only signaling the Villagers dismantling the armor to hurry up.

Jier made no other moves, just keeping one foot stepped on the Dwarf Soldier Captain's chest, while the Dwarf Soldier Captain breathed deeply, using his breath to gather strength in his body for the upcoming escape.

The two locked eyes, neither giving way, neither shifting their gaze, and neither even blinking.

Yet the meaning in their gazes was completely different.

The Dwarf Soldier Captain's face and eyes were full of stubbornness, his brownish-yellow pupils seeming to condense an unyielding will; although he had been defeated, this guy did not seem to admit defeat.

Jier's eyes appeared vacant, as if his mind were not in this moment, but no one knew that this was merely a method Jier used to maintain communication with this 'talkative' Dwarf Soldier Captain. He did not care about the actions or thoughts of the man under his foot, nor was he concerned with his persistence and stubbornness. He only wanted to maintain communication and then use the means of exchange to extract some information he wanted to know.

He was quite curious about the Beast Skin Inner Lining the Dwarf Soldier wore under his armor; if he could extract the source and production method of this Dwarf beast skin material, that would be great. Because compared to the Dwarf Soldier Armor, which almost no one knew about and was difficult to replicate, this kind of armor inner lining made of beast skin material, the Inner Armor, seemed easier for him to master.

Compared to the Inner Armor he was currently using, the Dwarf Soldier's Beast Skin Inner Lining was clearly much stronger.

He had felt it the moment he touched it; not to mention anything else, this Beast Skin Inner Lining alone was better than ordinary leather armor. Not to mention the flexibility and thickness of this material. Especially the thickness, because while maintaining flexibility for movement, the thicker it was, the better the cushioning performance of the inner lining.

Some injuries that would have caused impact damage would be absorbed by these materials due to their thickness, and powerful impacts that could not be absorbed could also be well mitigated.

Soon, under the efforts of three young Villagers, the armor parts on the Dwarf Soldier Captain's arms and legs were all dismantled.

Jier shifted his gaze first to check the progress of the armor dismantling, which instead made the Dwarf Soldier Captain feel as if he had won the staring contest, his beard curling up with excitement.

This scene almost made Jier laugh out loud, and he barely managed to hold back the amusement.

"The Chest Armor must be removed too," Jier said.

The Dwarf Soldier Captain immediately shouted: "The moment your foot lifts, I'm running!"

Jier was not stupid; he quickly lifted his foot and put it back down, moving the foot that was pressing on the Dwarf Soldier Captain's chest onto one of the man's knees before anyone could react.

This cleared the area for dismantling while preventing the Dwarf Soldier Captain from escaping.

"Dismantle! Keep dismantling," Jier said with a smile.

The Dwarf Soldier Captain wore a look of anger on the surface, but in reality, his left and right hands carefully avoided the sight of those around him, quietly grabbing two handfuls of dirt from the ground.