Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 253 Excitement! The Space Ring is Finally in My Hands

"no problem!"

Thorin Steelbeard, on the contrary, readily agreed.

Bahrain was taken aback and looked at Sorin. Sorin gently patted Bahrain's thigh under the table to comfort him.

Through this period of time spent together, he witnessed firsthand how the Great Xia treated the Holy Humans, Elves, and Orcs.

This is a civilization that values ​​commitments and is humane.

Moreover, the two parties signed a contract witnessed by the will of the world, so he was not afraid that Great Xia would take the goods but not deliver them.

"Thank you so much!" Lin Mo was overjoyed and immediately gestured to Long Zhan.

"General Long, immediately arrange the best instructors to begin teaching our dwarf friends today!"

Long Zhan nodded and accepted the order.

Seeing that Sorin had agreed, Bahrain no longer hesitated.

He took off an antique-looking, exquisitely carved ring from his thick index finger.

"Lord Lin Mo, please extend your hand."

Lin Mo did as instructed and extended her finger.

Balin tried to slip the ring onto Lin Mo's index finger, but it got stuck on the knuckle.

"Too small."

Balin muttered something, then took off another slightly larger ring from his middle finger and handed it to Lin Mo.

"Try this."

Lin Mo took it and put it on his middle finger; it was the perfect size.

However, Lin Mo's attention was completely drawn to Balin's hand at that moment.

Ten thick, sturdy fingers, each adorned with a ring of a different style.

A crazy idea popped into his head.

He swallowed hard and asked tentatively:

"Commander Balin, you... you wouldn't happen to have ten spatial rings, would you?"

Bahrain grinned, revealing a few yellow-stained front teeth.

"That's right, the dwarf mountain city is surrounded by those damned demons on the ground, so it's hard to get out."

"We can only use spatial rings to transport goods."

Lin Mo: "!!!"

He was immediately shocked.

Wearing ten spatial rings on his hand, he went out to deliver goods!

Richer than a country!

It's practically a walking national treasury!

That's incredibly extravagant!

Zhao Gang and Long Zhan both looked surprised.

Ignoring their shock, Balin began teaching Lin Mo how to use it.

"It's very easy to use; you just need to think about it. Even ordinary people can use it."

"If you want to put something away, just touch the object with the finger wearing the ring and think about putting it away."

"Of course, that's assuming it's independent and not connected to anything else."

"If you want to release it, probe in with your mind, think about taking it out, and it will come out."

"It's just like our instincts."

"But there's one thing: it can't take in living creatures, because living creatures will resist."

Following the explanation, Lin Mo focused his attention on the ring on his middle finger.

His thoughts seemed to penetrate a thin membrane, instantly perceiving an internal space.

At that very moment, a sharp, distinct pain shot through his middle finger.

He frowned instinctively, raised his hand to look at it, and saw that there were no wounds on his fingers.

He thought this was a normal side effect of using the product, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The space inside the ring is a standard cube, with sides approximately ten meters long.

However, the interior was completely empty.

Lin Mo was not surprised by this.

The fact that the dwarves were willing to hand over the ring ahead of time already demonstrates a great deal of trust.

It is perfectly reasonable for them to retain the goods and deliver them together with the goods when Da Xia delivers them.

He was satisfied, but a new question arose.

"Commander-in-Chief of Balin, anyone can use this ring. What if a thief pretends to accidentally touch it, but is actually planning to steal what's inside?"

"Hahaha!"

Bahrain and Sorin exchanged a glance, then simultaneously burst into deafening laughter.

"Don't worry! How could anything forged by us dwarves be so stupid!"

Bahrain laughed so hard his beard trembled.

"The spatial ring will automatically retain the thoughts of the previous user."

"If any unusual thought comes into contact with it, it will immediately sting the wearer, serving as a warning!"

"You must have felt a stinging pain just now, right? That's because my will still resides on it!"

Lin Mo suddenly realized.

So that's what caused that sharp pain!

Isn't this just a mind-controlled fingerprint lock combined with a burglar alarm?

This design is so thoughtful!

Bahrain further added:

"Besides, when you're getting something, you can hold the small items with your hands."

"If you wanted to pull something as big as one of your tanks out of thin air, that would be too much of a commotion. Who wouldn't see it?"

Lin Mo was completely relieved.

He looked at Bahrain and Sorin, his excitement barely contained.

"Chief of Balin, Elder Thorin, thank you for your trust!"

Bahrain stood up abruptly and slapped Lin Mo's shoulder heavily with his large, fan-like hand.

"Stop with the nonsense! We're allies!"

Thorin was already impatient, his eyes shining as he said:

"So, can I go learn to drive that big tank now?"

"certainly!"

Lin Mo readily agreed and looked at Long Zhan.

Long Zhan nodded and, with an excited Balin and Sorin, went to arrange the training for driving and maintaining the weapons and equipment.

Inside the tent, only Lin Mo and Zhao Gang remained.

The two exchanged a glance, and a suppressed excitement filled the air.

"Brother Zhao, you should try it too." Lin Mo took the antique ring off his finger and handed it to Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang had been itching to act for a long time.

He took the ring, and the cool touch with its strange patterns made his fingertips go numb.

He carefully put on the ring, his eyes filled with the fervor and curiosity one feels when facing the unknown.

He picked up an empty water glass from the table and, imitating Lin Mo, extended his ringed finger and gently touched the glass.

Swish.

The water glass vanished into thin air.

Zhao Gang's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes widening instantly.

He was completely frozen in place, as if under a spell.

His mind stirred again.

Swish.

The water glass reappeared in his palm out of thin air, carrying a slight coolness from the spatial shift.

"My God..." Zhao Gang tried several times, putting it in, letting it out, putting it in again, and letting it out again.

His mouth was slightly open as he muttered to himself.

"This...this is unbelievable."

Lin Mo smiled, took back the ring, put it back on, and said:

"Brother Zhao, now that we have this, I can bring over a thousand cubic meters of stuff every day before the permanent teleportation portal is built."

"Although it's not much, it can at least solve our immediate problem."

"One thousand cubic meters..." Zhao Gang's breathing became heavy.

He was in charge of the overall logistics coordination of the expeditionary force, and this number instantly transformed into another string of more specific concepts in his mind.

"One thousand cubic meters... If it's filled with 7.62mm machine gun rounds, a standard ammunition box is about 0.015 cubic meters."

"This will bring over 60,000 boxes! Tens of millions of rounds of ammunition!"

"It can also carry several 120mm heavy mortars and their ammunition, or even several tanks!"

Zhao Gang's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"I'll immediately compile a list detailing our most critical shortages of ammunition, medicine, and spare parts!"

"Oh right, and baijiu (Chinese liquor). With those dwarven drunkards around, I'll probably have to stock up on a lot!"

He immediately turned and left in a flurry.

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