At first glance of the Havier warrior, Fingerley felt that this was no ordinary person.
The reason being, the heavy armor they were wearing.
In the Sain Dungeon, adventurers had seen various types of armor, as extravagant as the Calia Knight, as simple as Solar, and the Onion Knight, who was somewhat odd.
But for armor like the Havier warrior's, Fingerley thought for a long time and could only come up with one word to describe it—
Strength.
The Havier armor has a beauty of strength!
Look, this whole set of armor seems as if it was directly taken out from a rock, merely given simple carvings before being worn, exuding a sense of primitivity and simplicity, making it feel as if a small Rock Giant is standing there!
Every piece of armor is at least three fingers thick, raised like rugged cliffs, the forging patterns weathered to a blur, only an outline vaguely discernible, just standing there the Havier warrior emits a feeling of impenetrability.
