I don’t know if it was the peace before the war or the level of “large-scale fighting” in the black forest was too low. After robbing the goblin baggage team, Zhou Qingfeng was worried that the enemy would come to take revenge immediately.

But after waiting for two days, nothing happened.

These two days are very precious. In addition to using information networks to monitor the movements and situations in the entire Black Forest at night, Zhou Qingfeng carefully integrates all the human and material resources that can be used at hand.

The biggest harvest of this robbery of the goblin baggage team was not those trucks of supplies, but five thin and haggard human craftsmen. They were caught by the Bain Church and built trench machines, making and maintaining weapons, which was considered a pain.

Zhou Qingfeng rescued Wilson and others, but they were grateful and burst into tears. When they learned that Uncle Zhou was going to be enemies with goblins and cultists, the five craftsmen expressed their willingness to join without hesitation.

The craftsmen captured by the Bann Church are well-known in Hanfeng City. Wilson and others believe in the god of craftsmanship and forging, and their technical strength is quite good. Zhou Qingfeng assigned twenty villagers to help them, so that they can exert their strength.

These days, craftsmen are not limited to doing some woodworking. They are basically like fitters and can do anything, otherwise they will not be able to cope with complex and changing environments and customer needs.

Wilson and others know a little about leather making, forging, wood processing, construction, construction, and Wilson and others. Wilson himself is even the president of the Hanfeng City Craftsman Association. It is because of his reputation that he was too big that he was targeted by the Church of Bain.

Because we need to build, transport and maintain trench machines, Wilson and others' tools are transported with the convoy, and work can be started when we arrive at Kurozo Village. They first make some simple tools to improve the labor efficiency of the villagers.

For example, a craftsman knew how to forge, so he built a small iron melting furnace and threw all the captured goblin weapons in and melted them again forged.

The heavy hammers and iron shields on the dead two bears and goblins all turned into more than a dozen shovels and axes. With these things, the progress of repairing the village was greatly accelerated.

There is also a craftsman who knows how to quickly repair leather. He and the dwarf witch doctor teamed up to peel off the skin on the surface of the mud monster leader he had hunted before.

The skin of this big monster is extremely tough, and after treatment with old Borg's nitrification agent, it becomes very soft and warm. The craftsmen selected the best pieces of leather to make a full set of leather armor, jacket, wrist guards, knee pads, gloves, and leather helmets for Zhou Qingfeng.

There is such a set of things, let alone the inferior crossbows of goblins, even the light crossbows made by humans cannot easily penetrate their defenses, and at most it will be severe pain.

Unless you use heavy weapons with blunt attacks, or pierce the heavy crossbow, or encounter strong adventurers, ordinary soldiers will only leave a white mark when they cut their swords. This greatly improves Zhou Qingfeng's safety.

In addition, as the president of the Hanfeng City Craftsman Association, Wilson was also a priest for the God of Crafts and Forging. In order to thank Zhou Qingfeng for his rescue, he specifically prayed to the gods and obtained the magical art of creating strange objects.

"The tongue of the mud monster leader is a very terrible weapon, and I can transform it into a special arm crossbow." Wilson cut off the 'tongue spear' that almost cost Todd his life in Old Borg's shack.

"I can put it on your arm and use the super elasticity of its tongue and its ability to retract automatically to make it into an unexpected piece of equipment. The tip of the mud monster leader's tongue is very sharp, and it can break armor and easily penetrate ordinary armor.

It can be launched every three seconds, it can be used ten times a day, and the limit is fifteen times. But I don't recommend you to do this, because it will permanently lose its elasticity. Of course, you shouldn't care about so much in critical moments.

You can apply poison to the tip of the tongue spear to increase its lethality. However, its disadvantage is that it is limited by its maximum length and can only attack targets within two meters."

Wilson solemnly gave this light arm crossbow to Zhou Qingfeng, "Thank you very much, Your Excellency Hugo. Only a person with noble character and courage and fearlessness like you are qualified to use this weapon.

I also hope to use this weapon to express my feelings. I hope you understand how much pain I have suffered in the goblins and how grateful I am to you."

This weapon has a great profound meaning. Wilson obviously suffered a lot. After all, praying to the gods to descend high-level magic to create strange objects will also cost a considerable price.

After taking the arm crossbow named "Must Monster Tongue Spear", Zhou Qingfeng also sincerely thanked: "Mr. Wilson, I must use this weapon to kill a few more goblins, so that you can experience the pleasure of revenge."

Wilson immediately laughed and helped Zhou Qingfeng put the arm crossbow behind the wrist of his left arm.

Zhou Qingfeng turned his wrist and gently twisted his wrist to stimulate the "Must Monster Tongue Spear". The sharp tongue tip shot out quickly, and with a bang, he hit a wooden target two meters away.

The tough elm wood was immediately pierced, leaving a small hole.

The tongue spear was retracted with a silence and retracted into the receiver of the arm crossbow, and it can be activated again in three seconds.

Simple, easy to use, and powerful, this arm crossbow came in time.

Although its shortcomings are also obvious, Zhou Qingfeng is already very satisfied. With this thing, the predicament of being approached by a bear goblin last time and having to escape by drilling his hips can avoid directly shooting the opponent's head with his arm crossbow.

It is always a pleasure to have leather armor and arm crossbows, and the consequences of Zhou Qingfeng's attack on the goblin baggage team are gradually revealed.

The Bain Church in Plaster Village could only transport a batch of supplies to the old Seus who was responsible for the siege. But without human craftsmen and trespasses, they had to directly rush to the high walls and heavy crossbows of Baiya Village. This was not easy.

The goblins of the Magru tribe finally learned their lessons and arranged a post for their transportation lines to increase the escort force for the transportation team. At the same time, the Bain Church, who was staying in the plaster village, began to investigate who had attacked his own baggage team.

In the Platy Village, after respectfully reporting his name, McCann gently pushed open the gate of the village meeting hall. The layout of the hall was similar to that of Baiya Village. An oval thick wooden table was placed in the middle, and an old man in a black robe sat on his head.

McCann slowly stepped forward, bent down and said in a deep voice: "Praise my Lord, and may destruction and despair cover the earth."

The chamber was extremely cold, and the torches burning on the walls did not provide much heat. Instead, strange and distorted figures shone from time to time in the swaying light and shadow, which made people wonder and fear.

In the shadow, the old man in black robe sitting on his head was flipping through several reports on his hand, and looked up slightly at McCann.

McCann felt his body tremble slightly, something was scanning himself and seeing through him. He pressed his head lower and said respectfully: "Dear Lord Morsi, you call me, do you have any instructions?"

The old man in black robe had a straight face, but there were more wrinkles. But if you look closely, the so-called wrinkles were made of scars and scars. Black air sometimes floated out of the scars and scars, turning into an incomprehensible face.

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, his voice was low but it brought a shock to the soul. McCann, who lowered his head, felt that his heart was strangled, as if he could die at any time.

"There is an enemy who is destroying our great cause. He was about teenagers, using a fine sting sword, and was a thief. He organized an ambush and caused us a considerable loss. Now I need you to find him and get rid of him."
Chapter completed!