Anda looked very scary, as if someone was trying to steal his most precious treasure.
Song Yang glanced at him and said directly: "Get out of the way, you idiot. You just saw me make these things once. Now make a set according to my method, and then I will teach you how to assemble them. From now on, this production method can only be mastered by the people of the Fang Tribe."
Anda was stunned for a moment and said, "How can we do that? We can't do this kind of thing."
Song Yang threw a hammer in front of Anda and said, "You won't know unless you try. Listen to me and do it quickly! Today, each of you must make a set on your own. If you can't do it, I will beat you up."
After Song Yang finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and two curved bone spurs sprang out from behind him, rotating back and forth around him.
Anda and the other four blood warriors nodded quickly.
They each held a piece of wood, a hammer, an axe and a stone knife and made it according to the method Song Yang had just used.
Everyone has seen the power of bone spurs, but no one wants to face this kind of weapon that can pierce a person into a bloody hole!
At the beginning, their rough hands could not be as flexible as Song Yang's. The gears they made were flat rather than round, and the power arms were big at one end and small at the other.
After Song Yang corrected him several times, he started to do it quite well.
Bang bang bang!
The Bloodthirsty Warrior of the Sharp Fang Tribe swung his stone hammer vigorously, and carefully cut a cylindrical piece of wood into long strips with the help of a stone knife.
The long strip of wood he cut was already beginning to take the shape of a power arm.
Then he took a stone knife and scraped off the wooden thorns on top, and the power arm was completed.
There were several gears piled up around him. These gears were of different shapes and sizes, but two of them looked much rounder.
Song Yang walked over, and the man in bloody battle trembled.
He looked at Song Yang in a flattering manner and said, "Great magic warrior, I have done my best, please don't hit me."
Song Yang picked up two relatively round gears on the ground, looked at them carefully, and then stuck them on the bowstring of the longbow next to him.
After the assembly, he installed the assist arm in the blood warrior's hand, and gently plucked the bowstring, and the entire bowstring was pulled into a full moon shape.
Song Yang then patted the blood warrior on the shoulder and said, "Yes, you are the fastest and best among these people."
After hearing Song Yang's praise, Xuezhan was so excited that his face turned red with excitement.
He looked around proudly, with a smug look on his face.
Anda, who was struggling with the wood in his hand, and the remaining three blood warriors immediately showed an expression of dissatisfaction.
They all sped up and began to carefully build the wheel gears and power arms according to Song Yang's explanation.
The sounds of bang bang bang and crackle crackle were heard one after another.
Herriman, who was sitting in the tent, also felt his heart in turmoil.
She didn't know what Song Yang and his men were doing. That area was designated separately by Song Yang, and no one from the Flower Snake Tribe was allowed to approach it.
There were countless guesses in Herriman's mind, but she rejected them one by one. Before she saw the real thing, the image she imagined could not exist.
Her rosary beads kept turning between her fingers, just like her mood at the moment.