Chapter 52: Impossible Things
A dozen goblins carried a ballista into a clearing in the forest and set it down.
This ti, the ballista had three massive bow arms.
The three bow arms were arranged with two upright and one inverted.
The ballista before them was designed by Li ng based on the structure of a triple-bow ballista.
However, it was only a rough imitation, with significant differences in many details.
"Load the string!"
This triple-bow ballista had two winches.
Six goblins rushed forward, panting as they cranked the winches.
The imnse tension caused the bowstring and bow arms to creak loudly.
With the help of the pulley system, the power of the three bow arms was concentrated together.
It took over a minute for the bowstring to be fully loaded.
Li ng single-handedly lifted the giant ballista bolt carried by three goblins and placed it into the firing slot.
This ti, the bolt was even larger, about two ters long.
With the preparations for the test shot complete, the experint officially began.
Li ng aid the ballista at a large tree several hundred ters away.
"Hoo!"
Li ng took a deep breath.
His eyes were fixed intently on the target tree in the distance.
With a firm grip, he pulled the trigger.
"Whizz!"
The ballista shuddered.
The piercing sound of the bowstring snapping back echoed through the forest.
A streak of black light shot through the air, heading deep into the forest.
"Boom!"
Almost instantly, a loud explosion sounded deep in the forest.
A large tree three hundred ters away collapsed with a crash.
The bolt pierced straight through the tree, and the imnse impact shattered its trunk.
After penetrating one tree, the bolt continued its montum, embedding itself into another tree a hundred ters away.
A third of the bolt's length sank into the trunk.
The terrifying power left the goblins dumbfounded.
The commotion here caused an uproar in the tribe.
Even Li ng was startled by the sheer force.
A tree so large that it would take three people holding hands to encircle it had been pierced straight through by the bolt.
If the shot were arced, its range could easily exceed one kiloter.
"However, the bow arms need to be reinforced!"
Earlier, when the bowstring was being loaded, Li ng had heard cracking sounds from the bow arms.
With the current strength of the triple-bow ballista, the bow arms would break after only a few uses.
The limitation lay not in the bowstring but in the bow arms.
If the bow arms were thickened, the ballista's power would be even greater.
This was because the power of the ballista was determined by the tension of the bow arms.
"Good, not bad. Take it back!"
With that, Li ng returned to the carpentry workshop to continue reinforcing and adjusting the triple-bow ballista.
Ti passed slowly, day by day.
On the afternoon of the fifth day, in the carpentry workshop—
"Boss, do you think this will work?"
Gobuge led a group of goblin underlings to find their leader in the carpentry workshop.
Li ng, who was assembling the triple-bow ballista, put down his work.
He took a harpoon bolt from the shoulders of three goblins with one hand.
Weighing it in his hand, Li ng nodded in satisfaction.
Although the harpoon's tip was a bit rough, it was still usable.
"Good. How many have you made?"
Gobuge chuckled and started counting on his fingers.
When he reached ten, Gobuge looked puzzled.
"Alright, put them down. That's enough!"
Overjoyed, Gobuge quickly directed his underlings to set down the harpoon bolts they were carrying.
Looking at the three massive ballistae in the wooden house, Li ng grinned.
With these three ballistae, they could set out tomorrow.
About half an hour later, Li ng left the carpentry workshop.
"Benben, let's go!"
Benben had been waiting at the entrance of the carpentry workshop.
Taking Benben with him, Li ng walked toward the throne cave.
By this ti, the sky was gradually darkening.
"Bai Ling?"
On his way back to the throne cave, Li ng encountered Bai Ling.
Bai Ling, escorted by several goblins, was heading in the sa direction.
"Master!"
Seeing her master approach, Bai Ling lowered her head slightly.
At this mont, Bai Ling was already heavily pregnant.
Two weeks after returning to the tribe, the female lizardn in the throne cave, under Li ng's efforts, had one after another beco pregnant.
Li ng glanced sideways toward the forest depths behind Bai Ling.
"You went to the Iron Cavern?"
The tribe's expansion work had been completed half a month ago.
Now, all the male lizardn were working in the Iron Cavern.
After the first lactation period, the female lizardn remained in a continuous lactation state.
Li ng looked down at the bamboo tube in Bai Ling's hand.
He could sll the rich scent of milk emanating from it.
Clearly, Bai Ling had gone to deliver milk.
Since Li ng had allowed the female lizardn to deliver milk, it had beco a daily routine.
In the morning, they milked. In the afternoon, they delivered the milk to the male lizardn.
Before dark, they would return to their caves.
Since most of the milk recipients were couples, every male lizardman received milk from his own mate.
As for Bai Ling's milk, it was obvious who it was sent to—the most frail male lizardman.
Li ng couldn't care less about the lizardn's habit of sticking together.
Providing milk to the male lizardn for nutrition and maintaining their health and strength was no bad thing.
Bai Ling nodded lightly.
Li ng said nothing more.
The two walked together toward the throne cave.
"Master, are they slting iron in the cavern?"
As they walked, Bai Ling suddenly asked.
Li ng turned to look at Bai Ling with a half-smile.
"Why do you think it's called the Iron Cavern?"
His response made Bai Ling's heart sink.
A trace of disbelief flashed in her eyes.
If any barbarian tribe in Goblin Forest slted iron, Bai Ling wouldn't find it strange.
But goblins slting iron was unimaginable.
With their intelligence, how could they learn human iron-slting techniques?
Even the marsh-dwelling lizardn were clueless about iron-slting.
"I told you, I am a clever goblin. Nothing is impossible for ."
Bai Ling lowered her head slightly, avoiding her master's gaze.
With her head lowered, a murderous intent flickered in Bai Ling's eyes.
This goblin overlord's re existence was a disaster for all intelligent races in Goblin Forest.
Even with her head down, Li ng sensed Bai Ling's murderous intent.
Looking down at her, he grinned maliciously.
"You can try, but if you fail, I will make you watch as all your kin are eaten alive!"
Hearing this, the heavily pregnant Bai Ling shuddered.
Her legs gave out, and she almost fell.
Li ng stepped to the side and caught her.
"Master, Bai Ling wouldn't dare!"
Li ng smirked and said no more.
The two, harboring their own thoughts, walked together in the tribe.
In the following days, Li ng didn't leave imdiately.
The next morning, he dived back into the carpentry workshop.
Having the triple-bow ballista wasn't enough—they needed a ans of transportation.
Not only the ballista but the tribe's cargo also needed transportation tools.
In ancient tis, the best ans of transport was one thing—
a cart with wheels
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