I don't know how to explain it, so Fengyun simply won't explain it.

This also has the advantage that people will think that he invented the crossbow for the sake of violence, and save a lot of money to give a reasonable explanation.

After thanking Fengyun, he asked him for more details, such as the shape of the crossbow machine, what the hook on the top of the crossbow machine and the trigger below should be made of, and what angle should be maintained.

These made Fengyun a little stumped.

The cognition of the crossbow comes partly from film and television works, and partly from a related documentary, and Fengyun knows its main structure.

But when it comes to some specific details, he finds that it is not so easy to explain, because he himself is not very clear.

"Yun, you don't have to worry too much. The crossbow is a new thing, and it's normal that there are some things that haven't been thought through. It's good now, it's really, really good. I'll leave these little details to me. ”

"Then there's Uncle Lao. ”

Fengyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he also believes that Storm can solve the detailed problems of the crossbow.

"What are you talking about, I thank you. Don't say this kind of thing again in the future. Remembered. ”

Storm stood up.

"Yun, if you don't have anything else, I'll go back first. ”

"It's okay. Uncle Tyrant, go back. Well, by the way, I'm fine with Bei, Zhu and Hong, so they don't have to worry. ”

Fengyun has already seen it, and he wants to go back and build the crossbow as soon as possible.

"Don't worry. If you don't ask, I'll say it. I'm leaving. ”

He walked up to the big bag, grabbed the rattan with one hand, and threw it on his back with a flick of the toss.

"Uncle Tyrant, wait a minute. ”

Fengyun suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly stopped the storm.

"Cloud, what's wrong?"

Storm, who had already walked out for twenty or thirty feet, heard Fengyun's shout, and immediately turned around and ran in front of him.

"Uncle Tyrant, you don't have to be nervous. I just thought of something that might help build a crossbow. ”

"Tell me what? ”

"That's right. I once stewed pork with sharp horns, and ate the meat, leaving the skin in the pot, but the fire at the bottom of the pot was not extinguished, it kept burning. Do you know what happened in the end?"

"How do I know?"

He shook his head, but his eyes lit up immediately, and he asked urgently, "Yun, is what you said related to pigskin?"

"Yes. After a long period of stewing, the pork rind melted and turned into an extremely viscous liquid, which I gave it a name, glue. Can I use it to glue when I want to make a crossbow?"

"Absolutely. In addition to this, we can also use glue to strengthen bows and crossbows. I've always been troubled by the strength of my bow, and it's not easy to get a material with enough elasticity. ”

"Now that you've got that out of the way, we can glue the different materials together and make any bow we want. Yun, you've helped me, no, you've done the whole tribe a great favor. If only you had said it earlier. ”

The sense of the storm is very keen, and the true value of the glue is discovered at once.

"Is the glue really that good?"

Fengyun deliberately pretended to be surprised.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Storm that pigskin could be used to boil glue and he didn't find out at all.

"Glue is definitely a good thing. There must be a lot more uses for it, but I can't think of it for a while. Oh, by the way, you have to be more careful during this time, collect some good materials for making a bow, and when you come back, I will make you a good bow. Okay, let's go back and build a crossbow. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he turned and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from Fengyun's field of vision.

After the storm left, Fengyun did not immediately go hunting for brute beasts.

He leaned against a large rock, his eyelids lowered, as if he were asleep.

He didn't sleep, he was thinking about things.

He first slowly went through what he had learned from Storm in the past month and a half.

Doing so gave him an unexpected bonus.

Previously, he was more focused on a certain piece, but now he connects them all, and suddenly has a sense of touching and comprehending.

He has a deeper understanding of what he has learned from Tyrant.

It wasn't until he realized that there was nothing new to gain that he decided to put an end to it, but he didn't stop thinking.

This time he was thinking about what he had told him when he left.

He asked him to pay attention to collecting some good materials for bow-making, and Fengyun felt that it was necessary to pay attention to it, and even to complete it as the main task of this practice.

As Storm said, the current bow is too weak for him.

In fact, the first time he used it, he thought it was too weak.

He didn't tell Tyrant the truth about him, which led him to make a serious miscalculation and make a bow that didn't match him.

But he can barely use it, as long as he controls the power a little.

Now the situation is even worse.

After eating the mallet, all aspects of him, especially his strength, increased by leaps and bounds.

With his current strength, if he is not careful, he will break the bow.

What makes him most unhappy is a feeling of being constrained.

"Be sure to get enough good materials and ask Uncle Tyrant to help make a strong bow. ”

Fengyun has made a decision.

Subsequently, he was dissatisfied with the spear again.

The horns of the Sharphorn Pig are very hard, even comparable to the bones of a mid-level brute, but they are still too weak for him.

When he encounters a powerful brute beast, he may break it off as soon as he exerts his strength.

Collecting the materials to make a good spear also became a task that he had to complete.

Looking up at the sun, it was already quite slanting to the west, and it took him too much time to sort out what he had learned from the storm.

He simply gave up his plan to go out hunting that day and start again tomorrow.

He also needed to recall what the storm had told him, mainly from where or from what brute beasts he could get the materials he wanted, and make a targeted plan.

The next day, when the light of day had just begun to shine, and before the sun had yet to rise, Fengyun set out with a bow and arrows on his back and a spear on his back.

The place he's going to is called the Forest of Bones.

The Forest of Bones isn't really full of bones.

The Bone Forest gets its name from the large number of dead, peeling trees.

For some reason, a large area of the forest died, but the trees did not fall and were still standing.

The wind and sun have caused their skin to fall off and turn white, which looks quite similar to white bones.

The Forest of Bones, Storm didn't know how long it had been around, he just told Fengyun that very good materials for making spears and javelins could be found in the Forest of Bones.

The dead trees in the Forest of Bones have been around for a long time, and some of them have not withstood the erosion of time, becoming brittle, eroded, and turned into white debris.

However, there are also some changes that no one can say, and not only have they not been destroyed, but they have become more solid.

In this part, some are particularly good, and even possess a hardness comparable to that of high-grade brute bones.

Once obtained, it can be turned into a fine spear or javelin with a simple polishing.

What's even more amazing is that they also have good toughness and can withstand a certain degree of deformation without breaking.

Fengyun once proposed to go to the Bone Forest to find materials to make spears and javelins, but was warned by Storm.

Although there are good materials in the Bone Forest, the number is too small, and it is not easy to find them.

This was not the main reason why Storm stopped him from going to the Bone Forest, the main reason was that entering the Bone Forest would be very dangerous.

In the Forest of Bones lives a very small creature, less than the size of a finger, but they are extremely aggressive.

They have made the Forest of Bones their territory, and any creature that enters it will be attacked by them.

The creatures they kill will not escape the fate of being eaten by them, so there are indeed a lot of white bones in the Bone Forest, which are left behind by the creatures they eat.

After passing through a forest, crossing a canyon, and climbing two mountains, the sun had reached the top of Fengyun, and he had reached his destination.

He stood on a jutting boulder, less than a hundred feet below which was the Forest of Bones.

Feeling the desolate and desolate aura of the Bone Forest, especially after seeing those white bones scattered on the ground, Fengyun couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The sun shining on it did not help to reduce the horrors of the Forest of Bones, on the contrary, it took its horrors to a new level.

With good light, you can see it more clearly, including the white bones on the ground, there are so many that no matter what angle you look at, you can see more than a plural number of white bones.

These bones are the best warning signs, and if you break in rashly, you will end up in the same fate as them.

Taking a deep breath, the wind and clouds urged the eyes of the snake god, and suddenly a pair of eyes turned into golden vertical pupils burning with raging flames.

Everything in the field of vision suddenly changed, and the Forest of Bones turned red, as if it had been drenched in blood.

It should have been more terrifying, but for some reason, Fengyun's heart became very peaceful.

After about five minutes, Fengyun's pupils returned to normal.

He stuck his spear in the crack in the stone, took off his bow, drew an arrow from his quiver, and pointed it at the top of the bone forest, and with a slight force, the whole bow turned into a full moon.

Airplanes......

With a thud, the arrow left the bowstring and headed straight for its target.

The speed of the arrow was extremely fast, and it flashed away, and as soon as it left the bowstring, it hit the target.

A blackbird hovering in the air was shot through the head by an arrow, spun around, and fell into the forest of bones.

It's a corpse-eating bird.

He had seen it many times in the past month and a half, and was very disgusted.

As the name suggests, corpse-eating birds like to eat corpses and are extremely sensitive to corpses, as long as a corpse appears, they will quickly find out and rush to the location of the corpse at great speed.

Their attacks are not strong, nor are they fierce, and they dare not approach as long as they are driven away, but their presence can bring great danger.

Some brutes have mastered their characteristics and will follow them, so as soon as they appear, it means that many brutes will follow them.