Let's say that the two teenagers shuttled through the dense forest in the afternoon, and they were already sweating profusely and sweating. The wet clothes fit snugly against the body, and the contours of the body are clearly raised, showing Joey's tall and mighty even more. Witt also secretly said to himself, if he this guy, he was afraid that nine lives would not be enough.

By the time the two of them found the right wood, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. The wood is a piece of dry oak, about 1.5 meters, the two ends and the middle are very thick, the other parts are thinner, the overall density is uniform, the toughness is very good, with his own hunting experience, the material used to make a bow is very good. It's just that the whole is too coarse, and it needs to be processed vigorously. I only carried a short hunting knife with me, mainly for hunting and cutting animal skins, and if it was used to cut wood, it would not only be a large amount of work, but also easy to hurt my hands.

So Joey suggested: "Witt, the materials have been found, but if you want to process them, you can only use the old man's special tools......"

"What are you inking, if you want to go back, hurry up, and then the ink will be dark!" Before Witt could finish speaking, he had already taken several steps after grabbing the oak that Joey had in his hand.

Joey was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lightly, looked helpless, and followed.

After the two were gone, the forest returned to its usual silence, and the crickets where they stood began to hum a little song again. The grass slowly raised its head after being swept by, as if to spy on whether the target was far away. The squirrel crept up the treetops, nibbling on the nuts he had just picked in his hands, while looking at the two fading backs in the distance.

"Old man! Old man! Joey shouted loudly from outside the house. Because it was still some distance from the huts of other villagers, Joey had no scruples.

Seeing that old Joey didn't react, Joey opened the door with the key and shouted again: "Old man? Then he went into the house and walked around without seeing anyone.

Witt stood in the courtyard outside the door, looking at the hunter's hut, which was scattered. The wall is made of stone bricks, and the lime on the wall should have just been brushed, and it still looks shiny. On both sides of the door, there are delicate small windows made of purple shirt wood. Although the roof is also covered with dense thatch, you can faintly see the protruding oak planks. The roof should have been covered with oak planks and then thatched to prevent water leakage. A compact square fence was formed within five yards of the hut with sharpened bamboo poles, with only a locked gate in front of the door. There is a well in the yard, and some wild animal skins are hung to dry in the hot sun.

Witt looked at Joey's home, and thought about his one-room cottage made of clay thatch, which leaked on rainy days, and was a little excited, if only he could have one. Witt suddenly had the idea of being a hunter and stood there motionless.

"What are you stupid about? Come in yet! Joey poured cold water on Witt, who of course didn't know what Witt was thinking, so he continued, "The old man may have gone out hunting, and he won't notice it if I use his stuff." After saying that, he smiled again.

"Look at that, this is the tool that the old man uses to process his precious bow on weekdays, it seems simple, I also studied it for several days to barely master it, and now I am quite familiar with it. Do you want to make your own? That's not to think about it, the old man still has a little ability. Joey took the oak branch from Witt's hand and explained as he walked into the inner room, pointing to the machine sitting on the ground inside.

Witt walked into the inner room and looked at the room carefully, although he had been to Witt's house before, the door was locked every time he came, and he had never had a chance to visit it. Somehow there was no lock today, Witt guessed that he was in a hurry and forgot to lock it.

In addition to the processing machine on the floor, there was also a wooden box of one-handed or two-handed instruments in the room, which looked like it was used for sawing wood, and the tool pressed under the box was not seen. On the walls are all kinds of unformed and possibly failed, unwound bows of various materials. The bowstrings of different materials and look delicate are also hung in several places.

The most conspicuous thing is the corner of the room, where a pair of armor covered with swords and arrow marks hangs from a wooden shelf. At the top is a steel pot helmet with some cracks, underneath is a dented chain mail shirt, the legs are also dented chain mail leggings, and the gloves are leather gloves.

Witt looked at the armor and thought it was very beautiful, very delicate, and liked it very much, but he didn't know the name, he just stared blankly, forgetting that Joey, who had already started to process and polish the oak branches with the machine.

After a few moments, Witt noticed a notched sword and a delicate bow hanging from the wall behind the armor. The sword looked about the same as the sword worn by the guards who usually patrolled the village, and it was more than a meter long. The bow was much more noble than the sword, and was held in place and locked by a wooden frame, and it was estimated that only old Witt had the key, and it seemed that old Witt should have taken it very seriously.

"It's a Vekian warbow, and the old man takes it with him every time he goes on an expedition. A reindeer needs two arrows to hunt with a hunting bow unless it is shot in the head, and one arrow with a Vekia warbow will kill! At some point, Joey was already standing behind Witt and began to explain to Witt.

Witt was also stunned when he heard this, a reindeer of four or five hundred catties couldn't withstand this war bow and arrow! Witt was amazed and could understand why old Joey cherished the bow.

"But the old man never used it for hunting," Joey continued. Witt was not surprised, but noticed the unwound oak bow in Joey's hand, and suddenly he was delighted, and took it over to take a closer look, and couldn't put it down.

I saw that the thick parts at both ends of the oak branches had long been cut off, and the length of the bow was only about a meter long, slightly curved. The raised branches of the bow had been smoothed. The rest of the part is finely ground at both ends, and the thick part in the middle is slightly concave and covered with animal skin, which is also more comfortable to hold. Two notches (2 to 2.5 cm) of one to two inches are cut at the very ends of the bow, which are half-moon-shaped, on the outside of the arc.

The whole bow looks very domineering, very much like a regular military bow.

"The bow feels pretty good, but you still need to put on the bowstring and try to pull it to know the result. I think this bow is quite good, a little unexpected, better than my hunting bow. If I hadn't promised to make you a handful, I wouldn't have given it to you for nothing, huh! Joey Bai joked half-angrily.

"Since it's a good bow, let's steal a bowstring from the old man and use it, hehe, anyway, he can't use up so many bowstrings at once, what a pity to waste it!" Like a monkey, Joey ripped off a pretty bowstring near the side of the armor, then snatched the oak bow from Witt's hand, and shouted, "Will you let me string?" Make trouble with yourself again! ”

Witt was speechless, but watched as Joey put the oak bow on the machine, and the iron loops at both ends of the string were inserted into the bow, and the strings were placed on the grooves at both ends of the bow and taut, making the bow appear more curved. Then two small wooden caps with grooves that have been processed are put on both ends of the bow body and clamped, and then the two small wooden caps are fixed firmly with iron sheets.

Joey tugged at the bowstring with his hand and took on an archery pose. Then I only heard the sound of "boom", and the strings trembled slightly back and forth on the bow, which was particularly crisp.

"What a war bow ......"