Spring in Wuthering Forest is always late.

When the wildflowers of the southern forest are blooming, on the banks of the Nucang River on the northern edge of the whistling forest, the green grass shyly pokes its head out from between the sand and stones, and the plain white flowers are scattered dotted among them.

The mountains in the distance are still covered with snow.

On the beach of the Nucang River, hundreds of orcs and green-skinned goblins were busy with each other, and next to the huge fish pond, a giant catapult tens of feet tall was being loaded with the last tether.

Ever since Leon laid this fishing trap on the river beach, thousands of large fish in the waters of the Nucang River have become a meal on the plate of the Hammer tribesmen, which not only solves their food problems, but also makes the delicious fish an important source of nutrition for the Thunderbeast warriors.

But this cornucopia of fish ponds is about to be abandoned and landfilled, as the Hammer Tribe is about to cross the Nucang River and move north to the southwestern province of the Beamon Kingdom.

This is a plan that Leon has been preparing for a long time, for the long-term development of the tribe, the valley of hope can only be a temporary shelter, and when spring comes, leaving is an inevitable choice.

The capture of the city of Dolai greatly accelerated Leon's plan, not only because the threat of the enemy was getting closer and closer, but more importantly, Leon got a group of excellent Terran craftsmen, so that his plan was successfully implemented.

"Almost!" Rubin rubbed his hands, a little excited and a little apprehensive.

It wasn't that he had never built a catapult, and it turned out that the ten stones behind the walls of the city of Dolai were all designed by him - although they never worked, it was the first attempt to build such a huge catapult.

Ten days ago, Rubin had seen the drawings drawn by Leon himself for the first time, and when he heard Leon's request, the old master craftsman was really dumbfounded.

But he did not refuse this difficult task, and after repeated attempts and calculations, he used half the strength of the tribe to finally succeed in fulfilling Leon's request.

Looking at this giant catapult that felt small standing next to it, hugging the thick log support lever, he felt sorry in his heart: "It's a pity to only use it once!"

"Rest assured, there will be opportunities to make better ones in the future. Leon smiled and said, "Ready to start!"

Under the command of the old craftsman, the two Thunderbeast warriors placed a thick, multi-clawed iron hook on the catapult's bomb position.

Weighing hundreds of pounds, Rubin had created it himself from Lyan's drawings, with six hooked claws that could easily pierce into the trunk of a tree, and its tail was tied with a three-finger-thick vine cord.

The vine rope stretched backwards and landed on the river beach, zigzag and coiled I don't know how long, it was made by the old men and women of the Hammer tribe with the best materials, and spent a lot of days and nights to weave, it didn't look very thick, but it was very strong and reliable after special treatment.

"Ready!" cried the old craftsman.

More than a dozen Thunderbeast warriors, including Leon and Rock Hammer, each grabbed the rope that pulled the catapult, and they were responsible for starting the giant catapult - no easy job.

"Put!"

With a final roar, Leon and Rock Hammer launched at the same time, and the two of them pulled the thick rope in their hands with their greatest strength and pulled backwards, and the other ten warriors slowed down a little by half a step to make the same movement.

Rumble!

The long wooden pole suddenly flew upward, and when it was almost in an upright state, the iron claws placed on the bomb position suddenly flew towards the north bank of the Nucang River under the effect of the huge habitual force.

Behind the iron claws, the vine rope was swiftly taken away, making a "whoosh" hissing sound.

Boom!

The rope in Leon's hand couldn't withstand the last stretch and broke in two, but he didn't care, his eyes staring at the iron claws flying in the air.

Can you succeed in this move?

From the beach to the opposite bank, the Nucang River is miles wide, and it is not difficult to throw the iron claws through it with a catapult, but it is another matter to drag a long rope behind the buttocks.

The iron claw flew dozens of meters high, and it drew a long arc in the air, speeding across the surging Nucang River and throwing it to the other side of the riverbank.

After a suffocating wait, it finally landed in the dense woods on the other side, where it vanished after breaking a number of branches.

Only the vine rope that crossed the river still clearly indicated its location.

And it worked!!!

"Pull it up!"

Only the old craftsman Rubin remained completely calm, and he shouted at the mountainside behind him: "Pull the rope up!"

Several thunder beast warriors waiting on the mountainside immediately began to pull the ropes in their hands, and the vine ropes that fell in the river were pulled up little by little and hung into the air, gradually tautifying.

There was a slight tickle in the woods on the opposite bank, a sign that the iron claw had also been moved, but soon it caught something and could no longer move, and a vine rope that sloed down from the south bank to the north bank connected the two banks!

"Look at us below!" Leon laughed, and rushed up the hillside with the Rock Hammer.

One end of the rope was firmly attached to the trunk of a large tree, and a simple wooden platform was erected underneath.

Leon climbed up the wooden platform, grabbed the pulley hanging from the rope, secured himself with the rope on it, turned to the rock hammer and said, "Push me!"

Rock Hammer swallowed his saliva, stretched out his hands and pressed on Leon's back and pushed suddenly, and the pulley on the rope immediately slid forward with Leon, crossing the river beach to the sky above the Nucang River in the blink of an eye!

The wind whistled in his ears, the river roared at his feet, the waves crashed on the shore like thunder, and the feeling of flying in the air made Leon feel extremely excited.

It's just that he thinks it's exciting and fun, and everyone on the river beach is sweating, in case the rope breaks and falls, even the Beast Soul Warrior may not be able to survive.

The worst thing didn't happen, of course, and Leon slid steadily into the woods on the opposite bank, landing on a large tree.

He turned around and waved at the people on the other side, and pulled out the Thunder Flame Sword to cut off the branches that were blocking the trees next to him.

This simple rope bridge is complete!

This was the solution for crossing the river in Léon, and in cases where boat crossing and building a bridge were impossible, the use of a single rope bridge was undoubtedly the easiest and most practical method, as long as the rope was strong enough, it was only a matter of time before the entire tribe could be relocated.

The ropes are woven themselves, the pulleys are made by craftsmen, and such a ropeway can be more than one, three or four are not a problem.

The rest was very simple, and another brave warrior slid over with another rope and built a second rope bridge.

The new rope bridge was positioned in the opposite position, so that Leon returned from the north bank to the south bank.

He had barely landed on the river beach when a leopard scout from the Thunderbeast Camp hurriedly walked up.

"My lord, our men have captured a Black Elf scout, and Captain Rose is waiting for you to go back and deal with it!"

A stone in Leon's heart fell to the ground!

From the day he decided to destroy the Earthflame Tribe, Leon knew that he would eventually face even more powerful enemies, black elves and even elves.

In fact, the other party appeared faster than he thought, you must know that it is only ten days before the destruction of the Diyan tribe.

"Let's go, let's go back together!"

Leon nodded, knowing in his heart that the relocation of the tribe was urgent, but fortunately, the construction of the rope bridge was completed, and it was completely possible to transport the old and young of the tribe and important materials first.

But Leon didn't have much fear in his heart, but had an urge to jump.

Now the strength of the Hammer Tribe has greatly expanded, and a total of more than 670 orc tribesmen have been rescued from Dolai Tucheng, all of whom are young men, and they are the best warriors with a little training.

Although it would take time for the clan to recover and not be able to fight immediately, their addition had allowed the Thunderbeast Camp to expand dramatically to more than a thousand people, and each of them had more than one metal weapon.

This kind of strength has reached or even surpassed the level of some of the great beast tribes.

The number of greenskinned goblins has also increased to two thousand, and Leon will not let these hard-working creatures sit idle, as they dig tunnels in the Valley of Hope day and night.

Leon's eyes were already set on the future, and obtaining wealth and supplies from the Diyan tribe had quietly swelled his ambitions, or ambitions.

Returning to camp in the Valley of Hope, Leon sees the captives in the dungeon.

The black elf scout was very bold, and before it was dark she crept into the forest on the side of the Valley of Hope, and avoided the two watchtowers.

But it is very unfortunate that the dense forests on both sides of the valley have long become Leon's test field and training ground, and I don't know how many traps have been set in it, and the thunder beast warriors who are usually unfamiliar with the situation dare not enter it.

The black elf scout was unlucky, as she was lucky not to step on the deadly trap, and was caught in a rattan net that triggered the alarm, and was immediately captured by the thunderbeast scouts who arrived on the way.

"She wounded two of my warriors..."Rose's face was still angry, "If it weren't for Elder Munstan's timely treatment, I'm afraid I would have lost one of them forever!"

"Don't worry, I'll avenge them!" Leon looked at his captive quietly.

This Black Elf Scout does not look much different from the other Black Elves, with the same surname, beautiful body, long ears, and dark skin being their most obvious racial characteristics.

It's just that her limbs are all tightly bound by rattan ropes, and there are blood bruises on her face and arms, and her eyes are fierce and her expression is a little hideous.

She cursed as hard as she could, but Leon couldn't understand a word.

"Call Anlan over," Leon commanded.

He looked at the captive in front of him with interest, a grim smile on his face.

(To be continued)