Chapter 17 The Magic Carpenter

“Swish, swish, swish!”

Amidst the loud sound of breaking through the air, 19 wooden spears were thrown out at the same time, flying over a hundred meters in just 0.5 seconds, and finally stuck in the ground in a mess. None of them hit the target made of straw man. Even the wooden spear closest to the target deviated by more than two meters, and the farthest one was more than ten meters away.

"Good, very good, keep training!"

Wu Yuan encouraged loudly, and behind the 19 soldiers, there were thousands of sharpened wooden spears.

This is already the second day.

Except for a few ignorant little monsters, nothing happened yesterday, and the village construction was still going on. Zhang Yang and the nineteen soldiers were like carpenters, and each of them cut more than fifty wooden spears.

You know what, Wu Yuan's unconventional approach is really good.

At least now each of the soldiers can easily cut a qualified wooden spear.

It was not until today that Wu Yuan arranged the twelve elite sword and shield soldiers and seven elite spearmen to perform wooden spear throwing, but this did not include Zhang Yang.

Wu Yuan said, "Village chief, they need to start throwing training right away because they don't know when they will have to fight to the death with the enemy on the battlefield. At that time, all of them may only have time to throw one round of wooden spears from the beginning of the battle to their death. So what I am training them now is to throw them synchronously, using dense wooden spears to kill as many enemies as possible."

"But you are different, village chief. We will protect your safety to the death. Your role on the battlefield is not to throw a few wooden spears. I understand your thoughts, but please understand that if you want to master stronger throwing skills, there is nothing better than cutting the wooden spears yourself."

"Because, aiming at the enemy's throw with your eyes is at best third-rate, aiming at the enemy's throw with your feel is at best second-rate, and aiming at the enemy's throw with your heart is first-rate."

Wu Yuan's words were a bit mysterious, but Zhang Yang still decided to do as he said.

Just like that, he completely transformed himself into a carpenter, constantly cutting bundles of logs into wooden spears, from day to night, without stopping. He didn't know whether he could sense the wooden spears with his heart, but Zhang Yang felt that he was almost perfecting his knife skills.

That’s right, in his simple attribute list, there was an extra one.

Primary swordsmanship: 15 (proficiency)

"Well, I think I know what the most mysterious profession in the world is. It's not a magician, but a carpenter."

Zhang Yang laughed out loud. This kind of accidental and unintentional situation was really hilarious.

"According to the time, it has been more than 40 hours so far. There are more than 60 hours left before the village construction process is officially completed. However, I always feel that the deer monster will appear before then and give me a big surprise."

Looking at the dark night, Zhang Yang moved his slightly numb and tired arms, then sat down and continued cutting the wooden spear.

Thanks to his current physical strength, he didn't feel tired even after being busy all day. On the contrary, in this continuous cutting process, his soul felt particularly relaxed - well, to be honest, with a B-strength soul, Zhang Yang was particularly relaxed no matter what he did now, because he didn't feel tired at all, just like playing games for three days and three nights in a row and his mind was still clear.

But he couldn't tell Wu Yuan, after all, as the village chief, shouldn't he save face? So he secretly changed his method. He tried to cast a confinement spell on the wooden spear. The wooden spear was not a living thing, so of course it would not be confined. But when the confinement spell failed to be released, Zhang Yang clearly noticed that for a moment, the wooden spear seemed to come alive.

"So, because I failed to cast the imprisonment spell and it turned into a mental shock, the wooden spear evolved? No, it should be that my mental power remained on it and was captured by me, so there is an illusion that it is alive."

Zhang Yang analyzed quickly in his mind, and then a bold idea emerged in his mind.

That is, can he attach the confinement spell to the wooden spear? In game terms, this is called enchantment.

This bold idea quickly ignited Zhang Yang's motivation, and he began to release the binding spell on the wooden spear over and over again, but the result was terrible.

A well-cut wooden spear can only withstand the mental shock after three failed imprisonment spells, and then it will be crushed into powder in an instant.

This failure almost made Zhang Yang want to give up, until he asked Wu Yuan for a wooden spear that he had cut himself.

This seemingly ordinary wooden spear actually endured twelve consecutive imprisonment spells without breaking. It was not until Zhang Yang released another imprisonment spell that a miracle finally happened.

The wooden spear seemed to have undergone a qualitative change, as if it had truly come alive, but it was hard to explain exactly what was going on.

However, Zhang Yang didn't need to understand, because several pieces of information had been reflected in his eyes simultaneously.

"You obtain a primary magical weapon, the Spear of Imprisonment (check properties)."

"Spear of Imprisonment, gray quality, durability 1/1. After hitting the target, the target will be imprisoned for 1 to 3 seconds."

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"Wahahaha! I did it!"

Zhang Yang jumped up and danced with joy, he really succeeded, he actually made a primary magic weapon, my god, it seems that he not only has the potential to become a magician, but also the potential to become an immortal cultivator.

Uh, wait, it's daybreak already?

After the ecstasy, Zhang Yang was shocked to find that he had been tossing and turning all night without realizing it, and the soldiers not far away were looking at him in extreme astonishment.

"Village chief, have you figured out how to throw a wooden spear with your heart?"

The spearmen captain Wu Yuan asked in surprise and confusion. This shouldn't be the case. To reach this level, how could it be possible without more than ten years of training?

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"What did you say? What do you mean by careful or not careful? Listen carefully, I have successfully enchanted a wooden spear. From this moment on, it is an enchanted equipment. No, it is a magical tool for cultivating immortals. Do you understand? I am an immortal cultivator!"

Zhang Yang was shouting with saliva flying everywhere, not caring about his image at all, acting like a madman, because he was so happy. No one understood the significance of such a primary magic weapon better than him. It was like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and he had accidentally opened a mysterious door. At the same time, he no longer had to worry about the attack of the deer demon.

Seeing that Wu Yuan was still confused, Zhang Yang laughed strangely and said maliciously:

"So, Wu Yuan, do you want to feel the awe that my wooden spear brings to you?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang pointed the wooden spear at Wu Yuan, which frightened the guy so much that he took several steps back, because Wu Yuan really felt the danger, although it was not a fatal danger.

"Is this-is this okay?"

Wu Yuan was very surprised. The 'awe' he made Zhang Yang feel the day before yesterday was due to his own super strength and the murderous aura condensed on the wooden spear, which scared Zhang Yang to death.

But now, Wu Yuan was very clear that Zhang Yang's throwing skills were almost zero, but that kind of "awesome" power came from the wooden spear itself. No, that's not right. It was not that simple. It was the power inside the wooden spear that formed a certain balance with the village chief. It was this balance that made him feel dangerous.

Wu Yuan even felt that the wooden spear in Zhang Yang's hand could fly like a bird at any time.

This is completely different from the wooden spear throwing technique he taught before.

"Is this really what the saying goes, 'People with different beliefs cannot work together?'"

Wu Yuan muttered to himself and decided not to teach the village chief throwing techniques anymore. This was totally counterproductive.

"Come here, Wu Yuan. This imprisonment wooden spear is for you. The imprisonment spell attached to it can only be used once, but combined with your elusive throwing ability, it will definitely surprise our enemies. By the way, once the enemy is hit by this imprisonment wooden spear, they will be imprisoned for one to three seconds."

"Also, pick out a few soldiers with the best throwing abilities. I want to equip them all with imprisoned wooden spears. What a pity! It would be much better if I mastered the explosion spell."

"By the way, from now on, you have to carve wooden spears for me. You have to carve the best quality. Carve a hundred or eighty of them for me first."

"I have to go to sleep first, call me if you need anything."

Zhang Yang finished speaking in one breath, then left in a hurry, leaving Wu Yuan in a dishevel.

"Hey, village chief, I mean--"

Wu Yuan sighed. He wanted to say that according to his own intuition, the power of this magic weapon in his hands might not be greater than in Zhang Yang's hands. After all, this was no longer a conventional weapon.

(End of this chapter)