The young native respectfully handed me the blowgun, which was wrapped with wild cotton and had absorbed poison, and nodded to the hounds.
The meaning couldn't be clearer: this processed blowgun is definitely much stronger than the previous one, and it should be no problem to knock out the large dog in front of us.
Looking at the well-made blowgun in my hand, I realized that its craftsmanship was far superior to the bows and arrows they made.
Perhaps this indigenous man, who was about my age, was more meticulous, and the things he made were more refined than those of his companions, as can be seen from the serrated arrowheads.
I only understood this later: not everyone makes blowguns like this young indigenous man; the blowgun was a treasure he stumbled upon by accident.
However, the young indigenous man frowned and spread his arms to indicate that his blowgun might not be able to reach that far.
I didn't care about the issue. I just smiled slightly at the native in front of me, pointed to the blowgun in my hand, and gestured for him to make more.
The indigenous people were a little confused, but they didn't dare to say anything. They took out a small handful of these blowguns from the bamboo tube on their bodies and began to modify them.
I roughly estimated the distance using the thumb distance method, and it should be only about 20 meters away from those dogs.
My blowgun is very fast and several times more powerful than the one Tu has. I've tested it before; even at a distance of fifty meters, the blowgun can still pierce a tree trunk.
Now all we need to do is shoot the blowguns at these hounds; hitting such a large target at a distance of twenty meters shouldn't be a problem.
The penetrating power of the blowgun was also enough to cleave through the skin of these upper dogs and penetrate into their muscles.
At this moment, the indigenous chieftain saw that the hounds had begun to tear open the skin of the wildebeest and saber-toothed tiger, and his expression became somewhat anxious.
He hurled the spear in his hand at the pack of dogs, and the spear flew in an arc before successfully hitting the pack.
However, at this distance, the spear had lost most of its power, and its impact on the hounds had become negligible; they were too lazy to even move their rear ends.
I frowned as I watched this scene, and gestured to the local tribesmen around me to tell their leader not to worry and to wait for me to handle the problem.
The young indigenous man listened to me completely and seemed to have an inexplicable sense of trust in me.
They immediately called out to their leader in a language I couldn't understand. The leader, who was in a tree not far away, was pleased to hear this and immediately responded with a couple of chirps.
The young indigenous man worked quickly and efficiently, and in no time he had finished processing a small pile of blowguns.
The indigenous man gestured to me with his empty bamboo tube, indicating that he had processed the blowguns according to my requirements.
I smiled and nodded to the local, then moistened the fluffy cotton at the end of the blowgun with my saliva and wrung it out a bit.
When the native saw me tightening the cotton at the fletching of the arrows, he quickly stopped me. He gestured to me that the loose cotton wouldn't even be enough to make the blowguns fly into the blowpipe.
I smiled faintly, patted the native's shoulder, and indicated that I should just watch quietly.
I took out one of my bamboo tubes, inside which was the tip of a cone-shaped blowgun I had made before.
To make assembly easier, I made a lot more; the bamboo tube in my hand contained a full three hundred arrow fletchings.
The natives' blowguns were slightly thinner than mine, but that didn't matter much. The cotton I twisted up was just enough to completely fill the gaps in the fletching.
The young indigenous man watched my entire process; he had never seen the fletching of the arrow in my hand before. He watched with excitement and curiosity as I combined the fletching with its blowgun.
The process wasn't difficult. I gestured for the native to do my job: attach the fletchings to these blowguns.
The indigenous man seemed very happy and said that he could definitely do the job just as well as I could, so I shouldn't worry.
I took out some arrow fletchings and handed them to the native, then took down my 1.5-meter-long blowgun from my back, set it up on a tree branch, and loaded a blowgun into it.
When the natives saw that my blowgun was so much longer than their own, they couldn't help but marvel at how different the gods were, able to make something so difficult to create so long.
Meanwhile, the pack of dogs below had already started eating. Because the food was scattered and plentiful this time, there was no fighting over it.
They were all gathered in groups of three or five around the four dead prey, feasting on them, completely unaware that a long, dark, hollow tube was already aimed at them from a tree twenty meters away.
After adjusting the angle, I took a deep breath and held it in my lungs, then without hesitation, I blew a strong breath into the blowgun.
The blowgun arrows, propelled by the high-speed airflow, spun rapidly inside the dark pipe and flew out of the pipe in the blink of an eye.
"Whoosh!"
A soft whooshing sound came from the nozzle. After the arrow flew for about a second in my line of sight, I could see the upper dog I had been aiming at twitch with obvious discomfort.
But the dog didn't seem to care much. Getting pricked by thorns was a common occurrence for it, and it seemed to it that it had only been pricked by a thorn.
Only I know that such a powerful anesthetic only causes a brief pain at the moment of injection, after which the pain nerves are quickly anesthetized and the pain is no longer felt.
Sure enough, these blowguns, modified by the indigenous people and with increased dosage, quickly took effect.
The dog I shot felt its head begin to lose control, and an extreme feeling of exhaustion swept over its entire body, leaving it powerless.
Before the dog could take two steps, it bent its front and hind legs and lay down on the ground to fall asleep.
At this moment, its companions, feeling curious, went over to sniff around. Finding that the creature was still breathing, they assumed it was just tired from eating and simply wanted to sleep.
This did not alert the other dogs, who continued eating as usual, completely unaware that a nightmare was about to begin for them.
I fired each blowgun with precision, and each shot inevitably sent a dog into a sweet dream. Some were still chewing when they suddenly fell asleep halfway through their chewing.
I was secretly amazed at this moment. These natives had really discovered an incredible plant. This highly effective stuff could completely replace my previous aconitine.
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