Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

However, the excitement of the three Fedde blacksmiths didn't last long before turning into wry smiles.

Before they could speak, Li Wei proactively asked, "Why aren't these crossbows strung?"

The main body of this ballista is divided into three bow sections: the main bow, the front bow, and the rear bow. Through the bowstring, it uses a geometric structure to perfectly combine their tension and elasticity, achieving an effect greater than 1+1+1.

But strangely, even though the main body of this ballista was clearly completed, the bowstring had not been attached.

"My lord, this is precisely what's troubling us," the blacksmiths, all over fifty years old, said with complex expressions, like parents watching their daughter marry a punk with mixed feelings.

"These bow arms, mixed with orichalcum, have too much tension, you could even say it's excessive. After we made them, we found there was no way to bend them enough to attach the bowstring."

Anzhu took the initiative to explain, touching the bow arms of the ballista, which had turned purple due to the orichalcum, his face filled with love and helplessness.

"Get the trolls to do it," Lord Li Wei said.

Although the creation of the ballista couldn't be widely publicized at the moment, it was no problem to find a few trolls to help string it.

"It's no use, we even had giants try it, and two giants could only bend the bow arms by the width of two fists," the blacksmiths said with even more bitter smiles.

Li Wei was genuinely surprised this time. Giants might be stupid, but their strength was inversely proportional to their intelligence.

The lord had suffered his first loss at the hands of these big, dumb guys, so no one understood the power of these憨货 better than him.

Good news: The most important bow arms have been manufactured.

Bad news: Because they're too good, the bowstring can't be attached.

Li Wei suddenly realized why even some countries couldn't manufacture dragon-hunting ballistas made entirely of orichalcum. It wasn't that the ballista's technology was so advanced.

It was simply that even if they made it, the bowstring couldn't be attached.

This showed that countries capable of independently producing dragon-hunting crossbows must have a mature technology for stringing them.

No wonder these old blacksmiths had been looking so downcast since early this morning.

The lord thought they had been kicked out of bed for failing to do their job properly.

"Let me try," the lord said, rolling up his sleeves, looking eager to try.

"Ah?!" ×4

Everyone was dumbfounded, wondering if they were getting old and their hearing was failing, or if this lord hadn't woken up yet.

To avoid hurting someone's self-esteem, the old blacksmith Anzhu racked his brains to politely dissuade him: "This kind of rough work is really beneath your dignity, my lord. There's no need for you to do it with your noble status."

He was practically pointing at the lord's head and saying—My lord, give up, two giants can't budge it, you definitely can't either.

In fact, although the blacksmiths hadn't seen the lord in action, they had long heard about his bravery.

But even so, he was still made of flesh and blood after all, and they didn't believe that this body with so little muscle contained power more terrifying than a giant.

"You don't believe me that much?" Li Wei showed off his biceps and pectorals, his eyes burning.

The meaning was clear: My muscles are so flamboyant, and you don't believe me, Your Grace?

The blacksmiths all rolled their eyes. Compared to giants, these muscles were no different from toothpicks.

Li Wei wasn't being arrogant for no reason. Since obtaining the system, he didn't know the upper limit of his strength. Anyway, if a giant known for its strength were to clash head-on with him, the outcome would definitely be the giant's weapon, along with its body, being shattered by him.

Seeing that the lord really wanted to try, Anzhu didn't stop him. After this lord personally experienced it, he would retreat in the face of difficulty.

Li Wei came to the ballista and looked at the flat bow arm, which was as thick as his arm. He took a deep breath, spread his hands, and grabbed the middle of the bow arm, just like gripping a hand exerciser.

"Lift!"

Li Wei concentrated his energy in his dantian, the veins in his arms bulged, and his muscles were distinct, as exquisite as marble. Accompanied by a low roar, the bow arm rang with the sound of metal being bent.

"This…"

The blacksmiths began to doubt their lives, but they were clearly doubting too early.

Squeak, squeak.

As the lord exerted force, the bow was bending unbelievably, making a unique sound in the silent room.

The watching blacksmiths stood frozen like statues, the tools in their hands falling to the ground in absentmindedness.

"My God~ Great~ Hercules~" Anzhu looked at all this in a daze, his body twitching nervously.

He knew how strong those giants were. These creatures possessed a trace of giant blood and were born with immense strength. Even if the wheels of a heavy cart full of iron ore were tangled by weeds, they could still drag it forward.

But even these creatures could barely bend the bow arm to half the required distance.

But what was he seeing now?

The unshakeable bow arm was now being bent into a semicircle by a smaller human.

This visual impact created purely by strength was stronger than any rhetoric or description.

"What are you all standing there dumbfounded for? Hurry up and string the bow!"

The lord even shouted with energy to spare.

Coming back to their senses, the Fedde blacksmiths quickly tied the bowstring, made of thousands of strands of ox tendon, to it.

The ballista had three bow arms in total. Li Wei bent the main bow first in order. The Fedde blacksmiths quickly tied the bowstring to the rear bow and then hung it on the pulley of the main bow.

All that was needed was for Li Wei to release it, and the bowstring, calculated to the correct length, would allow the two to fit together perfectly. All that remained was to tie the front bow to the main bow, and the ballista would be complete.

"You guys step back a bit."

Li Wei was preparing to release the main bow. Even he felt a little tired from the strong tension, and he could only hold on for half an hour at most.

The blacksmiths all found cover and hid.

The bow arms made of orichalcum completely exceeded their expectations, so the prepared bowstring might not be able to withstand it and break.

Bang!

As the lord released his hands, the bowstring made of thousands of strands of ox tendon broke as expected after only three breaths.

The broken string made a whooshing sound and instantly shattered a chair, its power terrifying.

"My lord, are you alright?"

Several blacksmiths quickly came to Li Wei's side.

After letting go, Li Wei had already taken the opportunity to hide in a safe place, so naturally there was no problem.

"This is troublesome," Li Wei sighed, looking at the half-finished ballista.

Things like bow arms can be solved with some thought, but the process of making bowstrings is very troublesome, and they can't be obtained in a short time.

These few ballista bowstrings had exhausted all the ox tendons stored by the Fedde tribe.

Not to mention that a bowstring made of thousands of strands of ox tendon couldn't withstand it. What kind of bowstring was needed?

Sometimes, things being too good is also a trouble.

The lord thought helplessly.