Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 13: The Hunter

The morning breeze in the wilderness was a bit chilly.

A caravan of horses arrived at the trap Ron had set the day before to capture the bison herd.

The leader of the cavalry looked down into the deep trench, where blackened bloodstains were still visible in much of the soil.

"We're too late; the bison herd has already been booked."

A middle-aged man carrying a bow and arrows jumped off his horse, then jumped into the ditch, grabbed a handful of soil, and sniffed it.

The middle-aged man dropped the dirt in his hand and clapped his hands: "This force is quite interesting; they actually came up with this kind of hunting method."

Some couldn't help but exclaim, "That's a huge undertaking! How many people would it take to dig that up?"

"It's an architectural mage!" the cavalry leader said without hesitation.

They had been tracking this bison herd for almost a week. Yesterday, they stopped for a day to resupply, and in just one day, the herd was completely surrounded.

Aside from a master architect, he couldn't think of any other way to complete such a large project so quickly.

If there are too many people, the herd will be disturbed, and with not enough manpower, it is impossible to hunt so many bison in one night.

"Harland Territory?" The middle-aged man climbed out of the ditch and looked at the leader with a puzzled expression.

"Are we going to cause them trouble?"

The leader shook his head. "There's no need. We can't possibly win with just a few of us, and our Dehea territory can't possibly start a war with the Harland territory over this. Let's make a note of this."

"Bard, this matter cannot be left like this." A young man looked at the leader of the cavalry with dissatisfaction.

"Shut up! There are three Earth Knights in Harland Territory. Do you want to risk your life?" the middle-aged hunter mocked.

The young man was furious, pointing his finger at the middle-aged hunter, his hand trembling slightly.

"Andes, I'm the vice-captain of the hunting party. What gives you the right to talk to me like that?"

Hunter Andes curled his lip, turned his head away, and refused to speak to the person with connections in front of him. He was the most skilled hunter in the territory, and there was more than one hunting team in the territory. He could simply switch teams. Why should he put up with this person with connections?

Captain Bard shook his head helplessly: "Alright, stop arguing. Let's go back to the hunter's lodge to rest for the night and go find prey elsewhere. Keep this in mind for Harland territory, and we'll get our revenge later when we have the chance."

The young man muttered a dissatisfied remark and went back to arrange manpower.

"Andes, don't cause trouble for Kane unnecessarily. Although he has connections, he is the most pragmatic and hardworking person in the hunter team."

Andes waved his hand to indicate that he understood, clearly not wanting to argue with Bader about this matter.

"Captain, I suddenly remembered something. The new batch of pioneer lords this year should arrive in Blackthorn Wasteland around this time." Kane returned, taking out a temporary map.

"Harland Territory is still over forty kilometers from here. Even if the hunting team finds traces of the bison herd, it won't be able to get here quickly!"

Bard realized what was happening, took the map and looked at it, quickly pointing out three areas on the map.

"These three places in this area are the most suitable for building a new territory. In particular, this area has hills, making it a good place to build a castle. We will split into three groups and search these three places, and finally meet up in this area."

Andes glanced at Kane thoughtfully, his opinion of this nepotism case changing somewhat.

"Let's split up and set off; maybe we can bring back some bison."

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Early the next morning, Ron got up from the pit courtyard, stretched comfortably, and checked his attributes at the same time.

Ron Ashwood

Occupations: Apprentice Architect, Apprentice Knight

Physical condition: 15

Power: 12

Spirit: 9

Mana: 43

Complete template construction 9.

Ron immediately understood that the 3 points of magic power were increased by building the city walls, while the other 5 points were increased by practicing meditation for 24 hours.

With the system running automatically, he could meditate during the day to restore his magic power, and when he wasn't meditating or resting at night, he could leave it to the system to run automatically. It was as if he was cultivating 24 hours a day. Unfortunately, his other attributes didn't increase, especially since his territory needed to be built recently, so he had even less time to practice the Knight Meditation Technique.

Emerging from the pit dwelling, one could see a large group of villagers processing wild boar meat under Old Hall's supervision. On the other side, Old Hall had also built a smoking room, where the processed beef was being smoked.

About twenty bison were not completely dead. Their limbs were cut off, and their wounds were healed with healing magic before being fixed in place with wooden frames.

For some reason, Ron felt that doing this was somewhat cruel, but it was the best solution at the moment. If all the bison were disposed of, they wouldn't have enough manpower or time to process the beef, and who knows how many would rot.

Old Hall saw Ron and ran over with a big smile on his face.

"Young master, you're awake!" He pointed to another pile of bones and entrails and said, "I've already sorted and processed the entrails and bones as you requested."

Ron nodded, walked to the beef bone, and saw that all the meat had been cleaned off. He couldn't help but admire Old Hall's skill, which suddenly reminded him of a dish he would try at noon.

Place your hand on the bone and use the Transformation spell to break down the various parts of the cow bone. Then pick out the cow tibia, femur, and metatarsal bones, as these three have the highest bone density and are suitable for making spearheads, at least more durable than spearheads made of flint.

Ron first simulated simmering over a low flame to degrease the bones, then air-dried them. This allowed the bones to be transformed into the desired spearhead shape, still primarily a triangular spearhead, and then hardened by low-temperature smoking.

"Old Hall! Send a few men over here to grease these gun barrels," Ron suddenly shouted.

Old Hall was prepared and immediately summoned several women who were carrying a bucket of butter.

"Soak the spearhead in butter while it's still hot. This allows the butter to penetrate the micropores of the bone, making the spearhead less susceptible to moisture and mold, and also enhancing its toughness."

After Ron finished speaking, he dropped the first batch of processed gunheads. In fact, he could have used a transformation spell to process them as well, but he didn't want to waste his magic here.

Old Hall picked up a spearhead that had been smeared with butter and examined it with amazement in his eyes.

I don't know where the young master found the bone forging technique. Although there is no magical enhancement, the processed spearhead is far superior to the flint spearhead in both hardness and toughness. At least it is not a disposable combat weapon like the flint spearhead.

This type of spearhead is not very useful against armored targets or bone spears, but it is quite powerful against unarmored targets.

"Young master, these bone spears are far more powerful than flint spears," Old Hall exclaimed.

Soon, the remaining scraps were also made into 500 triangular cone-shaped arrowheads.

Ron only used 5 points of magic power to do all of this.

"Old Hall, you'll handle the rest of the work with these spearheads and arrowheads." Ron said, looking at the remaining bones. These bones weren't hard enough to be made into bone tools, so he wanted to try using a coagulation technique—a technique that could compress sawdust into stakes. Following the same principle, he should be able to compress all these bones into hard bone and then make them into arrowheads.

Without any hesitation, Old Hall used the Conversion spell to attach shafts and arrows to the spearheads.

After solidifying all the remaining bones, Ron successfully made 6000 ancient arrowheads, an efficiency that greatly amazed Old Hall.

However, solidifying the bones consumed 10 points of Ron's magic power, and making the arrowhead consumed another 5 points.

He spent 20 points of magic power to produce this batch of weapons.

With his remaining 23 points of magic, he didn't hesitate to build two adobe walls, which were 120 meters long and looked quite imposing.

"Young master, a cavalry of about ten men is heading towards our territory from the direction of the bison hunt."

Ron put down the bone arrowhead in his hand.

Are you here to divide the meat?

Or are they here to cause trouble?

"Have the Fanta militia bring their new weapons to the stockade walls and line up to welcome them."