wild trail

Chapter 195 The Miserable Horned Dragon

The smelting of copperware is carried out in the inner city, and the workers in charge of smelting are all members of the tribe who joined the tribe before. Metal is a high-tech of the tribe, and Wang Lang does not intend to let too many people know the secret of smelting.

Several copper furnaces started working at the same time, and molten copper slowly flowed into the mould, and weapons and agricultural tools were produced like an assembly line.

And Wang Lang also made a special thing this time. As the ceratopsian grows up slowly, it is obviously inappropriate for animals of this size to be placed in the tribe. The dragon's nose is pierced.

As long as the nose is pierced and a nose ring is put on, the weak human can subdue this strong animal.

For this purpose, Wang Lang designed a pliers for punching holes. The huge bite force of this pliers can easily pierce through half-finger-thick wooden boards. Wang Lang is very satisfied with his masterpiece.

After the tools were ready, Wang Lang took a few soldiers to the place where the ceratopsians were kept in captivity. The little ceratopsians who were still eating the grass leisurely did not realize the tragedy they were about to face. When they saw humans approaching, several ceratopsians The ceratopsian even took the initiative to ask for food.

"Boss, which one to catch?" A soldier asked.

Wang Lang looked in the dragon pen (referring to the pig pen), pointed to a docile-looking horned dragon and said, "Just that one!"

Hearing this, the soldiers walked into the dragon circle and pulled the two long horns of the horned dragon and dragged it out.

These ceratopsians grow so fast that within just two months, they have grown to the height of an adult's knee, and a person who is so heavy can't even lift them up.

Wang Lang asked several people to hold down the horned dragon, and the little horned dragon began to struggle desperately. Even though it was just two months old, it was very difficult for several adult men to hold it down.

Wang Lang held the punching pliers in one hand, and the strange beast grabbed the dragon's horns, fixed its head, and swiftly put the pliers head into the horned dragon's nostrils.

With a soft sound of "Pa!", the thin layer of bone between the horned dragon's nostrils was pierced in one fell swoop.

The sudden severe pain made the horned dragon let out a scream, and the screams of its companions scared the rest of the horned dragons to hide in the corner and began to become uneasy.

In order to prevent the hole from growing back, Wang Lang ignored the pain of the horned dragon, and directly inserted the copper ring into the horned dragon's nostril.

"Okay, let it go in!" Wang Lang said softly.

The soldiers dragged the miserable horned dragon back into the dragon enclosure, looked at Wang Lang in puzzlement, and asked, "Boss, why are you bringing this to the horned dragon?"

"This thing can control the horned dragon. Just tie a rope on the copper ring and pull it hard, and the horned dragon will be in great pain. Otherwise, when the things grow up, we can't control them at all with our strength." Wang Lang patiently explained.

The soldiers were amazed when they heard it, and one soldier said, "Boss, is it just witchcraft?"

Wang Lang was taken aback, and asked, "Witchcraft, where did you hear this word?"

The soldier replied: "It was mentioned by those people from the Raging Fire Tribe on the other side of Linhe."

"Tell me about this witchcraft!" Wang Lang asked.

The soldier thought for a while and said: "I don't know the details, but some people say that there are people who know witchcraft in their tribe. These people are called wizards. Some people with strange diseases are cast by wizards." Witchcraft will cure."

After listening to the soldier's narration, Wang Lang suddenly realized that this is a primitive doctor at all.

"Unexpectedly, there are such talents over there." Wang Lang sighed in his heart.

The rest of the people who had never heard of witchcraft also became excited at this time, and asked Wang Lang: "Boss, do you know witchcraft?"

Wang Lang said with a smile: "I don't know witchcraft. It makes sense to punch horned dragons. If you pinch your own nose, it will hurt like hell."

The soldiers couldn't believe it. After trying what Wang Lang said, the pain seemed to be about to pass out.

Seeing their distressed looks, Wang Lang smiled and said: "See, I used this principle. I guess the wizards in the Raging Fire Tribe didn't use mysterious powers. There are many plants in this world that can cure diseases. That The wizard has clearly mastered the function of some kind of plant."

"I've seen such a situation!" A soldier exclaimed as if he remembered something after Wang Lang finished speaking.

When Wang Lang heard the words, he immediately became interested, and said quickly: "Tell me specifically."

The soldier tried his best to recall for a while, and said: "When I was wandering on the grassland with my tribe before, I saw some animals go back to chew some green grass after being bitten, but these animals did not eat the grass. , but spit it on the wound.”

"Could it be herbs that can stop bleeding!" A thought flashed through Wang Lang's mind.

"Do you remember what that plant looks like?" Wang Lang asked excitedly.

"I remember, that time I thought the animal was the incarnation of a god, and we kowtowed to it for a while. After the animal left, we also went to taste the grass. It tasted very bitter and not delicious at all. "The soldier said with some embarrassment.

"Then have you seen this kind of grass near the tribe?" Wang Lang asked.

The soldier shook his head and replied, "I haven't seen it."

Wang Lang sighed, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, shook his head and said, "If we see that kind of green grass again, we must collect it, and we must bring it back together with the roots. This kind of grass is very important to us."

The soldiers nodded and took note of this matter. Seeing Wang Lang's solemn appearance, they knew that if they found this kind of grass, it would be another credit to them.

"Boss, shall we still drill holes for other horned dragons now?"

"No need, this is the first time for me to do this, first check the situation on this horned dragon, if there is no problem, I will punch the rest." Wang Lang said slowly.

Looking at these soldiers, Wang Lang suddenly said, "By the way, I have something to tell you."

"Boss, what's the matter?" the soldier asked curiously.

"In a few days, after the wall is built, the soldiers will increase their manpower. I will select a few squadrons from among you veterans. You have been with me for so long. When the time comes, perform well and don't let me down." Wang Lang said Said deeply.

This sudden news sounded like a thunderbolt in the ears of these soldiers. Of course they knew what the team meant. Being in the team meant entering the power class of the tribe. Be respected.

"Boss, is this true?" the soldier asked excitedly.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Well, you guys should do a good job. If one of you becomes the leader of the team, you will get more benefits than others when the tribe becomes stronger in the future."

"Don't worry, leader, we will not let you down." The soldiers promised, patted their chests.

(End of this chapter)