A Spying Enemy

Before sunrise, some black clouds in the sky made it seem like it was going to rain.

Zhang Yang stood in the small fortress with a sunken face. This was the only building in the village that had a defensive role at that moment. He originally planned to tear it down because he wanted to build a bigger castle.

But reality was always so cruel.

He had just eliminated that mighty deer lord, and a new enemy showed up.

Earlier, the village imp reported to him that there were enemies spying on his village.

To be precise, the enemies were three imps hiding a dozen meters underground and constantly wandering around the village. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Yang wouldn't have noticed them, and not even his Level 2 Vision could detect their position. However, he recruited his own village imp.

The newly-recruited village imp was wimpy. Last night, it should have left the village and explored the surrounding territory. But without Zhang Yang's supervision, it actually only searched a small area around the Tree Demon Tower.

Then early this morning, it discovered traces of the activities of three other enemy imps under the village.

Zhang Yang received the message and was almost angered to death. At that moment, he calmed down and asked.

"What exactly did those three village imps scout from us?"

Village Chief, those three imps should know how many we number and how many of the fighters we have since the village has no walls. They didn't find me, nor did they find the Tree Demon Tower because they are as weak as I am. They simply don't dare to come within 50 feet of the fighters.

"What do you mean by fighters? Are there any conditions to be one?" Zhang Yang asked since this village imp had said so more than once.

Village Chief, this is how Abyssal Ghosts judge humans. Fighters have rock-like skin, iron-like bones, bow-like tendons, five internal organs, passionate blood, and the strength of 300 men. Warriors are the next tier. They have steel-like skin, fine steel-like bones, five internal organs, strong, fervent blood flowing like a river, and the strength of 900 men.

According to this standard, our village has a total of four fighters, one prospective warrior, and 23 pawns. As for you, Village Chief, the enemy imps can never find you out.

After listening to the explanation of the imp's explanation, Zhang Yang nodded, though his gaze remained puzzled. Because according to the imp, Abyssal Ghosts like them and humans were probably natives of this world.

As for the strength of 300 men, Wu Yuan had also mentioned it. It should be referring to the power of a captain, but the exact value wasn't clear.

"From now on, you don't have to go out of the village to scout, but keep an eye on the enemy imps. No matter what, you can't let them get close to the Tree Demon Tower."

After giving new orders to the imp, Zhang Yang quickly got to work. First, he ordered Wu Yuan to personally lead Song Dachui and the other three strong men to patrol the edge of the village and immediately return once something went wrong.

Second, he ordered Qin Yidao and 10 elite bowmen to enter the small fort. He strengthened them using the deer lord demon soul, while other elites seized the time to continue reinforcing the defense of the small fort.

The reason why this was so was because the enemy's strength was unknown. Putting up a strong defense was the priority, so having 10 captain-ranked bowmen was essential.

Next, Zhang Yang calmed himself down and analyzed the causes and effects of this matter.

Firstly, the owner of those three imps must be the holder of a Village Building Order, which meant that the person was his competitor and enemy.

Secondly, for this enemy to approach him on the day of the deer lord's demise meant that the enemy must have known about the existence of the deer lord's army. Probably, it was that both sides were equal in power. so it didn't make a move earlier.

Finally, now that the deer lord's army had been destroyed, and the strength of Zhang Yang's village was scouted, it was likely that the enemy would take advantage of the opportunity to attack and catch him by surprise.

Even if the enemy wasn't eager to attack soon, this war definitely couldn't be avoided. In other words, this mysterious enemy would surely attack. He just didn't know whether it would be a raid or if they would swarm in with a large army.

At this time, it is already too late to make more Spears of Imprisonment. If the enemy's army has already set off, it is good that I still have some aces.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, gazing at the results of the hard work of Wu Yuan and others the day before.

Three hundred arrow shafts, 100 polished wolf teeth, and trimmed red eagle feathers. All the materials had been prepared, and the only thing missing was to put these three materials together.

He didn't know what kind of glue was used in the making of feather arrows on Earth, but it was apparent that Wu Yuan, Qin Yidao, and the others had no way to put these materials together.

Picking up an arrow shaft, Zhang Yang nodded. He had no comments about Wu Yuan's craftsmanship, which was at least at the master level. This heavy arrow shaft was 1.3 meters in length and 3 centimeters in diameter. In the hands of ordinary soldiers, it could be used as a short spear. However, it was rightfully to be used by a captain bowman, so this went to show just how much damage this thing could deal once it was successfully made!

Zhang Yang wasn't in a hurry to use his dharmic powers. He first used the soul force field to cultivate the arrow shafts one by one. According to his experience, this could improve the material of the arrow shaft, thus making it easier to connect the materials using dharmic powers.

After cultivating 30 arrow shafts in one go, Zhang Yang picked up an arrowhead polished out of wolf teeth.

The green wolf demon was very large in size. It was especially so at first glance, because one would often feel like it was even bigger due to panic and fear. For instance, in the past, Zhang Yang thought that the tooth of that green wolf demon would be at least as long as his arm. But in fact, the longest wolf tooth he saw at the moment was only about 30 centimeters, and an arrowhead made of polished wolf tooth was only 10 centimeters left.

But even so, this wolf-tooth arrowhead was extremely sharp and could break armor.

If it were an ordinary wolf tooth, the method of installation would be to directly insert it into the arrow shaft, or if it were an iron arrowhead, it could also be set into the shaft.

But this kind of wolf demon's tooth with a diameter of more than five centimeters made it very laborious to polish it into shape. The day before, Qin Yidao and the rest were on the boulder grinding for an entire day, and they only managed to polish 100 wolf teeth. They were exhausted. One had to know that their physique was equivalent to five or six adults on Earth, so one couldn't expect an even more polished finishing than this result.

Well, the arrow shaft can be cultivated by soul energy, while the arrowhead has to be grooved by dharmic powers. I have 0.01 unit of dharmic power, so I guess I can only make 10 of these arrows, Zhang Yang thought.

He quickly unleashed the soul force field and the wisp of dharmic power attached to the arrow shaft. He targeted the end of the arrowhead and gently grabbed. That solid wolf tooth became as soft as tofu.

When he withdrew his soul force field and dharmic power, the wolf-tooth arrowhead and arrow shaft had fused together perfectly.

At that moment, Zhang Yang took a red eagle feather from the pile. Even after trimming it, it was as large as two human palms. There was a faint red radiance flowing throughout it, which was precisely demonic power. The red eagle feather was an excellent material as an arrow feather. Honestly, whether this wolf-tooth arrow was fast or accurate enough, it all depended on this feather.

That was why Zhang Yang didn't dare to be careless. He enveloped the soul force field on it, holding the arrow shaft in one hand, while grabbing the red eagle feather in the other. He released his dharmic powers slightly, and the feather cut into the arrow shaft.

Finally, after inspecting using his soul threads, he found nothing wrong.

This wolf-tooth arrow was completed.

I'll make as many as I can.

Zhang Yang looked up at the sky, before shifting his gaze to the 10 elite bowmen in the small fort who were about to complete their promotion. He decided to allocate five wolf-tooth arrows to each of them.