Robbie almost jumped straight up. "Big Brother Richard, you have Monaka Leeches?"
There was a reason ballistae were widely used as defensive weapons. In defensive battles, they truly possessed unique advantages. If a few Monaka Leeches could get two ballistae working again, they would greatly ease the pressure on the defenders and perhaps save countless warriors' lives!
He knew he wasn't a qualified military leader, but he dearly hoped to do something for the tribe that had given birth to and raised him.
The Lord met his gaze, and the two of them burst out laughing together, an unspoken understanding surging between them. "No."
Robbie was a dwarf with an exceptionally mild temper. That mild-tempered dwarf was now searching all over the ground for a brick.
"But my centaur rangers have a batch of spare bowstrings for longbows." Richard's one sentence made the other dwarf abandon every impulsive thought.
The dwarves had seen the centaurs' longbows before. Their draw length was astonishing, and they used ox sinew nearly two paces long for strings, far superior to ordinary bowstrings.
In truth, no matter how high-quality a bowstring was, it was still only a bowstring. Even if several were twisted together into one for use on a ballista, it would barely suffice, and they would wear out at a frightening speed. Still, they were far stronger than the goat sinew the dwarves had previously used.
"I'll go prepare the gold right now!" Robbie did not hesitate in the slightest. He turned and ran down from the arrow tower.
The dwarves had lived in a primitive barter economy for generations, so they had an extremely weak concept of money. Or rather, the fact that they still had a chance to solve problems with money was itself the greatest piece of luck.
They paid