Thud, clink, thud, clink...
Accompanied by a series of peculiar knocking sounds, Chen Wen sped up the crafting.
Before going to sleep, he finally managed to finish crafting twelve spearheads.
After discarding the damaged and unsuitable flints, having twelve complete spearheads was quite a commendable result.
He tidied up the ground of the shelter a bit.
Chen Wen planned to rest.
However, the red fox and old wolf looked at the spearheads Chen Wen had made with lingering interest.
"So amazing! He just tapped the stones and created so many weapons!"
The red fox couldn't help but exclaim.
Hearing this, the old wolf also nodded.
It glanced at Chen Wen's hands, unable to resist murmuring in its heart: If I had claws that powerful, combined with my current wits, I would definitely be able to reclaim the leadership of the pack!
But that was just wishful thinking.
The old wolf sighed and walked outside the shelter.
Gazing at the gray sky, it couldn't help but howl loudly.
