After studying the heavy ballistas, the craftsmen found that their manufacturing process was not complicated at all and could be replicated.
The design of these heavy ballistas was somewhat similar to the three-bow bed crossbow of the Song Dynasty, with three massive bows arranged in parallel and opposite directions, firmly mounted on a specially made crossbow frame.
Pulling the bowstring relied entirely on the winch for assistance. The craftsman turned the winch, and the thick ropes slowly tightened, gradually drawing the bowstring taut.
Each arrow was a full 1.6 meters long, with a shaft as thick as two fingers.
Link stood on the city wall, aimed, and decisively ordered a test shot.
The arrow whistled out, flying at least seven to eight hundred meters. It first irresistibly pierced through the first large tree, then firmly embedded itself in the trunk of the second large tree before finally stopping.
This power is enough to deal with ordinary magical beasts!
Having witnessed the power of this ballista, the craftsmen worked against time, dedicating themselves fully to its production.
Inside the workshop, the busy figures of the craftsmen moved about, a scene of bustling activity.
Link already had a plan: once the city walls were expanded and repaired, he would place a heavy ballista every ten meters along the wall.
At that time, these heavy ballistas would stand ready like loyal guardians, becoming powerful turrets to defend against foreign enemies, building an indestructible defense line for Winterfell City.
Everything was progressing in an orderly and systematic manner.
Link naturally took out the adult clothing and small toys he had drawn and put them to use.
Among that truckload of adult toys, Link indeed found some specialized enema tools.
Now, Olivia was about to experience a unique "new experience."
Link set a rule for Olivia: she had to undergo an enema cleansing every morning and evening after defecating.
Then, he made her start with the smallest rubber toy and gradually increase the size to adapt, until her anus was expanded enough to accommodate Link's proud massive object.
On normal days, Olivia would also obediently wear the dog-ear headband Link gave her, paired with the plug-style dog tail.
In this way, Olivia truly became a playful and manipulable bitch.
Link's five fingers gripped the fluffy dog tail between Olivia's buttocks. He thrust his hips forcefully, penetrating her repeatedly and heavily, while simultaneously raising his hand to slap her fair, plump, and quivering large buttocks. He asked with a lewd smile, "Olivia, when is your next period?"
"Period? What's that, Master?" Olivia's eyes were like silk, twisting her waist, letting out a delicate "Woof," and innocently said, "This bitch doesn't know what you mean, Master~"
Slap!
Link raised his hand and slapped her plump buttocks hard, leaving a red mark: "You don't even know that? It's those days when you bleed from down there, and your lower abdomen aches slightly."
"Master~" Olivia's eyes were full of lust, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she whimpered, "Probably in another sixteen or seventeen days~ Woof~"
At this moment, Olivia was straddling Link, actively moving up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts. Her face was full of intoxication and satisfaction, her pink tongue lightly licking her red lips, as if savoring the pleasure she had just experienced.
She was completely unaware that she had entered the dangerous period for conception.
The ovulation period, which symbolized the opportunity for new life to be conceived, was quietly approaching.
Link's gaze darkened, and he meticulously questioned Olivia again about her menstrual cycle.
According to Olivia, her menstrual cycle was generally stable at around thirty days.
And a woman's luteal phase is usually a fixed fourteen days. Calculating this, a thirty-day menstrual cycle minus the fourteen-day luteal phase would roughly be the start of the ovulation period.
In other words, Olivia had already begun ovulating precisely during these past few days!
In an instant, an extremely wicked thought, like a venomous snake, slithered out from the depths of Link's heart.
He wanted this docile bitch to bear his flesh and blood!
To make her completely his exclusive property, from then on, she could only depend on him, unable to escape his control!
When her belly grew big, and she stood pregnant before his daughter, he would make her sign that humiliating slave contract, and then make her personally offer her daughter. From then on, both mother and daughter would become his eternal playthings!
Hehehehe!
Once the evil thought appeared, it could no longer be stopped.
Link flipped Olivia onto her back and began to work hard.
These next few days, he absolutely had to get her pregnant!
...The next morning.
Outside Winterfell City, a group of visitors arrived, much to Link's surprise.
"Farahsiya, look, that city ahead is Winterfell City!" Her personal maid, who had been with Farahsiya since childhood, chirped like a happy little bird, talking incessantly.
"Farahsiya, look quickly, why are those farmers pouring those dirty, stinky things into the fields?"
"Farahsiya, and also, why are those people smearing mud on the city walls? What are they doing?"
"Farahsiya, look quickly, Winterfell City is so clean! See that stone road, it's even more orderly and tidy than King's Landing City!"
Farahsiya gently patted the maid's head, feigning a scolding tone: "Alright, you little dummy, don't forget the purpose of our trip. Winter is getting closer and closer. Once we sell this batch of armor and longswords to Winterfell City's new lord, we must hurry back to King's Landing City."
This beautiful Farahsiya, from the moment she was born, seemed to be exceptionally favored by the God of Fate, growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Because she was the incredibly noble Grand Princess of the Human Kingdom.