The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1617

Caspian knew that the puppets here did not need to be as complicated as the ones he was making in Time Warp Zone.

It was even exceptionally simple, as long as it could be used.

For example, a few blocks of wood and some stones could be turned into a simple puppet.

If he was afraid of exhaustion, he could tie up refined iron in some parts of the puppet.

Anyway, the land on the island was ordinary. It was as easy as cutting tofu if he used refined iron.

If Caspian wanted to be easier, he didn't even need to make puppets. He could directly use spiritual Qi to lead refined iron.

However, after thinking for a while, Caspian decided to create simple puppets to complete this task.

If he used spiritual Qi to control the puppets, he needed to adjust the puppets’ limbs.

In this way, it would be more difficult and helpful to enhance his control of spiritual Qi.

Without hesitation, Caspian immediately began to do the work.

After being arranged by Caspian, Flame Gordon first went to the palace to meditate and cultivate.

It was much easier for a cultivator to cut wood than a mortal.

Mortals still had to cut, hack, and so on. With a wave of Caspian's arm, spiritual Qi swept, and the trees on the island suddenly fell to the ground.

Then threads of spiritual Qi shot out from between Caspian and they drew the wood and prepared refined iron.

Not long after, dozens of crooked puppets, carrying hoes and other tools, stood in front of Caspian.

It had been eight or nine years since Caspian had been locked up in hellhole prison, and he had not led troops to fight again.

At this moment, when he saw the situation in front of him, he couldn't help but feel that these simple and rough puppets were a group of soldiers who completely obeyed his orders.

Caspian involuntarily laughed when he thought of this. After which, he shook his head and continued to create similar puppets.

Time flew, and soon it was evening.

The fiery red sun slowly descended along with the horizon.

The seawater was instantly split into half blue and half red.

From a distance, it seemed that half of it was ice and the other half was fire.

The appearance of the setting sun was a symbol of the end of a day's work for mortals.

But at this moment, the island where Caspian was located was in a heated atmosphere.

A group of puppets made from a few pieces of wood were working in unison. Strictly speaking, they could not be considered puppets

Dozens of them formed a formation, lifted the hoe together, and then dug the ground.

There were also dozens of puppets cutting and chopping wood in another place, and then turning them into fences and circling the ground.

On the other side, dozens of wooden men were digging the fish pond with iron shovels in their hands.

The total number of these wooden men added up to three to four hundred.

But their movements were in an orderly manner.

Throughout the whole scene, only the sound of working could be heard, and no extra movements of these wooden people could be heard.

If all these wooden men were normal people, then the scene at this moment was actually quite scary.

At this time, Caspian was sitting on a big rock.

He closed his eyes slightly and used his Divine Sense to sense everything around him.

His hands were placed on his knees. Between his index fingers, there were thousands of thin lines condensed by spiritual Qi, pulling the torso and limbs of each wooden man respectively, directing their every move.

Ordinary people could only focus on one thing.

Those with extraordinary talent could focus on two things.

Those who were gifted could focus on three or even four things.

But if he wanted more, he had to be a cultivator.