Although the Iron Wood City Gate was not as sturdy or heavy as a real iron gate, it still wasn't something an ordinary Pure Human could move.
Fortunately, the portcullis was relatively easy to install. With the help of the Beastman Warriors from the other three tribes, it only took them less than an afternoon to get it done.
But the most crucial part, the thousand-pound gate for opening and closing the portcullis, stumped Wu Yue and Yuan Lang.
"I can ask the Beast God for one, but it would be hard to explain if the tribe members ask about it."
After all, even the simplest thousand-pound gate from the System was not something that could exist in this world.
Yuan Lang smiled at her. "Don't we have a ready-made excuse?"
Wu Yue looked at him, confused. "A ready-made excuse?"
The Beastman tugged at his clothes and raised an eyebrow at her.
A thought struck Wu Yue. "You mean… use the Great Witch of the Huaxia Tribe as an excuse?"
