"Pull!"
Sven yelled as he used all his strength to climb up the slope, pulling the great log with everyone.
Einar who was visibly tired held the rope in his hands with all his might.
Every step they took caused them quite a bit of pain as they could barely move forward because their trunk was constantly pushing them down.
After arduous hours, two of the warriors who were pushing in front stumbled and, as in a domino effect, they all released the ropes and the trunk descended the slope downwards.
A silence was present in the place, nobody dared to say anything because it had been an accident.
Einar who was somewhat frustrated walked over to his father and touched his shoulder.
"Father, we must make a pulley system if we want to climb the tree without much effort, so we must bring some materials and slaves.
If we work fast, maybe we can finish before dark. "
