"Village Chief, do we have any defensive weapons in the village?" Yue Jinghua sent someone to count the number of people in the village, which was roughly twelve hundred.
In Canglong Continent, because of the presence of nature's spiritual energy, even sixty-year-olds are still able to work in the fields. In the village, excluding the elderly in their seventies and eighties and children under twelve, there are quite a few strong women.
"Weapons? Lord, are you asking us to go fight the Stone-eating Fragrant Pigs? This is sending us to our deaths," the Village Chief almost panicked upon hearing Yue Jinghua's tone, nearly pulling out his own beard. These were Stone-eating Fragrant Pigs, ferociously uncontrollable even by three or four grown men.
The villagers beside him were also timid and echoed in agreement; they were unwilling to provoke a beast tide.
