This village was a size smaller than Flint Village, with probably only a few dozen households. However, it was also surrounded by a wooden wall made of logs—or rather, in a world teeming with monsters, every village was like this.
When the caravan arrived at the village square, a few residents could be seen standing at their doorsteps.
Most of them were lumberjacks.
They were all dressed in their sturdiest clothes, clutching logging axes as if ready for a fight at a moment's notice.
Just then, a slender woman in a green Cloak walked toward the caravan, with the village chief of Silverpine Village by her side.
"Where are the heroes from Dragon's Fang Castle? I heard they were in this caravan!" the village chief shouted at the disorderly caravan, his voice drowning out everyone else's chatter.
His shout instantly silenced the village square.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
