"Screech!"
A filthy, dark brown wooden stick crashed onto the surface of the iron pot, adding another small dent to the bottom, which had already endured countless attacks and been warped during the battle.
Fortunately, the wooden stick was made of ordinary material, and the force exerted was quite moderate, so the pot, just taken off the stove not long ago, still maintained its basic integrity.
"Hold on, everyone hold on for me!"
"The adventurers from River Valley Town are arriving soon, just hold on for a few more minutes, and we can all survive."
"For the village, for your wives and children, stand firm!"
The elderly voice, filled with the marks of time, had long become hoarse, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Exhausted, he used all his strength just to stand.
But as the head of Cui Xi Village, this hunched-over old man stood in the most dangerous place, still boosting the morale of the villagers fighting against the goblins.
