An uneventful night passed just like that...
With the Night of a Hundred Ghosts approaching, the atmosphere in the village grew noticeably tense. All trade with the outside world stopped.
The children stopped going to school, too.
Bluestone Village had previously maintained contact with several other villages, but over the past few days, the villagers had essentially been forbidden from leaving.
Men and women, young and old, all joined in, frantically reinforcing the walls.
It was clearly spring, the season when ice and snow melted, yet the weather had inexplicably turned bitterly cold. The sun hid behind thick clouds, leaving everyone shivering.
The two moons had drawn close together. Perhaps they would overlap tomorrow.
"Lord Divine Turtle, if we cannot hold them off, please lend us your aid." Guo Dazhu cupped his hands and spoke with utmost sincerity.
"Of course we'll help..."
"You can borrow these weapons," Stone Mama said.
Two months had passed, and Stone Mama had recovered somewhat, enough to use five percent of full strength. Five percent might sound insignificant, but it was still the might of a Black Tortoise, more than enough to crush these villagers.
As for the weapons, they were all scrap metal Old Zhang had forged in his spare time, but they were still at least ten or a hundred times better than the crude goods the villagers had.
Guo Dazhu examined the runes on the weapons, his eyes lighting up. "These are excellent! They're on par with divine weapons. Is Mr. Zhang also skilled at forging?"
"How many of these weapons are there?"
Old Zhang was a miser who could not bear to use good materials. After all, among the Macrosteel People's craftsmen were far too many artisans who had devoted their entire lives to forging. How could he compare with them?