Weed’s Trebuchet
Durability 130/130.
Max Destructive Power 26.
Range 37.
Fire Rate 3.
Accuracy Rate 3.
A basic trebuchet made by a versatile craftsman.
It was made with overwhelming skill considering it was the first he had created, but the wood which plays a central role and must maintain the balance is of weak quality.
Because the accuracy rate is low, it is doubtful whether it can land a concentrated blow on the walls. It seems immense force will be necessary in order to use it.
Restriction:
Requires a massive labor force.
Options:
Low accuracy.
Almost no chance of an accident happening.
– Blacksmith skill proficiency has increased.
Considering it was his first, it wasn’t a bad siege weapon.
“For now, I have to increase the numbers.”
Weed produced 10 trebuchets.
Since he was making them all for the first time, it was impossible to predict their performance. He normally underwent multiple runs of trial and error while improving, but everything was a first.
The alliance tribesmen approached.
“It’s an extremely large weapon. Are you giving it to us?”
Weed gave them a thumbs up. “Yep. I made it for you. You’ll be able to destroy the fortress with it too.”
“You’re the best.”
“As long as you’ve got this, you’ll be unbeatable. You must definitely win.”
“Thanks, brother!”
All Weed made were stone firing trebuchets, ladders, and ropes that could be hung on the walls by throwing hooks!
The trebuchets’ quality wasn’t verified, and they didn’t even undergo a test launch.
Weed dumped the items he did not dare to use for the alliance tribesmen, whose weapons and armor had been mostly touched up while getting near the Embinyu Church’s fortress.
Weed called Yellowy. “Come here.”
“……”
Yellowy took a step back.
“Hurry up and come.”
“Tell what you’re calling me for, Master.”
“I’m just trying to give you a pat.”
“But why is Master holding a rope?” Yellowy’s eyes were filled with suspicion.
“Why the rope? Can I not just be holding it? Come here for now. Just come.”
“This doesn’t feel right. I would like to refuse.”
“It’s nothing. I get it, so just come.”
Yellowy approached very cautiously. Weed gently stroked his neck a few times and then wrapped his neck and torso with the rope like a flash of lightning.
MOOOOOO!
The sorrowfully bellowing Yellowy!
“Master, why are you doing this? What have I done wrong…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you. There are luggages, so shouldn’t you move it?”
Yellowy’s fate had already been determined ever since the trebuchets were made.
Bingryong and the Phoenixes had very little pity in their gazes.
‘Lucky it’s not me.’
‘It’s fine as long as it’s not me.’
After finishing a hearty meal Weed had cooked from their prey, they marched to the Embinyu Church’s fortress.
* * *
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the fortress of the Embinyu Church, drums sounded to announce an emergency. Dark Knights, Priests, and Archers were deployed to the walls as they swiftly prepared for battle.
By the time Weed, Yellowy, and the alliance tribesmen drew near as they pushed the trebuchets together, Embinyu Church’s troops were on the fort walls in full force. The trebuchets were so heavy, their movement was slow despite having put wheels on them.
To make matters worse, there was black smoke rising from the spires of the fortress.
The alliance tribesmen pointed at the smoke.
“Seems like they’re roasting meat.”
“Looks like they’re gonna eat something tasty.”
An ignorant response to the smoke!
Weed’s face hardened.
‘They’re making the smoke to tell their surroundings that they’re under attack. It’s an emergency communication to summon their allies.’
It was a signal fire informing the start of a the war! The savages in the River of Lamentation basin who saw the signal would summon Warriors to subjugate Weed and the three tribes.They would have to fight the Barbarian reinforcements at the Embinyu Church’s fortress.
Weed swallowed his saliva with a gulp.
It wasn’t something he hadn’t expected, but it was definitely tough.
“We’ll have to attack before the reinforcements arrive.”
Weed yelled at alliance tribesmen who had moved the trebuchets and were briefly resting.
“Load trebuchet!”
100 Vejague Tribe Warriors dragged the trebuchet and lowered the pouch. Then, after lifting a boulder into the pouch, they fired it.
Wooosh!