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.