Chapter 86: No Swords Drawn Here
The ropes creaked, winding around the capstan.
The trebuchet was adjusting its aim when an undying Two-Headed Person picked up a huge rock and placed it on top.
"Can a person sit on top and then charge over?"
One had to admit they always had bizarre ideas in their minds.
Trebuchets were not part of the plan for this attack; this was neither a siege nor a large-scale battle involving numerous troops. Firing a cannon at mosquitos was, after all, ridiculous and brainless in any world. To be frank, it was their own side that had more troops, making them suitable targets for cannon fire.
But if it were an undying person with an extra brain, that made sense.
Regardless, how could one fight a war without trebuchets? It was all about the sense of ceremony.
"Catch up!" The ground in front rumbled as it was heavily trampled, and some Undead began to shout, trying to halt the combat.