A Siege
-Chapter 3- Nocte sat in the front of the camp looking at the Capital of the kingdom of Kale’s, Kale. The walls were quite big and Nocte sipped the warm drink that was made for the troops. It tastes like tea, Nocte thought. Looking at the top of the walls he saw the spearmen up their clearly their food stocks ran out practically on the first night as they looked partially thin and they had only been here for a half a week, granted Nocte did poison their water with the blood of their fallen soldiers and moral was definitely low after the m******e he did. Though his test had succeeded he learned that magic and gun technology was not compatible as it put too much strain on the weapon. I need to find a way to limit that strain. When I was shown those magic muskets they were practically torn
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