I should tell Lord Garka to deploy our new weapons unit. The musketeer regiment, trained with those flintlock muskets, enchanted for accuracy and range, perhaps this unit can match these Armand shitty weapons.
Just you wait. Once Lord Garka hears about this…
Several captains rushed toward him, escorted by guards.
"General!" They saluted sharply.
"Inside. All of you. We're changing plans."
"Yes, General!"
Meanwhile, in the northern Tybalt border.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
A volley of magic arrows streaked toward the transport drones, only to be picked off mid-air by precise mana rifle fire from Javier's knights hovering above.
"Captain! Our arrows can't touch them!"
The captain snarled. "Ready the cannon!"
"Yes, sir!"
They loaded the cannon.
