Above the gates, many swallowed their saliva hard, stretching their anxious necks like chickens.
"I see nothing. No movements yet."
No invader would camp in a place that could be seen from the city walls. The enemy camp hid behind a small hill to the left.
Timothy strutted back and forth on the walls, mining from one point to another in hopes of getting a good glimpse at the hill's horizon. And soon, there was movement.
"Look! Look! Look!... the mighty metal carriages are moving again!"
"What's that? The carriages are pulling the giant bow and arrows too!"
What? Are they planning to attack them?
They didn't have enough firepower to keep defending the city anymore.
At least during this time when the strangers attacked their original enemies, they hastily sent for all blacksmiths to find a solution for the city gates that had massive holes in them.
"Your majesty, what are your orders?"
