Chapter 47

The walls were surrounded. Hundreds of armed soldiers were encamped infront of each of the towns exits. Occasionally a barrage of arrows would fly out from behind the walls or a barrage of arrows from beyond the wall would pass over landing in the town. Fortunately for Vincent he was far from the fighting.

Vincent was made to logistically aid the town town. Lord Cyrus said no citizen in the town is exempt from aiding the war effort and that included Vincent who was now carrying supplies. He was holding multiple full quivers, each quiver holding around 20 arrows. Once he got close enough to the wall a solider from the milita would come to take the quivers. Vincent would stay a safe distance from the wall so thay no stray arrow would hit him.

To Vincent's suprise the siege was almost peaceful with little to no fighting. both sides seemed to lack the numbers and firepower to either attempt a break in or push away the besiegers. Another ting that suprised Vincent was that some of the milita men knew magic yet still used spesrs or arrows instead. During one of the breaks he had he asked one of the low ranking militia comanders about it.

Militia Comander: "Think of it like this. a man can fight with his fists, but unless has some extreme skills in unarmed combat he'd be better of with a wepon. He'd have a higher chance of returning home alive thanks to that. Theres a difference between being able to use magic and being good at it."

Vincent: "So they would have better ods as a avrage archer or spearman than as a unskilled mage?"

Milita Comander: "More or less."

The next few days passed with Vincent carrying water and food supplied ftom place to place. He once helped put out a fire. And he carried weapons and ammo from one part of the town to the other more times than he could count. Yet today was different from all other days until now. Vincent was transpiring some damaged armours from the wall to one of the local blacksmiths yet hw heard shouting from behind him. Vincent turned arouns only to sea a large rock almost half as large as his whole body. But gravity did its thing and the rock was fell.

*BAM!!!*

The rock hit the wall worh emanse force. Shouts started to insue, but Vincent had a job to do thus instead of staying to watch he continued on his way towards the blacksmith.

By evening rumors have spread throughput the town. Seems like a catapult has been built near one of the town gates. Unfortunately for the besiegers the catapult was rather small and its construction was less than optimal. So most its projectiles missed the gate despite it clearly being built to be aimed at the gate. Its power was aslo lacking so many of its rounds wouldn't reach the towns walls and the few projetiles that did had very little momentum left to deal damage with. Still each rock was big and heavy wich let it deal some damage even with low momentum.

The next morning Vincent had to return to that gate. This time he and a few others were transporting carts full of flammable materials. These materials would soon be used by the milita to make flaming arrows. On his way he saw another rock hutled up into the sky yet before it could slam down onto the wall a pink barrier apeared infront of it. The barrier cracked yet still kept intact meanwhile the rock slowly tumbled down like a pebble rolling down of a sloped surface. One of the teenagers near Vincent gasped while another one of the adults said.

Adult: "Thats Martin Melzar! He's Lord Cytus's personal guard! He must of been deployed here to counter the catapult, maybe even Lord Cyrus himself is here!"

At the top of the wall Vincent could see a sharp nosed old man with long hair all, aswell as a very long and messy white beard. He was waving his arms and the barrier was to repaiting itself. The men on the wall burst into chears and Vincent began to smile. But the chears soon eneded when a sudden ball of fire smashed into the barrier almmost scattering it in one hit. Than a second later another rock smashed into the barrier shattering it into peices. Vincent frowned as he said.

Vincent: "Its clear they have thier own Melzar."

Vincent was more correct than he thought as the enemy in question was a elemental mage who happned to be a distant cousin of Martin. The two men began castig spells over the wall with one defending and occasionally counter attacking as the other attacked and occasionally defended. It looked like martin had the upper hand but the catapult continued to pressure him and forced hom to split his efforts. The archers from boths sides would also occasionally step in shooting arrows at vital moments.

While Vincent wanted to stay and watch he had a job to do and thus he soon had to leave.

In rhe Afternoon he was called to the town hall. Lord Cyrus told him to prepare himself as tomorrow during the night Vincent would be sent to the capital.

In the evening Vincent struggled to fall asleep. To make things worse some buildings nearby cought fire and so he had to help put it out.

It wad already late at night when Vincent managed to atlast find his way to the land of slumber.

In Vincent dreem he hovered abouve a rabbit that was bing chased by wolves. The rabbit almost got away but than a wolve poped up from Infront. Vincent woke up before he could find out if the rabbit managed to escape or not.

Vincent eventually got up in the morning. Today will be his last day here before he begins his journey back to the capital.