The sound of clashing steel echoed across the battlefield. Just as the fighting reached its peak, a young, brilliant officer appeared. He directed his men to pour a massive barrel of dog blood over the edge of the wall.
"Argh!"
A Pill Slave was in the middle of scaling the wall when his foot slipped; he tumbled heavily to the ground. The fall itself would not have been fatal, but a sharp blade had been planted in the earth below, and it pierced his body instantly.
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