"Is it ready?" Kyle asked, looking over from one of the taller buildings, narrowing his eyes but sadly his eyes weren't that sharp to see exactly if he was on top of where he should be.
Kyle was one of the archers recruited from the then-Fargo Village.
He was also holding controllers in both his hands, so he couldn't exactly look at the scope.
"Hmmn, 20 meters more. Go to the left," he said. "There, ah wind, go left 5 meters more."
They were determining which areas to target, and the wind wasn't exactly working in their favor.
Also, cannons generally did not work as well due to the level 45-50 guarding each trebuchet. Even if they hit it accurately and even if they got several cannons to target it, if the enemy just used a wind wall or something, then a lot of that artillery would be wasted.
Unlike the trebuchets' rocks, which could be made endlessly by earth users, theirs was the more classic metallic kind, which was a finite resource.
