Rolf took a large gulp of beer, letting the bitter foam explode in his mouth. A smug look spread across his face.
"Kira, Black Stone Port was lost because they were caught unprepared, like having their throats slit in their beds. But it's different here. We've long since sharpened our blades. This is a meat grinder. If those monstrous birds truly dare to come, I'll show them the meaning of a one-way trip."
He was very confident.
This wasn't just blind confidence, but a judgment based on the laws of physics. In the logic of traditional warfare, a fortress with a geographical advantage, heavy fire coverage, targeted Magic defenses, and ample supplies was invincible.
"My lord, listen."
Just as Rolf was about to tell his adjutant another story about how his ancestors had shot a Beastman chieftain from this very wall, Kira suddenly interrupted him, her voice trembling slightly.
"What is it?" Rolf frowned, a little displeased.
