The shooting ports in the tower kept flickering with firelight.
That's the Texas Wolf Race shooting at the enemies with crossbows and firearms.
Occasionally, an expedition army member climbing on the mountainside would be hit critically by a bullet, screaming as they fell into the abyss.
With a loud bang, a lonely tower standing on the city wall accurately hit the enemy's artillery position in the mountains with its shells, causing a series of explosions.
The ground shook, and Furinjira felt completely deaf, her head buzzing.
"These damned pups, what a noise they make."
Furinjira rubbed her ears and casually conjured a Blood Spear spell, aiming at the wolf race trying to cut off the chains of the drawbridge that still connected the city gate to the mountain path, pinning them to the ground.
The enemies were increasing in number.
