But after decades of continuous expansion and reinforcement.
It became the hardest nail of Raymond Duchy in this Barbaric Land.
The walls built around the garrison towered at thirty meters, its surface covered with sharp metal spikes and energy conduction patterns.
Every hundred meters, a bastion protrudes out, mounted with Magic Crystal Cannons of staggering caliber, its deep blue Energy Core slowly spinning deep in the barrel, like the heart of a sleeping Giant Beast.
On the walls are soldiers clad in standard Alchemy Armor.
Their armor joints embedded with mini weight reduction Arrays, but their steps are as heavy as iron, stamping out clanging sounds on the ground as they patrol, beneath their heavy helmets only expose cold, vigilant eyes that sweep over the wilderness outside the Highlands from above.
On the highest lookout tower of the central main fortress, a particularly tall and burly human figure stands like a sculpture beside the railing.
