After dozens of breaths, the battle ended. Around hundreds of meters, the arrows inserted on the ground were still trembling, the sacred flames were still burning flesh and blood, and the deep pits of different sizes were filled with some flesh and blood.

The horses were neighing. If the coachmen had not been extremely experienced in comforting the horses, they would have probably been frightened and fled in all directions.

"Go! Let them cut off the complete head and send it to me." The wizard narrowed his eyes and kept observing the situation around him through the scarlet crow.

Although the crow could not detect the person who used strange means to hide his body, he could smell some blood.

If those people have wounds or are stained with blood, the scarlet-eyed crow can still find them.

"Sir, I don't think this is the case!" Sister Frozen blinked and said helplessly: "They are all dead, and the messenger behind them must be the Earl of Rose Flower. I think the church will handle the matter of Earl of Rose Flower."

"Okay, there's no need to say so much to me." The wizard snorted: "Let you cut your head, and you go."

"And to be honest, if the people in your church really do get the Earl of Rose, then these people will not attack us."

"Maybe it has been done, but because of the distance, the information has not been transmitted." Sister Frozen was not in a good mood. In the dark, she already knew that the negotiations between the church and Earl of Rape Flower had broken down.

"A group of assassinators come to attack us. Can you be sure they don't have magic or arcane communication tools? I'm not a fool, you're not a brainless person. Do you have to explain clearly what you know clearly?"

The wizard suppressed the anger in his heart and repeatedly warned himself to keep calm and not get angry easily.

"Send another message to let the people in the Red River Valley kill the donkey."

"Don't have any rude thoughts. This time they are careless and all the people sent are low-level professions. But when a high-level profession appears next time, all of us will be done."

Sister Frose was silent for a while, finally sighed, turned around and jumped out of the carriage and did things as the wizard told him.

Just as Sister Frozen was busy as the wizard told him, the wizard stroked the bone scepter in his hand, thinking about how to deal with the Count of Radish Flowers.

In fact, the wizard knew very well that the Earl of Rose Flower dealt with him like this not only because he took action against the other party’s nephew, but more importantly, the Earl of Rose Flower dealt with him like this after being pressured by the imperial royal family.

What the wizard has to face is not actually an earl, but the entire empire.

It was dawn and the convoy did not stop to rest and eat, but continued to move towards the Red River Valley. At noon, the wizard heard the huge roar of machinery and the sound of workers shouting horns and working.

"The donkey has been killed, and the Earl of Luohua has not sent anyone to cause trouble for us yet."

"The church sent a high-level monk here. There was that monk in charge, and no one could break into this place."

"And I just got the news that the negotiation between Count Rose and our church has been reached. From now on, Count Rose will no longer attack us." As I said this, a strange light flashed in Sister Frose's eyes.

"That's the best." The wizard didn't know what the light in Sister Frozen's eyes represented, but he knew that he might really not have to worry about the Count of Luohua sending someone to attack his construction team in the future.

Sister Frose did not actually tell the wizard that the Count of Radish was slaughtered by Rongdian Church and dozens of noble forces of different sizes when dawn was about to dawn.

The reason why the Earl of Rape Flower was killed is also funny: "Some slave merchants who made money in the Red River Valley did things spontaneously because of the death of workers and worried that the project would be forced to stop. Of course, the Rongdian Church was attacked again and thus spreading trouble because of the attack on the members of the Rongdian Church."

The wizard did not ask about the specific situation in detail, and was too lazy to ask in detail. All he wanted was the result.

"The donkey was not killed." The wizard leaned against the carriage and relaxed and laughed softly, "The donkey was taken away."

"How could that happen?" Sister Frose was leaning against the soft pillow. After hearing the wizard's words, she suddenly sat up straight, stared at the wizard tightly and said, "This is impossible! The one who took action to kill the donkey was a monk from our church."

"Maybe the donkey was taken away for various reasons before your people passed by. In order to avoid trouble, the person who was watching the donkey found another donkey instead."

The wizard said this entirely because he could still feel the curse he had laid. The donkey, as the carrier of the curse, was leaving the Kulun Empire and moving towards the neighboring enemy country, Silla.

"I know what to do." Frose took a deep breath and said softly: "I also sent someone to catch up with the donkey."

"Yeah, I hope you don't let me down." He looked at Sister Frose deeply. The wizard closed his eyes and stopped saying anything.

Sister Frose seemed a little embarrassed because of the wizard's words. She felt as if she had suffered a great grievance.

However, although she felt wronged, she would not reveal it in front of the wizard. Instead, she was deliberately suppressing it.

Everything that happened in just a few dozen days made Sister Frose completely realize that the wizard in front of her was not the man she longed for.

Back in the Red River Valley, it seemed that workers had never died on the bustling construction site.

Workers of all identities are still working hard. In just a few days of work, they have long been accustomed to the intensity of work here and the working conditions here.

Of course, a large part of the reason for all this is that there are many slave engineering teams here. And those who died in the previous few times were also from the slave engineering team.

Three days and nights passed, and the changes in the Red River Valley brought a bright feeling to the wizard.

The huge rocks scattered throughout the valley were transported outside the mountain by monks and nuns of Rong Temple Church according to the instructions in the drawings.

Some of the huge rocks left behind were also polished by huge machinery and workers, ready to be used to build surface buildings.
Chapter completed!