The construction of the church had resumed, and after assigning a few low-ranked mages to help with the construction, the construction speed increased rapidly. The main body of the church was clearly displayed to the people of the territory. The grandeur of the church had far exceeded their imagination. Only the Imperial Guards who came from Xiliath City would not stare blankly like country bumpkins when they saw the church.
However, they were slightly taken aback by the fact that this building was comparable to the Sisyphean Palace. At the same time, many of them had doubts in their hearts. Why did Sir Liege build such a huge and majestic church?
Bishop Becky wasn't puzzled by this question. She strolled between the church and Fort Pombo, spreading the gospel of the God of Light to the civilians and soldiers and calming them down.
But recently, Bishop Becky was a little worried about the scar on her arm. Because since the last time she saw the scar shrink, she noticed that the scar on her arm was changing from time to time when she observed it a few times.
Sometimes it grew bigger, and sometimes it shrunk. Bishop Becky was a little surprised. She had never seen such a strange change since she had this scar. What did this mean?
She wasn't sure.
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During this period of time, although the Undead's attack stopped merchants from coming to Oditore for trade, Oditore became the only place where merchants could trade with Sirius due to the Teleportation Circle's full operation and the fact that Sirius had sealed off the entire area, Oditore became the only place where merchants could trade with Sirius!
Unknowingly, Oditore had become a hot territory!
Using an analogy, when the Sirius Grand Theater reduced the number of ticket outlets from ten to five, the number of people at each ticket outlet would definitely increase. But if all the ticket outlets were suddenly closed one day, the only option left for the people was to go to the entrance of the theater to buy tickets. The flow of people would definitely be concentrated at this one place!
The situation that Oditore faced was exactly the same. All of a sudden, the people of Xiliath had no choice but to turn to the "Oditore Office" that the Quel Merchant Group was in charge of!
And the population of the Royal City exceeded a million!
What kind of concept was that?
If he could understand the current situation, the image that popped up in his mind … would be the scene of the Pacific War where the naval cannons that were used to attack all the enemy positions on a mountain suddenly aimed at a small bunker and bombarded it repeatedly.
The crazy amount of trade and transactions made the entire territory's business and operations reach a state of saturation!
There was even an auction in the Royal City of Xiliath to get a place to trade with Oditore!
It was just an insignificant war, but it made Oditore's economy grow exponentially. It was to the point that Oditore needed funds to purchase mana crystals. Because the mana consumption of the Teleportation Array was too high, coupled with the Gaugass Trolls' "Mana Crystal Feast" from time to time, the Trolls' mana reserves were somewhat strained.
Because of the powerful bombardment of the mages, the defending army and the troll warriors were basically idle. Thus, a large number of hunting teams were sent into the forest to hunt for magic crystals. With the help of the advanced giant crossbows, the efficiency of hunting greatly increased. The citizens also gradually calmed down from the fear of war, and they began to trade and work as normal as they usually did.
It seemed that apart from the mages' activities from time to time, the whole territory had entered a strange state between war and peace. When the undead attacked, the whole territory was locked down and defended. After they were repelled, the city gates were opened, and everything went on as usual.
Oditore was one of the few cities in the Empire where economic development did not stop because of the war.
However, the disappearance of the feudal lord also caused the outside world to speculate. Among them, Victoria Count of Sibor sent a letter and used the teleportation circle to send a large amount of iron ore to Oditore. This also caused the outside world to have different opinions about the relationship between the Count and the baron. Of course, the main event was usually at the end. In less than a week, the second batch of 'Tyk15' to support Oditore arrived through the teleportation circle. At the same time, there was also a handwritten letter from Flora.
The entire Noble Parliament became a place of gossip. Although there was a war going on outside, it did not stop this group of useless nobles from discussing the 'tit for tat' between the princess and the Count.
However, the barons, who were at the heart of the struggle, did not show up. This made the matter even more mysterious.
What was the actual situation?
Hiknitz watched as countless precious iron ores and armaments were sent to Oditore for free. The corners of his mouth almost reached his ears. Meanwhile, Madam Vasaki took two letters. She curled her lips and threw them on Oditore's empty desk. She snorted coldly, twisted her snake waist and said something in the abyssal language before turning around and leaving.
Oditore, who was at the center of the storm, was now limping in the forest. He was chatting slowly with a guy who was five or six times bigger than him.
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"Buzz!"
A strange buzzing sound cut through the air. A beautiful white flower suddenly bloomed in the dark night sky. At the same time, it also illuminated the entire area.
Carolina had already turned around. She looked at the dozen figures that were running towards her from afar. She stretched out her hand and pointed. At the same time, a silent wave spread out. The wyverns that were crouching on the ground were like obedient soldiers. They immediately turned their triangular heads and rushed towards the black figures!
Caucasian Trolls!
Carolina did not understand why she always encountered such troublesome creatures. But now, she had to face a group of powerful monsters whose strength was above grade eight.
Even under the illumination spell, their red eyes were like pairs of red lanterns that radiated bloody light. Their movements were no different from that of wild beasts. They all ran on all fours at an incredible speed. Facing the wyverns that were rushing towards them, the Caucasian Trolls suddenly leaped up and wanted to leap over the wyverns' heads!
Facing the high and mighty Caucasian Trolls, although the wyverns tried their best, they could not stop them. Only the wyvern leader with wings reacted and kept up with the Caucasian Trolls' rhythm. It suddenly spread its wings and leaped upwards, blocking two or three trolls. But despite its desperate efforts, it was still knocked over by the huge troll!
Power!
The difference in power!
The wyverns would unconditionally carry out the orders of the superior dragons. This was an inheritance in their bloodline that could not be disobeyed. But the size of the wyvern could not make up for the difference in power. Facing three Caucasian Trolls that were charging at them like meteors, even the insufferably arrogant leader of the wyverns was defeated!