The sun slowly set behind the hill. The town of Moramatch was aglow with red rays from the sunset. Anfey and his legion had successfully scared away Shansa Empire’s cavalry. Besides some collapsed houses, they did not lose anything else. They deserved to be happy about it. Christian and his companions, Black Eleven and his subordinates, and hired mercenaries all looked happy and excited. They chatted and laughed in groups. Dwarves and gnomes worked hard on the underground tunnel project. Anfey commanded them to finish the project before dawn the next day. They had to make the main tunnel entrance higher and wider to allow horses to come in. If they could not finish the project in time, they would be punished. Of course, to encourage them, Anfey had raised their wages to ten times higher than normal.