After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1205

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The trip from Voumi to Inko was actually quite troublesome. They encountered a small mob of town-level monsters which took them a bit to handle.

They arrived in Inko about half a day later, and they were shocked to see they still needed reinforcements. "As expected, they're really hard stubble," they heard some Voumi folks say.

"I heard a few other villages sent hundreds of people too, one sent more than a thousand."

"So much?" "Why didn't we just attack the other villages? Why this one?"

After all, this was a troublesome satellite. It was far easier—and, theoretically, more fruitful—to just take over the weaker villages which also had elementalists.

"You mean other than the fact that our Lord is vindictive and wanted his revenge?"

This was actually the main reason for the questionable decision to target a strong territory. However, there were also plenty of advantages so the proposal still went through.

"This territory's resources can't be compared to other villages," one said. "For one, the elementalists in other territories yet required a lot of training, this one had them trained already. While troublesome in wars, if we played our cards right then we will receive thousands of good crop.

"I heard they even have goblins!"

"That was true!? No way?"

"It is," another said, nodding. "It's unbelievable but it just makes sense to attack them."

"Many of the territories joining us are also eyeing a lot of their products—like the food, the fabric, and some technology that leaked out. Some allies even agreed not to receive elementalists as long as they got huge stocks of the items from there."

"AH, yes, those sauces! I heard our people who went there to buy were also taken in—suspected as spies!"

Granted, those people didn't have innocent motives when they went to Limestone Valley, but still!

Interestingly, even the Voumi escorts next to them nodded, apparently having access—at some point—to some of the products of this 'Limestone Valley'.

They couldn't enter the arrays, but they did their best at this job because they had a taste of the products and wanted to get more of it.

Sarah and the others felt complicated but they also felt relieved and amazed that there was a territory out there that would require a town and several villages to work together to take them down.

They heaved deep breaths as they entered the array, just hoping for the best.

A part of them was even praying—hoping—that they would fail.

…

Limestone Valley, Present.

BANG!

SLAM!

BOOM!

At some point, the Victor-Gurnam battle created a vacuum, clearing a certain area of the easement with just the two of them exchanging fiery blows.

They were fairly evenly matched, especially since Victor was tired after fighting non-stop for half a day before this.

As the two fire users exchanged blows, the Inko people defended themselves, hid behind their slaves, and ordered them around at the same time.

They were not elementalists. They did not want to be accidentally hit by an attack—everyone knew that attacks from elementalists degrade defense much faster than normal attacks! Not everyone could afford Class D Equipment!

"Yes! Kill them! Slaves! Kill them!" some of the aborigines screamed, their pitches annoyingly high in their excitement. This was in stark contrast to the expression of the slaves, who were all apologetic or outright sobbing.

In response, many of the local's had pauses in their attacks which ultimately made openings that would injure them

Anyway, the Inko side was taking advantage of the fact that some of the enemies couldn't bear to make lethal shots to their own slaves!

It was especially tragic when an Inko slave went against a local civilian—who had also been fighting for hours—and had the extra disadvantage of being low-leveled and less trained.

The fight's outcome easily favored the Inko Terrans, and aborigines felt extreme satisfaction when their elementalists beat the enemy's, particularly when their slave apologized all while slashing down to kill.

"KILL! KILL!" they yelled. "Kill them all—"

Whoosh!

Splack!

Whoosh!

His voice was cut off when several arrows—from different directions—ended up on him. In an instant, there was an arrow on his neck, his mouth, and his eyes.