After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1302

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Back in the Northeast sector of the wall, another battle had commenced. Not including the common fighters and the slaves, there were hundreds of level 20s here—mostly mercenaries and a few elementalists—so the Alterran elites like Gill and the others had their hands full with at least two enemies each.

It was a proper battle royale again, with weapons and elements flying about on the ground, and arrows flying down from above. However, the arrows in Alterra's side soon became limited to the sentries and the ballista bolts shielded with metallic roofs.

This was because the enemy started raining down arrows on the battlements again.

Killic, when he went to replenish potions before the bombing, ordered the archers to resume their arrow rain.

They stopped before because they thought they'd enter soon. How could their people safely get through the wall if there were arrows raining on the battlement?

Now that it was clear they had to clear these obstacles first, they no longer had qualms in showering arrows over the battlements anymore. Still, even if most of Alterra's archers had to go in hiding, it wasn't like the sentries or the ballista bolts weren't serious trouble by themselves.

They still shot incessantly, injuring—or distracting, at least—a few enemies every couple of seconds.

"Use the C Formation!" Garan yelled while his battle was ongoing and the others followed.

The C formation was done when they had their backs covered (by the walls, this time), and they had to constantly change from attacking to defensive positions at the front.

The injection of dozens of people from Pol's team, as well as the hundred mercenaries' all-out attack, temporarily pushed the Alterrans on the defensive. However, they knew that as long as they prolonged the battle a bit, the tide would turn in their direction, so there was no need for needless sacrifice.

Slow and steady, this was what this order was.

Even if Garan wanted this fight to end as soon as possible, letting his men get injured by doing an all-out attack—when it wasn't necessary—was not the way to do so.

After yelling out a few more orders—specifically prohibiting them from going to him, considering how stretched thin they were—Garan stepped back, barely avoiding a blade that aimed to make a deep gash on his face.

"You're really arrogant to still be bellowing orders while going against me."

Garan narrowed his eyes as he countered with a skillful set of attacks, though the other man made up for his less sophisticated techniques with his higher level.

Before, Killic didn't really attack as much because his plan was to cause chaos inside the walls, not get consumed outside. But now that he was pushed to do his best, Garan was definitely feeling the pressure.

He was now going against both Killic and Pol—two team leads—and since they teamed up against him some minutes ago, Garan had already consumed most of his mana and a protection charm, which was quite dangerous.

Unfortunately, he couldn't assign a helper among Gill and the others because the rest of the enemies weren't weak either. All of them were needed where they were now, so—until reinforcement arrived—he'd have to deal with these two by himself somehow.

Garan attempted to create a zone of ice again, at least to weaken the enemies in some way, but Pol consistently burned his own mana to melt most of what Garan created.

While the fire user couldn't completely melt Garan's ice at all, Garan couldn't afford to consume too much mana to recover his field each time, either.