After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 738

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At this time, the enemy’s leading team was waiting not too far away. "There’s no news yet, milord," Piko said to his master, though internally he was already a little shaken.

It had already been more than an hour, but no progress had been made.

This had never happened before.

They had a multilayer plan for this territory, which was already a lot more than what they usually prepared. After all, they had seen a good part of its strength and they didn’t underestimate it.

At least, that was what they thought.

For the first part of the plan, there was Treck’s team who would cause some disturbance. First was to cause chaos while—in Alterra’s case—also determining who the lord was.

In the midst chaos, the lord would be the most guarded. Even if he tried to hide himself, his fear for his own life would make his identity obvious in the end.

After all, why else would the Lord hide his identity so tightly? Wasn’t it just to protect himself?

They would also attempt to entice the power-hungry people by telling them of the Lord Token’s detachment from the lord’s body during the war.

This was a taboo, actually, but Guia never cared for that—as long as they could usurp the lord even before the war began, then they’d consider it a win.

Historically, this often succeeded with varying effects, depending on how much power the other parties had. This place had so many Elders and the power was distributed so much. They had believed that it could succeed.

They had sent papyrus letters to all the elders except the person who was likely the lord—Mathilda. In the letters were information about the token’s detachment, and the fact that whoever held it by the end of the war would become the new lord.

They did so right after the war announcement, but there had been no movement at all!

Was it just because they didn’t know who the lord was?

Normally, people could just kill every other elder during the war right?

They also planted seeds of chaos by announcing the rules were null during wars, seeing as most of the citizens hadn’t known at the time. The people were worried for the territory but they were certain a few people had seriously thought of taking advantage.

But obviously, now that the war was ongoing, no one seemed to have taken the bait—or at least no one succeeded in causing any effect—and Treck got imprisoned so early for naught.

Speaking of Treck, the rules and regulations of the place were much more stringent than he had anticipated. Even attempts for hostile violence were to be sent to prison, and Baltimore had no choice but to tell the others to lay low.

Although their overall level was higher, the gap was narrowed because of the level limitations, and he couldn’t lose the insiders even before the war happened.

Not to mention, there was an extremely high amount of elementalists there for some reason.

Speaking of that, when they took over—or at least win—they would get hundreds of elementalists as slaves. When he did so, he swore to get to the bottom of it.

Maybe those experts and intellectuals back in the master city would be interested in these… subjects.