After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 769

While Alterra’s war had ended, Vismont’s was also at its end… it was just that victory didn’t lean their way.

Matthew swung his sword, swiping at an enemy or two, but they shot back at him with equal fervor, injuring him. He was filled with grime and blood, stabbing those who had been trying to get inside the walls—and to be honest, it felt endless. They were swarming in like fire ants.

"KILL!" he ordered, slashing continuously even when his arms felt like it was about to give way. For the next half an hour, he and the remaining guards tried to kill the enemies coming in, but there were too many.

He knew war would come to them eventually, but it was hard to believe they were losing so badly.

They were currently going against Shrao Village, a territory from the West.

These people fought like they had nothing to lose.

On the other hand, Matthew and the others had everything to lose.

Unfortunately, that last enemy did land inside their walls, indicating the technical end of the war.

[Your Village, Vismont Village (Lv3) has been defeated by Shrao Village (Lv3).]

Matthew felt his head was ringing, his pupils constricted as he watched the enemies celebrate in front of him.

"We won, we won!"

The enemies cried, outright sobbing. In contrast, many of the locals froze, a lot of them seeing the slavery announcements in front of them.

The enemy lord—Shiro—smiled widely as he looked at his people. "WE WON!" he repeated. "Go get our people!"

"Yes sir!" they yelled, many heading back to the arrays. Although Shrao had already won, the arrays were still open for the entire maximum duration of the war.

He then looked at the rest of the team. "Don’t be complacent! The rules are still null!"

"Yes, milord!"

Matthew’s eyebrows narrowed.

Why are they staying?

Normally, once a territory had won, they would leave with their winnings.

According to the aborigine hires, most attackers should be going out as soon as they won lest they risked a lot more deaths, especially since it was very rare for the lord to be on the front line himself, so people didn’t usually spend their remaining strength looking for the token.

Looking at this situation, he felt even more unsettled, and he looked around, looking for an escape route. However, he realized there were enemies everywhere and he was left wondering if he could get out of this situation that just kept worsening as time went on.

He looked at his people who were all gravely injured, and then at the enemy forces who were even more bloodied due to the sentries. Their average strength was at level 9 or 10, which was superior to them but not by too much, considering that this was their home ground.

The main reason why Vismont lost was because these people pushed through, regardless of their injuries.

Their tenacity was… insane.

He looked at the lord who led people like this.

It was a handsome man with ash-blonde hair, not much older than he was in appearance. He was just within the level cap as well. He was a rare aborigine lord who led the attack himself, igniting fire under his people, and making sure they kept fighting, all while leading by example.