After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 892

Did a town nearby fall due to the tragedy so stronger refugees were fighting outside?

No, even a town would not have elementalists running around like this—not unless all their elementalists grouped together and abandoned everyone else.

Bumi watched as the younger girl jumped up bravely over the monsters head, raising her sword, and stabbing it straight to the eye.

He felt his heart beat loudly in admiration. "So strong…" he said, his voice raspy from the dryness but laced with admiration.

Grandma smiled at this, while the rest of their group could only gape.

Shinho and his group watched as the dozen or so monsters were dealt with bravely, with them not having to move at all. In fact, the newcomers were even protecting their small and weakened group!

It was too difficult to comprehend, so they could only gape.

Even Shinho was prepared to fight the monsters but he was too surprised. The monsters weren’t even that weak, but these people could handle them one-to-one. If he entered the fight, he might even affect their momentum.

In any case, the beasts fell one by one, and each one dying added life to their hearts and bodies.

At this point, everyone was convinced and willing to be taken away. Even if these people happened to be slave drivers, it was still better!

They saved their lives after all, even if as slaves, it was likely there was still some value found in their lives.

Soon, the mob was cleared, with their leader and the dark-skinned woman approaching them again.

"Are you alright?" he asked, and they felt kindness in the question.

Without the terrified and suspicious eyes they had before, they realized that these people were really concerned for them.

The shift was a bit hard to swallow.

"Ah, yes," Shinho said after a while, trying to gather himself, though to no avail. People who could stand up did so and approached them, and they were met with a barrage of questions like ’where is the territory’, ’is it a town’, et cetera.

However, the inquisitive atmosphere died down when someone fell down in the middle of the crowd.

The woman beside him yelled, dropping to her knees, and immediately began to shake him. "SON! Son!"

She lifted her head to look at the people around her. "PLEASE HELP! SOMEONE!" The woman cried, feeling her son’s body turning cold.

The others also looked on in concern, but none of them knew how to handle it, and even if they did they wouldn’t have had the resources to fix it.

The woman knew this of course, but how could she just accept it? "PLEASE!" she screamed so loudly she coughed up blood, obviously damaging her dried throat. "PLEASE HELP MY SON!"

Just when they finally found some hope, it was suddenly taken away from her.

How cruel!

"Please, don’t strain yourself too much," the dark-skinned woman—who they would later known to be named Barbara—kneeled down next to her.

She gently asked her to give more space and she hurriedly crawled back, though her eyes did not leave them.

Mauru walked over to check as well, recognizing the symptoms. "He’s poisoned," he said, seeing this case too many times. Barbara nodded, already taking out a bottle of medicine from her space.

"Lift his head up, please," she said, and Mauru kneeled down on the lad’s other side to assist.

The young man’s mother watched with red eyes, slowly crawling back to look closer at what was happening.

Her son looked like he had lost all the blood in his body, and he was shivering so much as if it was the Extreme Cold instead of the Extreme Heat instead.