After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1052

Chapter 1052: Yasof Village

Yasof Village.

The afternoon of the next day arrived and the array appeared right outside the attacking territory. Hundreds and hundreds of forces had lined up, prepared to enter as soon as the instructions were sent.

Ladon, the lead force of this war and the head military advisor of the lord, looked at the forces with a complicated expression. However, he did not show any doubts, knowing it would do nothing to help with the momentum.

His eyes turned to the Lord who was watching not too far away.

The lord nodded and Ladon took it as the signal to begin the war. “Let’s go, men!” he yelled, and he disappeared into the array, followed by various groups of their forces.

Lord Yassop watched on with a blank expression on his face, though his heart was heavy. Uckit, his advisor, couldn’t help but look at him worriedly. “Are we really attacking Alterra?”

“We are attacking a strong village, but we have been trusted by the master territory to take it down before it gets any stronger.”

Uckit pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowed in worry as more and more of their slaves and citizens headed into the array, unknown whether they would be able to get back at all.

“We do not have a chance against Guia, let alone the territory that beat it,” he said, as quietly as he could, but loud enough for the lord to hear him clearly.

He was there during the meeting with the Basset Town lord. Uckit had advised his Lord against this war. At the very least, he must redirect the task to someone else. Obviously, the other village lords were far greedier than his own, and they’d have been happy to get the job.

Then again, this was probably one of the reasons why their lord was sent instead of the others. Unlike how it would be with the others, the Basset Town lord was certain Lord Yassop wouldn’t rebel and bite back using the new territory instead.

They hadn’t said it during the meeting, but they had also sent people to take a look at Alterra. Those without families and assets in their territory did not return, while those who returned moved out with their families soon after.

This was an easy testament to how different that place was. They had managed to get some information as well as what that Fargo person said, and it was clear this was a war meant to be lost.

The Lord shook his head. “We’re the strongest among Basset Town’s Level 3 Village subsidiaries. We are also fairly close to Alterra,” Yassop said, though he was explaining more to himself than to Uckit. “Objectively speaking, we are the most practical option.”

“I’m afraid we’re just here to intimately test out Alterra’s strength,” Uckit responded, uncomfortable.

The Lord sighed. “Perhaps,” he said, eyes dark. “But you know what happens when a subsidiary disobeys Basset Town.”

The standard subsidiary oaths were only valid during the contract period. However, even those with the foresight to add non-betrayal oaths outside of the contract were not entirely exempted from betrayal either.

After all, those former subsidiaries could just attach to another rival, and let that rival attack instead.

A few cases had happened before, each one successfully serving to stifle the rebellious thoughts amongst subsidiaries.

The first one rebelled because Basset Town took too much advantage of their status. They made the citizens’ lives miserable.

They also made the lord’s and his family’s lives miserable. His daughters were taken and abused, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He did not renew the contract anymore and attached to Ferrol Town. But Ferrol was too far. What could they do when Basset decided to send his subsidiaries to attack it?

Suffice to say, that one fell horribly and that lord died a horrid death. The token was granted to Tout, the very man who tortured him to death. He now took over as the Lord of Resso village.

Another one also secretly attached to another Town up north and gathered some strength. It detached as soon as the contract ended as well.

That one put up a stronger fight, surviving three successive wars. The Lord was assassinated by someone hired from the Rongo Mercenary Team, but the token couldn’t be found during the war.

It was attached to the former lord’s son, who was only 10 at the time. Due to their weakness after going through so many wars, they did not survive a beast mob that appeared soon after. That territory fell and disappeared from the map.

The point was, Basset Town did not take to defectors easily.

At the same time, Yassop was not the type to die quietly.

“I gave Ladon an instruction,” Yassop said after a while, making Uckit turn to him. “He shall run and give up as soon as they are certain it’s hopeless. I told him not to make it obvious, of course.”

One of the things they found about Alterra was that they didn’t keep slaves in the conventional sense. He was planning to take advantage of that.

Also, he not only disliked Basset and most of its subsidiaries, he also really disliked that Fargo person. He felt like being associated with any of them was allowing himself to be a sacrifice.

Most importantly—he couldn’t help but remember his daughter’s poor state.

His beautiful little Yelena. She was the sweetest girl and very beautiful, but she unfortunately caught the eyes of Patte, Bentro’s only son. The man was infamous for causing chaos in villages, acting like the overlord there—dedicated to doing whatever he wanted, especially to women.

When he saw his name in the Lord Panel, he immediately ordered all the females in his family to hide back in their homes.

His Yelena was free and had a cheerful personality. She was adventurous and liked to play around in the forests. Yassop wasn’t able to find her in time, and—with a cruel twist of fate—Patte met her first.

The tragedy of his family started then. His fist clenched tightly, and his eyes showing manicness that was rarely seen in his usual calm image.

He wanted his revenge!

Uckit looked at the man he chose to follow. He couldn’t help but give a respectful salute before heading out to deal with the inevitable aftermath.

“My Lord is wise.”