After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1100

Chapter 1100: Unusual Vibrations
Tout’s jaw was clenched as he glared at the tall wall. It wasn’t that he didn’t have slaves anymore—there were still a few thousand on his side—but the ratio was small that only a small fraction of them would be able to use meat shields now.

Everyone was fully equipped with at least a Level E weapon and defense equipment, courtesy of Basset Town—deductable to his share of this place, of course—but that wouldn’t stop a damned Level 5 sentry, so meat shields were still the best way to protect themselves.

Anyway, no one wanted to go ahead with so many sentries and archers targeting them! And so… for the next few minutes, they entered an embarrassing standstill.

“What’s going on?” Suddenly, a voice sounded from the side and everyone felt a little intimidated just by their approach.

“Masters!” Tout exclaimed and everyone adopted a somewhat more humble stance.

“Why are you just standing here?” the man asked, obviously impatient for action. Next to him were a couple of Level 20s, all with similar annoyed expressions.

The man’s name was Temp, a level 30 guard from Basset Town. He was sent here to assist their entry if needed—and, obviously, they were very much needed.

Although Basset Town was also a new Town—just a little over a decade—it had quite a few level 30s in its midst. This was the legacy of the previous Lord, who worked hard to add a lot of powerful individuals in their midst before they got eaten up by other towns.

This was done by recruiting from cities and giving them various benefits such as their own homes, free food, and so on. This did not include the benefits Mercenary Teams received if they decided to create a base there, too.

It was pretty much impossible to recruit someone from a Town to a Village, but a City to a Town was not too far-fetched. Living in extremely dense cities could get very cutthroat, not to mention the chances of encountering huge monsters were not small.

Heck, their levels were at that awkward stage of being the meatshields for the Level 40s and 50s hunting for such monsters!

At the very least, Towns were rich enough and had enough prestige to provide decent living conditions.

In contrast, Villages were too poor and unstable; one could get destroyed or change owners every so often.

The monsters were also too weak and staying there was akin to staying on the same level forever. For anyone with any ambition for power and a long life, remaining stagnant was akin to a death sentence.

At least in Towns, the average monster level was 15 to 20—with the occasional Level 25s—which was the perfect mob for them to level up.

And finally, in Towns, they’d be proper powerhouses and were extremely revered. It was a worthy exchange for the prestige of being city-bound.

Through the years, the number of level 30s in Basset Town had become quite sizeable. However, their number wasn’t big enough to bother sending them to battles between villages.

Sending one here—along with dozens of level 20s and above—was indicative of just how much Basset Town wanted Alterra.

And Temp… he was promised a hefty bonus for winning this war.

He was really fascinated by this place’s products and business. Having a part of it was indeed very good.

He arrived a bit later than others though, but he was expecting the war to be entering the first wave of battles at this time. According to the plan, he and his team would sweep in to assist the entries so many more people could enter the walls.

When he saw that the crowd was not moving at all—idiots—it annoyed him quite a bit. “Well?”

Tout gulped, intimidated. “I… the meatshields are mostly gone, so we’re about the head out with our shields,” he said. “However, those sentries are level 5. The slaves we have now might not be enough.”

Temp looked at the walls. It was a Level 5 wall, and this meant even he—a level 30— could still get damaged and even killed if hit at a sensitive spot.

“So troublesome,” he said, looking at Tout. “Go back to the array and call the rest of you slaves,” he said. “You’ll need those shields.”

Tout flinched, a little reluctant.

The thing was, slaves were counted as a separate entity. If they lost the war, it was a given that half of their assets including citizens would become the winner’s. However, slaves—as long as they went through the arrays or passed through the threshold of the defending territory—they’d automatically be assigned to that territory.

Because of this, a loss in war was more than just losing half of one’s assets.

Temp narrowed his eyes at the villager. “You think we’ll lose?”

“Of course not!” Tout immediately answered, suddenly gaining confidence after thinking about it. It was just standard practice to leave some for oneself, so he didn’t think of doing so from the get-go. He was just being stupid, after all.

Anyway, Tout agreed and ordered his men to gather their remaining slaves.

It didn’t take long for the slaves, who were completely unprepared for this mission, to arrive. Temp and the other elites took a random slave and led the way.

“While they are busy with the slaves they let in, it’s time for us to enter!” he said, looking at the crowd behind him.

“Remember what we will get out of this: Power, wealth, and resources! Don’t hesitate! They do not deserve all those good things—but we do!” he yelled, enticing the people’s spirit (and greed).

“Surround the territory! Enter at all cost!”

And so, thousands and thousands of forces once again lunged forward with full force, aiming to finally get inside and do what they were best at: Plundering!

“YEAHHH!”

“KILL! KILL! KILL!”

“TAKE ALTERRA DOWN!!!”

They were quite passionate again. Having a strong ‘general’ was definitely important for momentum.

Anyway, the tens of thousands of people continued rushing forward with high passion. The number and strength seemed to have caused major vibrations in the ground, which added to the momentum of the attackers.

The movement of the ground led the mob to feel they were so strong after all. It felt like they could just topple over anything—even that Level 5 Wall!

They did not realize that this intensifying vibration… couldn’t have come from them at all!