After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1197

Chapter 1197: Heading to Inko Village
Gurnam clenched his fist, using all his self-control not to punch the smug smirk on these people’s faces. Of course, he didn’t do anything in the end. For one, these people were still town-level. It was foolish to make a scene so publicly.

He did wonder: Why was the first order to ‘kill’ rather than to ‘capture’? Was their own fun more important than getting more elementalist slaves?

Or was this new territory impossible to win unless they fought to kill?

Either way… it was worrying.

“You would be led by Inko guards—and some of ours—back to the territory and use the arrays there,” Hesso said, looking at the side where a couple of dozen Inko guards stood. “You will likely arrive in enemy territory in the midst of war at the latest.

“By that time, the enemy territory would’ve suffered greatly with our allied forces—a combination of six villages—and make it weak enough for you to enter and damage them at their core.”

“When that happened, the rest of the fighters from Inko would enter the territory and win the war! By that time—all of you would be rewarded.

“I want you to hurt each and every one of them to the best of your ability—no matter who it is!” Hesso grinned. “This is your order!”

The man looked beside him, to a beautiful woman with light-colored hair.

It was Sasha, looking a bit thin but overall decent. She hadn’t awakened yet, but she had a wind affinity. Either way, she had been switched around the noblemen and was quite the popular toy to them.

“Don’t you want to come with them?” he asked. “They’re heading to an elementalist territory. Don’t you wanna meet your former people?”

He did not lower his volume at all, making sure the slaves heard him. This made a lot of them flinched, and immediately wore complicated expressions.

Hesso and the others particularly enjoyed those with rich expressions on their faces—those with sadness, with horror, and those with eyes filled with anger and indignance.

Sasha was also surprised and her eyes brightened a bit when she learned the 100 elementalists were going to a Terran territory. But she saw Hesso’s sharp eyes and quickly shook her head.

The man nodded, satisfied with her answer. Hesso smiled and pulled her in for a deep, disgusting, tongue-y kiss. A lot of the aborigine men grinned and hooted, while Gurnam and the others felt their eyes sting in disgust.

“Good choice,” he said, licking her lips. “I knew you wouldn’t want to part with me.”

Sasha smiled awkwardly, she cursed and gagged internally but she dared not to show disgust or dislike. Someone did that before, and she was thrown to satisfy the guards—regardless of whether she was an elementalist or not.

Hesso turned to the guards. “Choose 100! Randomly!”

Interestingly, the guards chose those whom they saw had the strongest expressions on their faces. They chose those who gritted their teeth until there was blood, those who looked like they were about to faint, and those who were crying outright.

Of course, most of the terrans were like this and those with actual bloodlust and interest were not chosen. It was impractical, but where was the fun in that?

It was still more fun seeing someone with tears and snot dripping down their faces doing their best to kill someone they didn’t want to kill! Anyway, when the order was sent, the slaves were duty-bound to do their best.

Meanwhile, Gurnam and Sarah looked around them, taking note of whoever was getting taken away. Their expressions immediately fell when both of them were chosen, slimy hands landing on their shoulders as they were set aside.

They heaved a breath of relief when they saw Milo—who was smaller than others and was therefore not very visible—was passed by.

He would be far away from the both of them, but they were relieved he’d be far from the war.

They could only hope he’d be alright without them here.

Another friend on the other side was Misha. She also had a scar on her face to keep her from being targeted, though in the latter’s case, it was mixing some solutions like makeup she managed to hide in her space.

Sarah’s eyes fixed on hers and the blonde turned, meeting her gaze.

Sarah remembered her friendship with the blonde. She knew it’d be a while before they saw each other again, which was also heart-breaking for her.

She remembered the time when Misha saw what happened to her face. “If I had known you’d go so far, we could’ve avoided permanently damaging your pretty face,” she had said at the time, being regretful.

After all, Sarah had used a dagger to claw her own face, just so she wouldn’t get pulled into a room by those bastards.

Make-up was such a rare and finite resource though, and the fact that Misha was willing to share was already good enough.

While they bonded, Misha would tell her about her family, and her precious little brother. He wasn’t as cute as he was when he was a kid, she said, but he was still quite handsome. Misha also suspected he swung the other way, but she loved him anyway.

Misha’s eyes were flickering as she saw her being hauled away, and then looked at where Milo was. The blonde gave an awkward, reassuring, smile.

Without a voice, the two women spoke.

Don’t worry, she said, I will take care of Milo to the best of my ability.

Sarah’s tears fell, relieved, and she succumbed to her fate as a force in this war.

A couple of minutes later, the hundred elementalists were hauled out on various beast carts sponsored by the Town.

Each one also had a town-level guard to make sure the products arrived to the village in one piece instead of being eaten by town-level monsters.

Hesso looked at the roofless cart filled with slaves, some of his proud resources.

“This is an order! Do your best to win this war—do whatever it takes,” he said. “And hurt as many enemies as you can!”