After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 588

Chapter 588: Ansel’s Team
The third team was led by Ansel. Along with him were Hubert, Beanie, and the twins Leo and Luke, among many others. Their group was the largest among the three with a few hundred members.

Because it was big, they naturally encountered a lot more enemies than the others, hence their slow pace.

Fortunately, they also had a lot of strong members and even someone who was beyond the level cap—Leon, the rare wood user mercenary who stayed in Fargo before. Like how Santos was, Leon’s role was there not just to defend, but also to provide a quick and efficient way to get them in.

However, much like how earth users wouldn’t be able to build anything on a system wall, wood users like him wouldn’t be able to crawl vines up either, at least… not directly.

Their strategy was to manually build ladders of sorts, reinforced by Leon’s abilities.

A few had managed to get in and jump to the other side, but it didn’t take long for someone to see the ladder being held up a wall from a distance.

It wasn’t hard as long as someone was monitoring the perimeters and, while they timed the time of the rounds, there were more people there than expected—probably added just recently—so they were caught a bit earlier than they anticipated.

They were immediately surrounded after that. They also got unlucky because, for some reason, this group of guards was large. From what they could see people were coming in on all directions and their quantity was probably more than their own numbers.

The enemies started attacking the ladder’s base and they had no choice but to jump down.

“Eh, ladder? Should I say creative or flimsy?” One bulky man said, then answered his own question. “It’s stupid. Stupid for attacking our Fargo Village in the first place!”

Leon saw who spoke and understood why this group of guards was as big as a battalion. This team happened to have some of Fargo’s confidantes—the other brother Eli and two mercenaries beyond the level cap with them.

One was Fero, a level 16 swordsman, and Gron, a level 17 spearman. They were actually under Fargo’s main guards, but they were assigned to the outer wall after the monster mob. Other than those, there were also two mercenaries just within the level cap of levels 11 and 13.

At first glance, this was a tough enemy—much tougher than the other teams—and Ansel and the others had two choices.

One was either to rush towards the walls but risk those who would be left behind. The second was to finish off these people as quickly as they could in hopes of clearing the trouble—ideally before more enemies get to them—though at the risk of delaying the win and risking their own lives.

Ansel and the others who had not yet climbed up opted for the latter.

As for those already inside, even before the war, everyone had received instructions not to get out anymore once inside. This was considering the chance that their supposed win could get backtracked or delayed because of it.

Once they won the war, around half of these people would become ‘slaves’ and they could just order them to fight the others! At least for the duration of this war, they would definitely take advantage of ‘slaves’ if only for the safety of their own people.

Ansel and the others bravely faced the enemies. The number was about the same. Although the level differences were a bit stark, Alterans still had their good equipment and training to even out the field.

Ansel immediately went head-to-head against Eli, while Leon blocked the way of the two strongmen beyond the level cap.

“Oh? A brat being so brave?” Eli uttered with an arrogant smirk as he raised his weapon to block the attack. He pushed him off, and Ansel countered strongly, hitting some Fargo guards nearby.

Seeing this, the guards around stepped away, afraid to get hit by accident. Of course, with how careless Eli was with his swinging, he was bound to hit collateral damage even from his own side, disrupting the flow of people somehow.

It didn’t help that they were on the street and some people were trapped next to them. Some tried to crawl along the walls to avoid damage, while some directly ducked and crawled away from them.

Of course, they could help and attack Ansel from behind, but Ansel immediately activated fire around him, making the cowardly guards afraid to approach. At the very least, they didn’t want to be the ones to approach first and risk their hides, even if the fire wouldn’t be able to kill them as it was.

Ansel was only level 10 and they were not too far below him in level, but the guards were selfish and didn’t want to experience pain, so they just opted to avoid this battle.

Eli sneered when he saw this, but he knew there were still hundreds of Alterans in front so he just ordered the rest to hunt for them instead. Eventually, the two ended up in a relatively isolated street to focus on their own fights.

On the other side, Leon looked at the two strongmen’s eyes, wondering what they’d do in this situation. The guards pretty much just waved around them, knowing very well the level differences were so stark and no one was foolish enough to provoke Leon.

While they could just get out of each others’ ways—none of them would use physical attacks against the enemies anyway—there were still plenty of ways to hinder the other side.

For example, blocking attacks. For example, pushing people away and imbalancing them, making them vulnerable to attacks.

Leon raised his weapon—a sword—and some vines appeared around it, subtly surrounding its hilt. He didn’t do anything for now, silently warning the other two not to move or he would attack them.

As such, the three people beyond the level cap entered a standstill, while everyone else’s battles began.