After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 737

Chapter 737: Assasination Attempts
A/N: The lovely Leezertje sent fanarts! heheheh. She drew some of the earlier monsters that showed in the story! Check em out in my facebook or discord page~!

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One of the underlings looked at their leader in worry. “So… what do we do now?” he asked. In their previous missions, it wasn’t so risky because everyone was panicking. The people themselves were causing chaos, they were just there to harvest the frantic prey.

This… was something they had never encountered before.

The leader didn’t answer immediately, only signaling for the others to calm down and stay low-key.

This team was led by a man named Heso, a level 15 guard of Guia Village. He had the occupation of a spearman, so he was promoted to the Captain of his own team. His team was one of three who snuck inside during the surge of tourists. So far, the other two teams had mostly been caught, leaving them alone in this mission.

There were only about a dozen of them left uncaptured. While they were far stronger than the average, they didn’t want to be mobbed and killed by numbers.

At this time, it seemed a lot of the civilians were indoors, but most seemed to be doing their jobs as usual. Those walking around outside were a few guards, fighters, and officers.

How much internal damage could be done with this? If they made any suspicious moves, how easily would they be found and mobbed?

Even if they didn’t die, they’d be injured, and they were not willing to bleed for this war.

They sat down on the balcony floor, inconspicuously watching the events on the ground level.

“What’s taking them so long?” Another asked with furrowed eyebrows. After the first few booms, there was nothing else.

“Maybe they’re being careful with the sentries…”

“The cannon fodders are there to distract the sentries while they get past right?”

“Maybe they’re looking for ways to minimize the losses. They’re meatshields, but they’re more useful inside,” Heso said, making his own assumptions with gritted teeth.

Damned territory and their dense sentries…

This was the problem with a level 5 sentry. If by some chance a territory was rich enough to maximize them, it meant they were placed densely and the loopholes were minimal.

This territory… was just troublesome all over.

And it had too much money.

But on the optimistic side, taking over this place was as good as taking a town!

In any case, as much as they didn’t want to put themselves in danger, they couldn’t do nothing either.

After all, in the small chance that they’d lose, there was a chance they’d become slaves! So they had to find a way to help out, as long as it wouldn’t put their own butts at risk.

“There’s still about a dozen of us under the level cap. We can do damage,” Heso said, narrowing his eyes at the streets below. “We just need to figure out how to make the most of it.”

“What about kidnapping them one by one and killing them, one by one?” One suggested, making a lot of people nod. This way, they were not only stronger but they would mob smaller and therefore weaker groups.

“There are still a number of guards around.”

“Not that many anymore,” another said, formulating a rough plan as they hid behind in the inn.

They waited around to study the patterns, but the soldiers were always in groups of 5s.

Although there were many of them, most were still within the level cap, they weren’t confident of taking care of groups without making any sort of commotion. It was more likely they’d be found and mobbed.

The group ended up getting stuck and, as time passed without chaos ensuing, they felt more and more anxious.

However, luck seemed to be on their side as an elder herself went on rounds!

“There, that’s Mathilda,” Heso said, eyes finally finding hope. “She’s the leading candidate for lordship here.”

At first, they didn’t really understand the woman’s functions. But during wars, she calmed everyone down, and ensured everything was organized even with the rules null.

This baffled the visitors to no end, and unsurprisingly so.

This behavior wasn’t something easily adaptable to aborigines who had grown with the rules of power in this world. In contrast, most Terrans had lived as law-abiding citizens without such an omnipresent system.

In their minds, killing Mathilda now was guaranteed to cause the chaos they wanted. At the very least, if they were to take down an elder, it would definitely affect the enemy’s momentum by a lot.

“She has several guards around her,” another said, looking worried. “I’m afraid we wouldn’t be able to get close fast enough before she escaped.”

“I can shoot her,” their archer said. Heso thought for a moment and nodded, and the archer went to position in a hurry, afraid to lose his good vantage point.

The man stood up by the edge of the balcony, raising his weapon, targeting the woman’s neck.

Swish!

Instead of shooting an arrow though, Heso and the others watched with wide eyes as their man fell down with a massive arrow on his chest.

“What!!”

“Where did it come from?!”

Immediately, everyone hid back to the rooms, peering out carefully to see what happened to the corpse. Heso gasped when he recognized the arrow.

“It’s a sentry arrow!”

“What??”

It was still unclear how sentries could so accurately determine who the enemies were, but when done correctly, its potential was much higher than people thought.

“WHAT THE HECK!?”

“WHERE DID IT COME FROM?!”

They peered and saw nothing much at first, until they noticed one of those beautiful towers in parks. It was very beautiful and felt like a large ornate tree made of stone.

It was apparently much more than it appeared!

“That was a sentry?!”

They looked around to see a few more similar towers they could see from their position, and they were certain there were a lot more!

“Orcshit!!”

Not only did they have dense sentries outside, the interiors also had plenty of them!

What the heck is with this territory?!