After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 810

Chapter 810: A Small Blockage (Part 2)
“An elementalist!!” one yelled. They were a little surprised.

None of the Alterrans actually had to show off their elements during their stay, so the newcomers naturally weren’t privy to it.

However, they were mercenaries in the end. Although surprised and intimidated, they gathered themselves and didn’t allow their momentum to lower, otherwise—and they could feel it with their instincts—it’d get too dangerous.

As such, the enemy team continued to send a flurry of attacks to the guards and the goblins, with the guards doing their best to protect the little things behind them.

“WAAA!”

The goblins couldn’t bear being shielded so much, so they grouped together to deal with the men, each one with at least a dozen goblins. Before they could drown the men in numbers, however, the men would wave their swords, stabbing at them.

It felt a bit of a pity, as damaged merchandise would sell for less. Anyway, if the goblins didn’t die directly, they would heal fast, and would still be worth something.

“WAAAA!”

Pupu watched as the sharp sword was about to stab him, but was pulled back by a strong hand. He watched as a burst of flames pounded on the man that were just about to stab at him.

Whoosh!

“AHHH!”

“Another one!”

At this point, every guard had their hands full with at least 1 enemy. Everyone sent here was above level 10, so this meant every and each one of them was elementalists.

“So many?”

They were shaken, but they refused to back down. They had a reason to be arrogant! After all, only Mao was (barely) level 20, while there were a handful of them just in their team. They were all fighting mercenaries too so the weaker Alterrans definitely did have a bit of trouble.

However, as a bit more time passed, they came to realize… none of the Alterrans were being taken down! On the contrary, it was their side who was slowly dying off.

How could these men be reconciled? And it so happened that he saw a signal from the peripheral of his vision and he couldn’t help but feel relieved, and he smiled smugly at the enemies despite his poor state.

“Heh! And do you think it’s only us?!” the man yelled, and after struggling to keep themselves up—becoming bloodier and bloodier as the minutes ticked by—the shrubs around rustled as more people arrived.

About a dozen of men appeared, and none of them were weak.

This was the Yutot Mercenary Team—or the rest of them, to be more accurate. They had been following the group closely, so they arrived shortly after the others made a move.

At least half of them were in their level 20s, mostly new recruits from Voumi Town. They were not that special there, but in a village, they were definitely powerhouses.

If Baltimore wasn’t in such a rush to take over, maybe he’d have waited for their return before attacking—not that it would’ve changed anything, of course.

They looked greedily at the goblins and licked their lips. They couldn’t be arrogant outside, but here they had the confidence!

Plus… so many elementalists! To capture elementalists, it was best to take them while their levels were low!

They really won big this time, they thought.

The goblins shook at their appearance, instinctively afraid. This was especially so because these people were one of their main torturers back in Guia Village.

This made Shon even more arrogant. “Heh, stop struggling and obediently come with us and you will keep your lives.” He said so as if level was all that mattered.

It usually was because people here—when they realized they were inferior in level—would become guarded and scared. Their momentum would lower and the will to fight was often gone.

Sad for them, they went against Alterrans.

Mao and the others didn’t seem to care at their arrival, at least they didn’t show it outright. “And you are…?”

“We are the Yutot Mercenary Team!” Shon yelled, grinning. “We’re actually one of Guia’s forces. Too bad we weren’t there when the war happened, or else—”

“…you’d have been buried underground by now,” Mao said, completing his sentence. He then turned to Luis. “I’ve never heard of it, have you?”

“No,” Luis said. “They’re really arrogant even if they’re no-names.”

“We are newly formed!” Shon yelled back, red in anger and embarrassment. “Soon, our name will resound in this area—”

“We are the Terran Mercenary Team, Class D.”

“You?”

Shon and the others looked at them in disbelief.

It couldn’t be blamed on them. Class D Mercenary Teams usually had stronger members. Except for Mao, the rest of the people here were only Class E ‘material’, if only level was considered.

“Who cares, we have buyers from Voumi Town,” Shon said after a moment of pause, pushing down the shock and resuming his arrogant stance. “You don’t want to be an enemy of Voumi Town right?”

Mao and the others made no move, but they were definitely ready to fight as soon as they attacked.

Shon gritted his teeth and looked at his team. “It looks like we’re torturing a few people and rats today!” he yelled, and all the newcomers gestured to lunge toward the huddled party to attack.

However, before anything could happen—

Whoosh!

Flop!

Silence.

They turned to see a headless Shon, whose head dropped to the ground.

“WHAT?!”

“WHAT’S GOING ON?!”

Shon was a level 23 powerhouse!!

Soon, there was another rustle from behind him.

Silva walked out of the forest, face stoic as if he didn’t just behead someone. “Sorry I’m late,” he said. “The Beast Attracting potion worked… too well.”

At the sight of the silver-haired man, every member of the Yutot Mercenary team gaped in fear. “A L-Level 40!?”

Silva had stayed in the house during their stay and didn’t bother looking around (as a City dweller, what could he see in a village that wasn’t Alterra?).

Early that morning, he headed out to clear the path of mobs for a faster and safer travel back to Alterra.

Hence, the mercenaries were unaware that such a powerhouse was escorting this team.

Too late to regret now though.