After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 830

Chapter 830: Bart and Baku
A few kilometers from Iron Mountains.

“Are we there yet?” Bart asked Eloi, who in turn scratched his already high hairline.

Because they now had a beast, they naturally had to go to a Town or City to get rid of him for a lot of money.

You know, a strong half-orc like this could sell for a thousand gold, especially if sold in a city!

But the mountain range, Mount Rushless, was best handled towards the West due to better terrain, so they took the path there instead.

They were taking even longer than expected though. They got tired much easier than usual lately and they had to go through many stops, looking for water sources.

This had to do with many things. One, they were sweating too much and losing their water too quickly. And another—

“Let me go!” The large orc yelled and no matter how long they’ve been with this guy—no matter how well they tied the magic tool rope—his large overbearing frame was still as intimidating as ever.

“NO! STOP STRUGGLING ALREADY!” Bart yelled, wanting to kick him, but at the same time, he was afraid that maybe he’d open his mouth and capture his leg instead.

He could only cry if that happened.

The tool he got could only tie the target. They still had to expend effort to keep him from flailing them around. That was to say, the rope was tied with extensions in front and at the back, with at least one person on each side holding it.

Depending on the bastard’s mood, maybe they’d need two on each side.

As such, they got tired quickly and they had to take a lot of breaks.

At this point, they were taking at least twice as long as they would’ve and their resources were running thin. Not the food—there were plenty in the forest—but their weapons were losing durability and they had long consumed their healing potions and the like!

Then—as if the skies thought they didn’t have it hard enough—they even encountered a large mob.

They heaved a sigh at this new trouble. Fortunately, the territories around were only villages and the monsters averaged at level 10, so they weren’t too hopeless.

However, considering how tired they were and how half of them were holding the half-orc back, it was still a risky venture that would likely cause them some losses.

They battled the monsters for a while with those holding the half-orc having trouble moving. They had no choice but to use only one hand to defend themselves, otherwise, they might lose the damned half-orc and even be vulnerable to it.

At some point, they had to get creative. Knowing the half-orc had strong skin, they would soon hide behind him when they got too tired—using him as a shield of sorts.

This annoyed Baku very much.

ROARRRR!!!

The small mob flinched before running away for their lives and it made Bart and the others look at him.

They had heard that some orcs could indeed intimidate monsters just by existing. It seemed like this one was one of them?

Baku’s sharp eyes glared them down, making them flinch a bit. “LET ME GO!”

“Do you think we’re idiots?”

“I vow, I vow not to hurt you unless you hurt me!”

The men looked at him weirdly. Did he really think they’d let him go because he promised?

The half-orc saw this and growled in anger. “Unlike you humans, us orcs and half-orcs don’t break our oaths!”

Really?

They didn’t know that. Even so, how would they confirm?

“Vow not to escape.”

The orc gritted his teeth.

“Unless my own safety is not met, I vow not to… escape.”

Heh, still smart.

But… instead of feeling reassured, it made Bart disagree!

“No,” he said. If the orc was smart, who knew what he was up to!

ROAAR!!

The half-orc was very annoyed. He had already made a compromise, how dare these humans back down!

Because of his anger, it was a little harder to hold him down, but Bart and the others persevered. Half-orcs like this really sold for a good sum! They endured so much already! They couldn’t bear to lose it now!

At some point, they passed through the mountain ranges, and they were now heading northwest to the nearest village to rest. Interestingly, this village was Guia Village, which was also the last village they had been to before entering the deep mountain ranges.

According to the plan, after resting here, they’d then go further West back to their home in Twinwave Town.

They would try to sell the bastard there but, should the buying amount be unsatisfactory—they wanted a high price for this one; It caused them so much trouble—then they’d find the nearest City and sell him there.

Unfortunately—not to mention heading to the towns—even before getting to Guia Village, they encountered some trouble.

“Well, well, well…”

Sometime during the trek, they encountered a group of 10 people. Judging by their level, they were definitely from a town at least, or maybe even a city. The weakest of these men was level 25, and that was not weak, especially not compared to them.

Bart and his team have less than half of their Health Points left. They were barely holding on, and they desperately needed to replenish their supplies.

Encountering these strong enemies was the worst that could happen right now. If they went against them head-on, there’d definitely be a lot of losses on their side.

The two groups stood still, looking at each other, and analyzing the other’s strengths. However, the orc’s looming body easily caught attention, and the opponents’ eyes drowned in greed at the sight of him.

“Oh, it’s a half-orc! The lord would love this!” One said, looking at the orc as if it was already theirs. “It almost makes this extra trip to Guia worth it!”

This made Bart and the other’s narrow their eyes.

Guia? These people were heading to Guia?

“Uh, hello. We’re part of the Rolan mercenary team. This is our catch.”

The newcomers didn’t seem fazed by the mention of a mercenary team. “Heh, which master do you serve?”

“We only serve ourselves,” Bart said, looking at the other team and wondering which master they served. Mercenary teams might ally with the lord of their territory, but it wasn’t required.

Twinwave Town had plenty of mercenary teams bases due to its location, and only a quarter of them had a formal alliance with the lord there.

“So, none, then,” they said, looking greedily at the half-orc, and acting as if they had already won. “So… let us have it—if you want to keep your lives, that is.”

“Ogreshit,” Bart cursed, knowing they had no choice now. With this level of the enemy, they all had to move. No one could be distracted with holding down a half-orc, too.

On the contrary…

Bart paused and looked at the half-orc, and then at the magic rope in his palms. After some thought, he took a deep breath and deactivated it.

“Remember your vow,” he said, feeling annoyed at his own weakness. “At the very least, we’ll be better captors than these guys.”

Baku sneered, but his sharp eyes glared at the newcomers.

He looked at them as if they were already dead meat.