After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 831

Chapter 831: Baku’s Fight
Bart let the rope loose in a low-key way, and it happened that most of his team was in front of him, blocking the view. After Bart took the rope back to his space, he looked at the men.

“Is there no alternative where we can just go on our own way without butting heads?”

The men sneered. “Butt heads? More like every one of you dying under our swords and our feet, right?” he looked at them up and down. “All of you look horrible. That half-orc must’ve made you suffer a lot.”

“In exchange for your efforts, we will give you a quick death,” he said and looked at the people at his side before nodding.

Bart and the others immediately went into the defense, capturing the attacks the enemies sent. They placed their best foot forward immediately, not daring to hold back.

Their levels were not only lower on average, they were also weakened by the various adventures (and the damned half-orc) so this was hardly a fair fight.

The newcomers grinned, pushing forward, not expecting the large looming beast to disappear from where he just stood, appearing right behind them!

“AHHHHH!”

Screams from the back echoed in the fight and suddenly the newcomers could only look back and avoid the half-orc’s sharp claws that could literally behead people with a slice.

They were very unlucky, Baku was particularly angry from being held down for so long!

Even Bart and the others were shocked. “Attack!” Bart yelled, shaking himself awake. “Kill them!”

The Rolan Mercenary Team members forced some composure back, ignoring the cold feeling of fear that passed through their spines as they heard the screeches and squelches of body parts getting broken apart.

Was the half-orc so strong? If he went hard like this when they were dealing with it…

Shiver

Instead of thinking of what could’ve been—-or rather, what might be after this was all over—-they just focused on killing the distracted enemies. Bart even ran after someone about to escape, stabbing him straight to the heart.

Bart watched as the man fell lifeless under his feet but he shivered when he heard another tortured scream.

“GYAAAHH!!”

He turned just in time to see one person literally pulled apart into two and then thrown to different directions.

And that was the last enemy, every one else finally succumbing to their fates.

Silence passed by amongst the survivors. Every one of the Rolan Mercenary Team had survived, albeit everyone was gasping for air.

No one dared to put down their weapons though, every one looking guardedly at the half-orc that stood still, now bathed in the blood of their enemies.

He was surrounded by carnage, several body parts sewn on the ground next to his feet. Most of them were divided into at least 2 parts. At the best case, the corpse was deformed creepily and it made them shiver to think it could’ve been them.

Not counting the few people they dealt with together, the half-orc took care of everyone else. The darned thing killed the men with ease and they were surprised at its ferocity.

“So it was kind before when it fought with us?” Sipa mumbled, eyes twitching, gripping his weapon tightly. He was ready to defend against the half-orc should he decide to get back on his word—not that he believed he’d be successful, of course.

“Apparently so,” Bart said, his narrowed eyes looking at the half-orc standing completely still.

Assuming he didn’t attack them to death now, there was actually an explanation why they didn’t get killed earlier on when the monster obviously had the capability to do so.

Orcs, half-orcs, and goblins had a sense beyond what was normal for humans. They could feel hostility and threats, even if the other races would miss it.

Although they wanted to sell him, they meant no other harm, unlike those men filled with bloodlust in them. Even if they didn’t harm Baku, they’d definitely cause him to do it to others.

Further, Baku was half-human and he was especially soft to humans who didn’t smell evil. Back in Hoskle Village, it led to his downfall in the end because he was soft on slaves and the enemies took advantage of that.

Eventually, the half-orc’s shoulders slumped and he looked at them with a blank expression on his face. “When are we going?” he asked, and Sipa and a few others directly fell down, losing the strength of their legs in relief.

Bart shook his head and sighed, studying the half-orc to ensure there really was no bloodlust left. He didn’t even make a move to escape at all, as if being absolutely true to his word.

If he wasn’t, there was no reason not to go and kill them now, especially since they were greatly weakened.

It seemed that it was true, then, that half-orcs were stupidly honest.

Now, Bart had no way to confirm this now, but they certainly didn’t have much of a choice anymore. At the very least, with the half-orc out they didn’t have to worry about mobs nor would they have to worry about new enemies appearing in front of them.

He then looked at the horrid corpses on the ground again. The half-orc’s level wasn’t far from theirs, but he could take down ten by himself which showed the physique differences—at least for this type of half-orc.

“Let’s go,” Bart said, walking over the corpses and the others followed. Baku narrowed his eyes and reluctantly followed behind them. He even kicked a corpse blocking his way with a shrug.

What they didn’t know at this time was that this massacre also deferred a few troubles Iron Mountain would have to face from Guia Village’s true ‘master’.

This particular team was assigned to Guia to get their ‘due’. Whether it was in gold or in iron.

Obviously, they would never make it to Guia. Instead, they prematurely met their end and joined nature in the middle of nowhere.

Guia was associated to Ferrol by name and by the system, so it was Ferrol that was notified when it fell. Ferrol had no obligation to report this, and Jonathan preferred the master city wouldn’t know at all.

At this time, the true master behind Guia was still wistfully unaware that he had already lost a money-maker territory and more so that an entire team on the way there had perished.

When he did—much, much later—a few veins would pop and he’d be very angry indeed.

By that time though, it was too late, and he couldn’t do much about it anymore.