After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 892

Chapter 892: Amalgation (Part 2)
Did a town nearby fall due to the tragedy so stronger refugees were fighting outside?

No, even a town would not have elementalists running around like this—not unless all their elementalists grouped together and abandoned everyone else.

Bumi watched as the younger girl jumped up bravely over the monsters head, raising her sword, and stabbing it straight to the eye.

He felt his heart beat loudly in admiration. “So strong…” he said, his voice raspy from the dryness but laced with admiration.

Grandma smiled at this, while the rest of their group could only gape.

Shinho and his group watched as the dozen or so monsters were dealt with bravely, with them not having to move at all. In fact, the newcomers were even protecting their small and weakened group!

It was too difficult to comprehend, so they could only gape.

Even Shinho was prepared to fight the monsters but he was too surprised. The monsters weren’t even that weak, but these people could handle them one-to-one. If he entered the fight, he might even affect their momentum.

In any case, the beasts fell one by one, and each one dying added life to their hearts and bodies.

At this point, everyone was convinced and willing to be taken away. Even if these people happened to be slave drivers, it was still better!

They saved their lives after all, even if as slaves, it was likely there was still some value found in their lives.

Soon, the mob was cleared, with their leader and the dark-skinned woman approaching them again.

“Are you alright?” he asked, and they felt kindness in the question.

Without the terrified and suspicious eyes they had before, they realized that these people were really concerned for them.

The shift was a bit hard to swallow.

“Ah, yes,” Shinho said after a while, trying to gather himself, though to no avail. People who could stand up did so and approached them, and they were met with a barrage of questions like ‘where is the territory’, ‘is it a town’, et cetera.

However, the inquisitive atmosphere died down when someone fell down in the middle of the crowd.

The woman beside him yelled, dropping to her knees, and immediately began to shake him. “SON! Son!”

She lifted her head to look at the people around her. “PLEASE HELP! SOMEONE!” The woman cried, feeling her son’s body turning cold.

The others also looked on in concern, but none of them knew how to handle it, and even if they did they wouldn’t have had the resources to fix it.

The woman knew this of course, but how could she just accept it? “PLEASE!” she screamed so loudly she coughed up blood, obviously damaging her dried throat. “PLEASE HELP MY SON!”

Just when they finally found some hope, it was suddenly taken away from her.

How cruel!

“Please, don’t strain yourself too much,” the dark-skinned woman—who they would later known to be named Barbara—kneeled down next to her.

She gently asked her to give more space and she hurriedly crawled back, though her eyes did not leave them.

Mauru walked over to check as well, recognizing the symptoms. “He’s poisoned,” he said, seeing this case too many times. Barbara nodded, already taking out a bottle of medicine from her space.

“Lift his head up, please,” she said, and Mauru kneeled down on the lad’s other side to assist.

The young man’s mother watched with red eyes, slowly crawling back to look closer at what was happening.

Her son looked like he had lost all the blood in his body, and he was shivering so much as if it was the Extreme Cold instead of the Extreme Heat instead.

Her heart was crushed, and she covered her mouth to muffle her sobs that couldn’t help escaping her lips.

Barbara’s head slightly tilted in her direction. “Don’t worry too much,” she said. “We’ve had cases like this before, and no one had died as long as it was dealt with in time.”

The woman was still sobbing a bit, but she nodded. She heaved deep breaths to calm herself down, but she saw the young lad suddenly stopped shaking.

She realized that his breathing was normal and the woman’s cries escaped her lips once more. “Wuuu… son… wu…”

Sobbing, she bowed at Barbara and at Mauru, expressing her gratitude.

“Thank you… thank you…”

The two smiled as they stood up, looking at the refugees who were staring at them.

They did not notice how the rest of the team was looting the carcasses, getting some good meat and materials from the corpses.

Not everything fit in their space, but they were outfitted with backpacks so they could place the rest there.

Of course, there was still quite a bit of meat left which would just decay if left there.

Mauru and Barbara looked at the refugees in thought.

They were really weak and the territory was still an hour or so away at a slow pace. These people were too weak to rush. What if their brittle bones broke along the way?

“Let’s camp here,” he said, and the team immediately set things up while the others finished up their looting.

The refugees were very confusedly standing there, watching them set up. Barbara shook her head with a smile. “Come, sit down,” she said, walking to the temporary campfire being built.

At her request, a fire user threw a fireball on the campfire and it immediately burst into flames. At the same time, the other brave warriors helped them up, and some even gave them pretty bottles, though for a moment they were unsure what to expect were inside.

One couldn’t blame their stupidity. Their bodies were pushed to the limit, and what they had been seeing so far was just beyond what they were used to.

Shinho and the others watched as the rescuers took some sticks and burned them just enough to harden the wood a bit. They then skewered meat from the monsters (when did they deal with the carcasses? Those were basically skeletons now) before sprinkling some odd powder and liquid before putting them on the fire.

They were all just really confused at what was happening until a special aroma whiffed up their nose. As if by magic, their stomachs rumbled loudly in hunger and their mouths watered in greed.

“What…”

Bumi and his grandmother also gulped, but they paused when they heard a giggle at the side.

Bumi lost his tongue when he saw it was that pretty girl with light-colored short hair. She walked past him—ah, she smells nice, he thought—and he watched dazedly as she went in front of his grandmother.

She handed her, the only surviving old woman in the group, a colorful bottle as well.

It was really beautiful and he hadn’t seen such a bottle before. But… Bumi thought the girl was even prettier.

The old woman stared at the bottle in confusion and the girl smiled. “Water,” she said. “As for the food… you’d have to wait until it finished cooking.”

Then they finally realized it: These people were really giving them food and water!

Who’d have thought they’d receive such kindness during this disaster?

In the end, even when their stomachs were still rumbling…, their hearts were full.