After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 907

Chapter 907: Arrival of Lord Shiro
More and more territories fell for the next few weeks, whether it was due to wars, beast tides, or just their lords dying of heatstroke or hunger or something equally pitiful.

The fortunate thing was that the temperature was finally seeing a decline, only very very slightly.

However, to most people, this didn’t make a difference.

They were still dying.

“Milord…” A thin man with pale skin looked at the handsome man, pleading. “Perhaps… it’s time to get assistance?”

The Heat Wave lasted a lot longer than they thought, and many of those who would normally survive had perished already.

Shiro sighed, holding his knuckles together in thought. When his father died during the last war, he did everything he could to pass on the token to him.

Shiro wasn’t about to disappoint him, nor could he fail those who trusted him. Until now, they had fared much better than others in their tier, and this had been a point of pride for a long time.

Before they had to leave, their village was among the strongest of their rank in their area.

One reason was that they had an abundance of edible plants such as the flute plant and the like.

They were also located between hills with some natural tunnels that they took advantage of whenever there were extreme weather changes. Whether it was the Extreme Cold or Extreme Heat, their territory had one of the best survival rates.

It was just that they had a town nearby so their mobs weren’t as weak as those around other villages. This was both good and bad.

Good because they could keep a lot of their matured forces because they could still upgrade even if they stayed in a village, rather than risk moving to the next Town and settlling there.

This was why their average level was 10 or 11, in contrast to 8 or 9 of other level 3 villages. At the same time, this was also bad because they still weren’t towns in the end. They had their limitations, especially with their infrastructure.

However, they managed to hold on for a while. But despite his best efforts to keep the territory afloat on his own, the territory still fell to mobs.

The mobs that day were too big and too desperate. They couldn’t hold on and they had to escape to keep their lives.

They had considered just relocating for a bit and then returning when the mob had passed. However, for some reason, the monsters settled down there and stayed.

They had considered relocating to the nearest Town—Voumi Town—but the fees there were too expensive, everything was too saturated, and there was no place to settle down hundreds or thousands of people that were considered ‘weak’ in their standards. Some people opted to stay there, of course, and he did not blame them.

And so, he could only do his best to find his people a new home. Maybe someday they could use the old territory again, but they couldn’t see it happening any time soon.

In retrospect, the beasts might have followed their instincts and decided to nest in their village, as well as their tunnels.

Although they were mindless, they still had survival instincts. They must’ve felt the Extreme Heat was happening soon. These beasts had to be somewhere during the day, right? Of course, at the time, he had no idea about this.

And so, he and his people became nomads without a home. They considered settling down in nearby villages, at least some of them did, but the nearest one was a place they often went into war with. The other villages were also under Voumi, so their strengths were not inferior to his.

In all cases, they were almost forcefully enslaved and he took the people he could and they ran towards the West, which was the safest direction they could go to.

It was where the fog appeared.

His father had told him about the ‘newcomers’ and the ‘foreigners’, especially when the mysterious fog appeared so near them. His father had travelled around in his youth, so he knew a few things normal villagers did not.

He knew that the people in their West were newcomers and therefore weaker than the natives.

The travel was relatively long and arduous, but the area was filled with villages so the level of monsters was manageable.

Some time during their exodus, they met someone. His name was Cain.

Shiro knew this was not a good man, but the one good thing he did was to bring them here, in what was called Vismont Village.

This home… was really good.

It had a lot more resources within the walls, it had nice houses, and had better defence. It was just that they weren’t able to enjoy it for long because of the disaster.

Even in a better home, his people were still dying. Every day, they had to bury or burn so many people and it broke his heart.

They had long run out of food, and many of his people had been hungry for days.

Shiro had been holding out from asking for help, but there was no choice anymore.

“Very well,” he said, voice weak in defeat. “We will go at dusk.”

A few hours later, his party prepared to go to Alterra, with him bringing a couple of stronger guards.

Of course, they left the majority of their remaining forces to protect the territory.

This was the first time they were going to the neighbouring territory. He had sent a few spies before the heat wave hit, but they never returned and their names disappeared from his list.

Fortunately, they had been a village for decades and the mobs they were used to were stronger than others due to their proximity to a town. So, even when he only took a small part of his forces with him, they should be able to handle the small mobs they encountered.

Anyway, the small team left the village, full of reluctance and uncertainties, but at the same time having no choice but to go.

He could only hope… that, despite their many conflicts, Alterra would be kind enough to help them.