After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 941

Chapter 941: Mobbed

Across the globe, territories handled the disaster in their own way. Some managed to triumph it, while some fell because of it.

There were also villages that had survived the heat wave and the mobs better than others—but not against the territories looking to revitalize themselves by stealing from them.

Calming Village was one of these villages. They had just barely-won a war just before the Heat Wave ended, and now they had to deal with another one just a few days later.

First of all, none of the Mercenary team soldiers like Ryan or Orz could fight in the wars. They could help during beast mobs, but wars were tricky business due to the level limits.

The best they could do was to thin out the enemies, ideally by half at least, outside the territory. They were limited by trapping the enemies and making them lose consciousness in order to avoid the risk of penalties.

This had worked well in the past wars. Adding to the many soldiers and stronger citizens, Calming Village had become a force to be reckoned with in the area.

However, there was a difference in this war. The enemies had obviously prepared for them.

When the war was announced, the strong soldiers settled outside, prepared for whatever sneaked in—this was something they always did.

They were wearing some makeshift camouflage clothing, as usual, hoping to find weaker enemies to deal with.

Of course, they were not arrogant to think the five of them could deal with hundreds, if not thousands, of human mobs that’d get out of the array. They usually employed guerrilla tactics instead, in order to safeguard their lives and limbs.

For instance, the five of them were now still on their respective tree branches, waiting for people to fall into their many many traps.

These traps were dug by Orz using his earth ability, with Sean using his wood abilities to cover them tightly. They also added some wood spikes below to skewer the enemies. Whether or not the enemies would get killed did not matter. Anyway, as long as they didn’t enter the territory, their ‘number’ was not counted.

The soldiers weren’t doing these traps to kill; they simply did not want to lose the war.

Further, these traps were located near the gate so that there would be people who’d fall in them regardless of where the array appeared.

Generally, although gates tended to be the most guarded spots, it was the weakest. Even with the risks, most territories would still send teams to attack a gate or two.

The soldiers waited somewhere within the seeing distance of the gate, so wherever they might get transported, they would be there.

Soon, mobs of people came as expected, and there were several hundreds of them arriving in their section, running past the trees they were perched at.

They watched as the slaves went to attack the gates, many of whom fell into their traps. Of course, all of these people were slaves.

They watched as these people were trapped, stabbed, and screamed for their lives.

“Ah!”

“HELP ME PLEASE!”

“AHHH!”

It would be a lie to say they didn’t feel sorry for these slaves who were sent to attack first, receiving the bulk of their attacks.

However, to each his own, and they needed to be harsh in order for them and their families to survive and live well.

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Somewhere at the back of the line, some enemy citizens watched as their vanguards and meatshields were handled by the enemy. They were a little annoyed by the waste of resources, but they adopted the attitude of observation.

Such a strong enemy needed a lot of sacrifices to be dealt with.

They primarily observed traps that were activated, surprised to see that there was much more than what they prepared for.

“It’s those traps those guys from Hito Village warned us about!” One cursed. “They’re as troublesome as they said!”

Hearing this, the Terran soldiers sent each other looks. Hito Village was the latest territory they defeated. It seemed like they already spilled a lot of info to others to retaliate.

Another looked at the continuous screams of their slaves, activating the traps for them. Then they looked at the gate at least a hundred meters away.

“Darn! It’s still so far!” One said. How many traps would still get activated? How many slaves would get wasted?!

Because of the harsh conditions of the heat wave, a lot of their slaves died. They didn’t have a lot to spare now, and yet so many of them were getting killed even before reaching the walls.

The enemy men walked over to the activated traps, seeing the many slaves skewered in sharp spikes. Some of them were still alive and twitching, while some died on impact.

The man spit in disgust. “These traps are serious,” he said. Those spikes were extremely sharp, and the sheer number of them was impressive.

Was it because they had a lot of elementalist?

However, that shouldn’t matter as much with the sheer number of people they prepared. Those elementalists were just a handful, and they couldn’t directly attack them. They would take advantage of that.

There were hundreds of people behind him coming from the arrays alone, let alone them—people beyond the level cap who had arrived on foot.

The people from the array were proper citizens. They were thin and wan and definitely greedy for whatever was inside the enemy walls. Although the war was over, their territory suffered excessive losses.

By default, most aborigine lords would equate having no resources with having to go to war and get them from others.

Orz and the others noticed there were really a lot of things different with this war.

For one, there were people obviously beyond the level cap—probably almost level 20—in the other party, and he was the obvious leader of the attacking party.

He was a gruff man with a thick beard named Fang and, by estimate, he should be around level 22 or 23—which was more than the soldiers.

Other than him, there were at least a handful of people past level 15.

They might not be able to enter the territory, but they could definitely become a threat to them, the people camping outside.

This was going to get troublesome.

Fang narrowed his eyes at the dense forests in front of him.

“So many traps near here means that they’re around here somewhere,” he said, looking around. “Find them! Spread out!”

The soldiers watched as the main forces started separating into smaller groups of at least a dozen people.

They looked around at all angles—side, down, up, and the like—intending to find them and deal with them as quickly as possible.

Orz and the others looked at each other.

Uh-oh.