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

"What?"

"In one area, it seems like an old spearman is blocking an entire sector," he said. Although everyone knew that person wouldn't be able to attack them unless he was willing to lose decades of hard work, very few people were actually brave enough to test that out.

"From a City?" Turocc rhetorically asked. "Which one?"

"I have no idea—but it's doubtful they'd meddle so much," Fargo said, but it was more to calm himself. "Perhaps they are just passing time."

"They can't attack us," he said. The costs of getting to that level was incomprehensible. There was no way they'd risk it to attack.

"Not to mention, they can't have them in all parts of the territory—I received no reports of other powerhouses. Just choose one with weaker guards."

He did not know this yet, but the reason why other areas made no reports was simply because the people holding the letters were taken care of. The one Gregor threw far away was one of them.

However, even if Fargo's side didn't know exactly where the powerhouses were, they would be able to see the fight from a distance and change locations as needed.

In any case, the plan made sense and—although they still hated and distrusted Fargo—this was the mindset they adopted as they planned out their next step.

At some point, new people arrived. They thought it'd just be a group requesting potions, but were surprised to see that it was a group of strongmen at least level 25.

There were more than a hundred people here. There were also various degrees of injury on them, but otherwise they were okay.

"You're from the Rongo Mercenary Team, yes?"

They nodded. The current leader, Maul, was the one who spoke. "We were supposed to follow Master Vara using the opening they created, but Alterra closed it too quickly and we had to run back."

"Tell us the details."

"A few strong elementalists appeared all of a sudden, creating a tall earth wall that blocked our way. The movements naturally separated our consolidated forces and, because we could only go two ways, they easily predicted where we'd be and attacked accordingly."

"There are dozens of mercenaries that appeared, some elementalists, but many of them are local," he said and paused. "I recognized a team—they're from the Takoda Mercenary team, from a City! I once had a conflict with them with a mission Southeast of us."

The only reason they were alive was because the other team didn't have bloodlust. However, Maul remembered they were from the South! What were they doing all the way over here?

"We immediately lost tens of people after that—including our team lead—and the rest of us had no choice but to pull back.

"Then, as we were jumping over the crowd, a gorge suddenly appeared and some of us fell down to get carried by the water. It was only because of our high levels and experience that we managed to get out of it in time."

There was silence in the area, and most of them were indignant that the strongest mercenary team based in their Town couldn't do much.

"What are your next plans?"

"We actually received an Aether letter from Master Vara, and they are hiding somewhere near the targets," Maul said. "They're waiting for more people to enter before they make a move."

After all, even if Vara was strong, he would be surrounded if he caused chaos prematurely. Not to mention, Alterra had somehow managed to secure City-level people so they had to be a lot more careful!

The plan was to create a lot of leaks and let their people enter to create chaos and distraction. This way, their elites would be able to take the targets—and, ideally, get the token—with relative ease!

But what was this now? Nearly 4 hours into the war and there was probably less than a hundred people who managed to get in alive—and who knew how many of them survived the past few hours!?

Turocc gritted his teeth, feeling extremely irksome and humiliated that everyone was being pushed like this.

As the strongest one there, he naturally took the lead.

He turned to look at the Rongo Mercenary team members. "Is this all of you?"

Maul shook his head. "We already gathered all the remaining mercenaries left outside," he said. "Other than us, there are at least a hundred more settled not far from here, but we'd need potions."

Teng looked at the logistics people and they handed them boxes of healing potions. Turocc nodded as he watched this, formulating the next steps in his mind. He was one of the previous lord's general, so naturally he was experienced in wars.

"Find out where there are least number/weakest of those City powerhouses," Turocc said, ordering Teng, who held the aether letter after taking it away from Fargo. "Ideally, where there are none."

"We will divide into two teams of at least a hundred or so elites," he said, before looking at the walls. "We will make targeted attacks on different parts and create openings."

The two teams would be entering from different areas of the wall, ensuring the enemy forces would be as spread out as possible.

Turocc narrowed his eyes at the tall walls, and then the dense sentries that hadn't stopped shooting at all.

According to the information gathered so far, Alterra's 'cannons' should not be able to reach where they were. Even if it did, it wouldn't kill people of their level. It is the same with the explosives they heard about. Past level 20, its effect was limited.

They just needed to move very quickly.

Fargo stepped forward, wanting to be part of the plan. This would likely be their last chance for a 'big break', and if he didn't contribute, then what he'd be known for was what had been happening so far!

He couldn't let that happen! "If you give me a few bottles of mana potion, I can help create earth platforms—"

Slap!

Fargo fell down to the spoil. He gasped and coughed blood, seeing another tooth fall out.

"You've done enough, don't you think so?" Turocc said, not liking his tone at all. He even kicked him a few times, throwing him a few meters away as he did so.

"Be thankful I didn't kill you."

…

About a quarter of an hour later, their group gathered together and Turocc assigned the people on each team, the other one led by Killic.

However, before they could even leave this spot, they looked up to see floating thin pieces of paper balls floating above them.

"What's that?" some asked, and no one seemed to have an idea what they were.

If Fargo was here, he'd warn them. He didn't know what it was, but this was a floating paper ball during war time—it couldn't be something innocuous!

However, at this time, the man was focused on dragging himself to a nearby tree to avoid getting stepped on.

In any case, these floating paper balls were beautiful one moment but it suddenly collapsed on itself.

A second later, it dropped onto them, gravity doing its work.

People their level could move fast—but not fast enough, especially when they were grouped together like this!

Explosions burst where the balls landed, shaking the immediate vicinity and the people standing there.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Several people were thrown meters away from where they stood. The felt intense ringing in their ears, and twitched at the stinging of burning flesh on their bodies.

They gasped as they tried to gather themselves, looking at the people surrounding them with differing degrees of injuries on their bodies.

This was not the damage of a normal cannon or an explosive!!

Someone around level 25 even lost an arm!!

?#@!