After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1205: War Between Elementalists (Part 2)

The trip from Voumi to Inko was actually quite troublesome. They encountered a small mob of town-level monsters which took them a bit to handle.

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They arrived in Inko about half a day later, and they were shocked to see they still needed reinforcements. "As expected, they're really hard stubble," they heard some Voumi folks say.

"I heard a few other villages sent hundreds of people too, one sent more than a thousand."

"So much?" "Why didn't we just attack the other villages? Why this one?"

After all, this was a troublesome satellite. It was far easier—and, theoretically, more fruitful—to just take over the weaker villages which also had elementalists.

"You mean other than the fact that our Lord is vindictive and wanted his revenge?"

This was actually the main reason for the questionable decision to target a strong territory. However, there were also plenty of advantages so the proposal still went through.

"This territory's resources can't be compared to other villages," one said. "For one, the elementalists in other territories yet required a lot of training, this one had them trained already. While troublesome in wars, if we played our cards right then we will receive thousands of good crop.

"I heard they even have goblins!"

"That was true!? No way?"

"It is," another said, nodding. "It's unbelievable but it just makes sense to attack them."

"Many of the territories joining us are also eyeing a lot of their products—like the food, the fabric, and some technology that leaked out. Some allies even agreed not to receive elementalists as long as they got huge stocks of the items from there."

"AH, yes, those sauces! I heard our people who went there to buy were also taken in—suspected as spies!"

Granted, those people didn't have innocent motives when they went to Limestone Valley, but still!

Interestingly, even the Voumi escorts next to them nodded, apparently having access—at some point—to some of the products of this 'Limestone Valley'.

They couldn't enter the arrays, but they did their best at this job because they had a taste of the products and wanted to get more of it.

Sarah and the others felt complicated but they also felt relieved and amazed that there was a territory out there that would require a town and several villages to work together to take them down.

They heaved deep breaths as they entered the array, just hoping for the best.

A part of them was even praying—hoping—that they would fail.

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Limestone Valley, Present.

BANG!

SLAM!

BOOM!

At some point, the Victor-Gurnam battle created a vacuum, clearing a certain area of the easement with just the two of them exchanging fiery blows.

They were fairly evenly matched, especially since Victor was tired after fighting non-stop for half a day before this.

As the two fire users exchanged blows, the Inko people defended themselves, hid behind their slaves, and ordered them around at the same time.

They were not elementalists. They did not want to be accidentally hit by an attack—everyone knew that attacks from elementalists degrade defense much faster than normal attacks! Not everyone could afford Class D Equipment!

"Yes! Kill them! Slaves! Kill them!" some of the aborigines screamed, their pitches annoyingly high in their excitement. This was in stark contrast to the expression of the slaves, who were all apologetic or outright sobbing.

In response, many of the local's had pauses in their attacks which ultimately made openings that would injure them

Anyway, the Inko side was taking advantage of the fact that some of the enemies couldn't bear to make lethal shots to their own slaves!

It was especially tragic when an Inko slave went against a local civilian—who had also been fighting for hours—and had the extra disadvantage of being low-leveled and less trained.

The fight's outcome easily favored the Inko Terrans, and aborigines felt extreme satisfaction when their elementalists beat the enemy's, particularly when their slave apologized all while slashing down to kill.

"KILL! KILL!" they yelled. "Kill them all—"

Whoosh!

Splack!

Whoosh!

His voice was cut off when several arrows—from different directions—ended up on him. In an instant, there was an arrow on his neck, his mouth, and his eyes.

He fell down backward without another word and another breath, and the enemies quickly shut their mouths and took cover. They ordered the slaves to make sure to block every attack heading their way—even at the cost of their lives.

They must be protected. After all, they were not the Lord, and they had to keep ordering these slaves to keep them moving. Otherwise, after defeating an enemy, they might stop!

Anyway, there were elements exploding all over the easements, with more and more people from the enemy side entering from the outside. It was absolute chaos.

Unexpectedly, in the midst of all this, the Victor-Gurnam fight made an odd turn.

Gurnam saw that there were already enough people and chaos, and suddenly stopped his fire, simply entering a defense mode.

Victor narrowed his eyes, wondering if he had ran out of mana.

"I'm going away," Gurnam whispered, but Victor didn't dare to change his pace, attacking to take him down.

He ignored the pain when a burst of fire landed on him. He just gritted his teeth and acted like he didn't feel pain. "Please don't kill them," was he could say. "They're mostly good people."

And finally: "Kill the aborigines first."

Gurnam then turned and ran away, not explaining anymore.

That man was more useful fighting against the aborigines.

While he… he must make sure there was as little death as possible!

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Speaking of the Inko Lord, he had been waiting for the elementalists from Voumi and the opening they created. He wanted to make a grand entrance in a safe time—but who'd have thought they barely breached after half a day!?

Anyway, those elementalists were his last shot and he knew they had to work out if he wanted to win this war.

He also made sure to run amongst the elementalists for maximum cover. They were not his slaves so he could not order them around, but he could ask the Voumi guards who were with them. Fortunately, Voumi still had a number of guards below the level cap to assist him inside the walls!

At the time, his heart was high from the excitement of finally exacting revenge after that humiliating defeat!!

Sad for him, just when he was about to climb, the earth stair he stepped on disappeared. He would later realize that it was among those destroyed by Mao's boulder.

He dropped face first and was unable to recover fast enough to order his slaves to help him out.

This was followed by hundreds of people trying to get into the walls too, and he was stepped on repeatedly, his face pushed deeper and deeper into the soil.

When he pushed himself up, he stood up just in time to witness the deaths of the level 20 Voumi town guards who had camped around the area.

"!!!"

He knew Voumi sent a few a few days back, but he didn't think they'd go down so quickly! He was amazed with the Level 15s just a moment ago!!

He instinctively turned to run but he was met with a fire wall instead.

"About time you got here," the earth user said to a newcomer, heaving deep breaths. "I'm exhausted! I must've lost 10 pounds from that fight!"

"They sent a lot of people," was all Luis said, looking at the Lord with soil on his face. "You needed exercise anyway."

The two elementalists approached him and he felt his body turn cold. He had heard that Limestone Valley's Master had strongmen, but he didn't think their own strongmen would be useless against them!

He requested for so many and Voumi did send a lot—if he still lost this war after all that, that person would definitely have his head!

Despite all the thoughts in his head though, all he could scream was: "Don't kill me!"

The two Terrans looked at each other and then at him, staring at him like he was an idiot.

"Why?"

"Yeah, why ever would we do that?"

"I—I d-d-don't have the token with me!" he yelled without thinking, but when he realized he actually said something smart, his chest puffed up in confidence, his tone changing slightly despite shaking in fear.

"I don't have the token with me," he said. "It's in my territory. I can make an oath to send it to you!"

He just wouldn't say when or how he'd send it. After all, by the time would get back home, maybe the war would already be over, merged with his son, and the token could no longer be given away!

Those few weeks would buy him time to get revenge again!! He'd convince Voumi to help them again, somehow!

Mao rolled his eyes. "Do we look like we care about your poor territory?"

They didn't have the time to deal with idiots—they had no doubt there were people getting injured inside the walls while they listened to this bastard.

So… the next thing this Lord knew, his head was on the ground, looking up at his headless body.

"..."