After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1266: Terrans of Basset Town!
However, these shields were not invincible, and the rate of their destruction wouldn't match the rate of their creation back in the factories. It was still best to stop them from shooting.
Fargo had an answer to that, too.
While they watched the shields slowly create a path for his mobs, Fargo formed a cone with his ability, ordering several slaves to stand in front of him.
"Spread out," he said. "Make sure every area is covered."
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The slaves' faces were pale, but they followed unconditionally anyway.
Fargo watched them spread out to different areas but mixed with other people. They wore the exact same clothing, too, so among the mobs, they were not easy to distinguish.
He sneered and looked at Alterra's side, who was still showering them with cannonballs. "HEY! ALTERRA!" he screamed. "Don't you find these slaves interesting?!"
The Alterrans didn't know what he was on about and just continued attacking until elements flew out, some of which even deflected the cannons.
Terrans.
"I'VE HIDDEN THEM AMONG THE CROWDS," he yelled. "ARE YOU SURE YOU STILL WANT TO SHOOT RANDOMLY!?"
Sure, Alterra no longer discriminated whether the enemy was a slave or not. But would that still be the case if they were facing Terrans?
At this, while it didn't completely stop the attacks, certain cannons really did stop, and there were some hesitant attacks among the archers.
It didn't happen everywhere though. It seemed that unless a direct order from a higher up was sent, the team captains would have the prerogative to decide what to do.
In some areas, the attacks remained relentless. Coincidentally, it was the area with the most number of elementalists, too.
When rains of arrows from Alterra's side targeted this group, three earth elementalists appeared in front of them, forming a relatively sturdy wall that shielded them and everyone behind them.
One of these men was a man named Baison, and he led the earth users in the group.
Baison's territory fell about six months ago after being defeated by a territory Northeast of them. He had managed to survive for a long time with his brother, and they fought valiantly for as long as they could.
It helped a lot that his brother was a veteran, but how long could they hold on?
Sadly, their home still fell under the hands of aborigines and he never saw his brother again after that.
It was horrible, he went from owner to owner and lived like a dog. He cleaned up after people and, when he wasn't fast enough, feces could even be thrown at him.
Men several levels stronger than him would beat him up for fun. One day, he just had enough and ended up exploding by accident. As a slave, he could not attack his owners, so his anger was manifested by earth spikes appearing around him, as if to defend himself from them.
They found out he was an elementalists (the Lord apparently not caring enough to check before) and he was sold at a high price in a Town, which was Basset Town.
He thought everything finally changed then because he realized that there were about a hundred of Terrans there! Even if they were slaves, at least they were together… right?
It was amazing. They didn't think he'd be able to work closely with a Terran before. Moreover, because they were all elementalists, their treatments had become much better and they now had their own beds and had at least one meal (albeit from the System restaurant) a day.
A few people were even familiar and he even met one from the same territory before. There was no sign of his brother, but he firmly believed that he'd be fine wherever he was.
Of course they were still slaves in the end, so there was still a sense of heavy unease.
Until that man appeared: Fargo.
While every Terran was enslaved and insecure, that man arrived walking side by side with the locals—as if they had similar statuses!
He was also strong, far stronger than any Terran he knew. Even when he lacked limbs, he somehow learned to adjust and use his ability to move like normal. The man stood proud despite everything, and for a while they admired him, followed what he asked.
Those who were experts in Terrans were happy to be of service as soon as he asked of them. The happiest ones were the engineers and the scientists. When they never saw them again, they didn't even question, thinking they were busy with their experiments.
At the time, they saw hope. Maybe with one of them gaining the aborigines' favor, perhaps a better life was waiting for all of them!
However, soon they'd find out that Fargo was no less evil than the aborigines!
He treated them no better than the locals—as mere tools to use. Worse, because he knew their potential, he was even harsher.
He witnessed him killing a brethren himself—just because he refused him! Even if he was punished later for 'wasting stock', it still stuck in their hearts.
Anyway, that bitterness had no place in this fight. He was ordered to do his best in this fight, and that was what he would do.
He and his teammates were in charge of creating earth shields and projectiles to assist their side. Their training was harsh and inhuman. They were asked to maintain the use of their elements for as long as possible, despite feeling half-dead after that.
Soon, hanging on for at least half a day of using elements was a condition to even have a meal. Otherwise, they'd even get punished.
Many people died during this time, but even Fargo didn't seem too regretful. "There should still be a few million Terrans here and there," he told the aborigine guards. "A few wouldn't be too much of a loss."
Baison shook the memory away, focusing on the battle at hand. He stomped on the ground and a small boulder floated up. The others did this, and they sent the projectiles over to the battlement, too
As earth users, it was energy consuming to throw it with a lot of force, so the technique was to make them float high above the targets and let gravity do the rest of the work.
BANG!
BANG!
It landed on the battlement, targeting the people there.
The people there…
Terrans.
Brethren.
While his body and powers continuously aimed to attack, his heart was hurt.
Why did they have to do this!?
Why did they have to help the enemies hurt their own kind!?
