After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1270: Hunting Them Down
More and more seige shields and more and more people went through the array, adding to the already intimidating sea of enemies Alterra was going against.
However, not once had Alterrans faltered. While many admittedly did show some heart towards the enemy elementalists, it was not enough to put their lives in danger.
The cannons continued to fire, the sentries continued to pierce, the arrows continued to rain, and elements continued to fly.
Every second, dozens of enemies would be hit. Even if they didn't die, their companions were unlikely to help them out, ultimately leaving them to their deaths.
Their focus was one thing: To get through the walls, no matter what. For slaves, it was an order; for others, it was for survival.
After all, there were a lot more hiding places within the territory walls and, to win the war, the defense was more likely to focus on keeping the people outside rather than hunting down those who had already gotten inside.
And so, about an hour after the beginning of the war, several tens of thousands of people pushed to enter, many of whom tried to jump over the walls using the siege shields.
The shields took time to destroy (considering the priority to attack was the people), and this fact was definitely maximized by Basset to guard their own skins.
In any case, the tense situations everywhere prevented many people from joining the hunt for the breaches.
Speaking of breaches, the men ran as fast as they could, passing through the various pathways without looking back.
They were among the last to escape through the streets. They shivered when they recalled the screams of the people behind them. It was obvious that reinforcements—strong ones—had arrived.
They did not dare to pause even for a second. Not only because they were afraid the enemy powerhouses would catch up to them, but also because they were being rained by arrows from the balconies.
Worse? The people hiding in their houses were damned noisy!!
"They're here! They're here!"
"GUARDS!"
"THE BUGS ARE HERE!"
"DOESN'T ANYONE OF YOU HAVE FLARES?!"
"NO! WE ONLY HAVE OUR MOUTHS!"
At this, many people yelled at the top of their lungs.
"HEEEEERRREEEE!" they screeched, and one would wonder if their throat went out with that scream.
The aborigines wanted to strangle them. So badly.
Weren't these bastards afraid of being targetted!?
That said, as much as they wanted to climb up those balconies and rip people's throats, they had a mission they had to prioritize.
The goal was to get to their assigned places and, if the opportunity had not yet arrived, then it was to find hiding places nearby those pertinent areas, waiting for their chance to strike.
However, as the seconds ticked by— as they passed street after street, as they took turn after turn—and the arrows still kept coming, panic slowly took root. "Orcshit—"
When are they gonna find a hiding place?
Did this place have eyes everywhere?!
Of course, they had the option of taking down the noisy bastards (which they truly wanted to do) and then taking over their homes to hide in them.
However, considering how monitored they were, it was only a matter of time before they'd be found.
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There was also the option of entering a direct conflict with the guards in case that happened.
Perhaps, if it was an hour ago, they'd dare do this.
However, after getting mobbed by Alterrans earlier, they knew even the low-level ones were troublesome.
Even if they were twice the person's level, there was also a chance the person had good equipment and even protection charms!
In that case, those few seconds' delay could very well mean death when their powerhouses appeared.
First of all, were protection charms so easy to come by now? They knew they existed in Alterra (it was one of the things they were greedy for), but they came far and few in between, and distributed mostly through the contribution points store.
Another, how strong were Alterra's powerhouses?
Did they hire more without their knowledge? Still, they should not be able to hire too many and excessively power people. It was just that since Basset targetted an area to attack, it was likely the enemy's forces were also concentrating in these parts in response.
Anyway, if they engaged in a fight now, it was more likely they'd just be found and mobbed again!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Arrows continued to rain down on them, a lot of which were actually hitting them.
They were moving very quickly. For their level, they were just blur in the eyes of weaklings. However, because the interior streets were narrow, it wasn't difficult to predict where to shoot next.
There were plenty of shooters and, because much of their equipment had been damaged when they were showered with attacks earlier (a lot of which were elemental), some arrows ended up finally destroying their equipment, actually causing damage to them.
"Damnit!" one of the men cursed as he felt an arrow embed in his shoulder. He was a level 23, and this meant the arrow was from a Class D weapon, at least.
It hurt like heck!
Those bastards!
He swore, after they won this war, he'd go back and strangle those people himself!
"Where's Boss?" he asked, gritting his teeth as they ran. He also cut the body of the arrow as he did so, making sure the injury wouldn't get worse..
"Probably heading to his designated spot," another said. Each of them was assigned targets to look for (and torture). Their system maps of Alterra were also updated by their spies.
While the areas the spies accessed were limited, the details were enough for the attackers to have an idea about where the important places were.
He was on the same team as the boss, and their assignment was: Attack Bunkers. This bunker was where the children—including the children of a few elders—were.
However, before he could even think of his next move, his body suddenly jolted in pain.
"AHH!" he screamed as he lost balance, falling down to the tiled ground, hitting his face.
"Oi, what's going on!?" one of his companions yelled, looking back to check by instinct.
However—
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
He barely avoided an arrow heading straight to his face. "AH! Leave him! We can't stay here!"
"Go, go!"
"This isn't the time—GO!"
The rest of the team kept running, not caring for the one they left behind.
The man on the ground shivered as he tried to stand up, feeling more and more arrows hit him. However, these new arrows on him weren't nearly as painful as the first one.
It was then that he realized that the pain was from the arrow wound. Poison!!
It was here that the arrows stopped. He could no longer feel his limbs. His eyes turned red in anger, but he couldn't do anything as he heard several footsteps approach him.
"You really got him, Kimmy!"
"Miss Althea's potions can work wonders even at that level!"
"But Miss Kimmy's marksmanship is really impressive—how can you target so accurately with that blur?!"
"Kill him already," the woman said. "He's past level 20, who knows if he suddenly moves."
This made a few people squeal and, the next thing the Basset Mercenary knew, there was nothing.
He was dead.
