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

He gritted his teeth and whipped his head at the slaves. "Attack him!" he yelled, "Everyone!"

"Citizens, step over the slaves if you have to!"

At this, the mob of people started running towards Garan. With sheer numbers, it was impossible for Garan to freeze them and it was also impossible for him to stab them all!

Eagle and the others wanted to go there, but then Garan created a narrow ice platform at least three meters high, lifting himself up.

The two ice shards remained in the lower elevation though, attacking indiscriminately, causing most enemies there to run away.

On the other hand, the slaves were forced by the orders to keep attacking regardless of their lives. However, merely touching the ice pillar could cause painful frostbite!

The ice shards started rotating at a larger radius, farther away from the slaves and towards the actual citizens.

"DAMNIT!"

"Get away!"

"ORCSHIT!"

The citizens instinctively wanted to run away, of course, though they ended up heading straight to the other enemies or towards the walls, where they'd be taken out by someone else!

Killic wanted to curse.

SOMEONE STOP THIS GUY ALREADY!!

...

Meanwhile, while their captain was doing his best, the rest of them naturally weren't holding back. Garan was literally in the middle of the crowd while they had their backs covered in contrast. It would be a shame to kill less than he did!

As the war went on for another half an hour, and the Alterra guards realized that some of the enemy's injured would go to the back of the crowd, and some of them would return relatively recovered.

Curious, someone in the battlement sent an aether letter to the observatory to check what was going on, and they received news a minute later.

Apparently, the injured elites would run back a certain distance and they would receive some health and mana potions from a line of slaves. Their equipment would also likely be replaced.

"They seem to have a line of supply from the array to the battlefield," someone reported. They had directed their large observatory in the direction of the array, eventually getting a clear view amidst all of the chaos.

There was, apparently, a line of slaves who were passing resource after resource to the front lines, stopping just beyond the scope of the sentries.

This was definitely Fargo's idea, and they definitely prepared warehouses-full of resources for this war.

However, that didn't matter. Alterrans were confident their production lines was far superior than these guys'! This was their pride.

It didn't mean they'd make this easier for them though~

The enemy thought they were being subtle, but since they had a clearer view of where the supply line was, they could just send more bombed paper balloons their way.

The bombs were just village-level bombs, but it was enough! They'd be happy as long as they disrupted another one of the enemy's (especially Fargo's) plans!

...

Killic himself left to get potions, too. Healing potions could indeed help with the thawing of his foot and soon he got back near the battlefield without limping anymore.

Before he could think of another way to attack, however, a new team approached them.

"You still haven't breached?" a voice asked from the side, making Killic turn in his direction. The voice was very arrogant, and it angered him even more.

"If you had shown up earlier and not hide like a coward," he spat. "Then things would've been much better for us."

This was Pol, one of Basset's top fire elementalists. He was a level 32 one, and was known to be quite proficient with his element. With some talent came arrogance of course.

Sadly, although Killic had a much higher level than Pol, the fact that he was an elementalist past level 30 easily leveled their statuses.

"The strong ones are there to push at the cracks, not create them."

"That doesn't make any sense."

Pol shrugged and looked at the man guarding tens of meters all by himself. The rest of the enemies were concentrated elsewhere. If anyone looked at it, it was obvious that the weak spot was that lone guy who was not even level 30.

Sure, he was a rare ice user—a powerful one—but his level was lower than Pol's and he had an element known to counter it. Considering he had a team, there was no way he'd lose to this bastard.

"This my target," he said, looking at Killic's team. "Since you're so afraid to lead, then I'd handle it."

"GET RID OF THEM!" Pol yelled, and soon his group of level 25s and above lunged towards Garan, with Pol's arms exploding with fire.

Seeing that the enemies were finally attacking, Garan was a little relieved.

This had indeed been taking so long. His task was to get rid of major threats that could pierce through this sector, which was obviously this group of people.

It was not that he believed he could defeat them by himself. However, a fight was inevitable, and delaying it was simply consuming their energy, resources, and time.

It was better to start while the enemy's momentum was low. At the same time, it was too dangerous for his side to go far from the walls. Hence, the fight turned to a pseudo-standstill where the enemies would send a few people, especially slaves, to attack, but wouldn't initiate an all-out war.

Now that they were finally attacking, they could finally get it over with.

Garan had been wanting to finish this for a long time—just so he could focus on closely protecting his family.

While Althea was there and they had placed superior defense for the elders' families, he couldn't rest assured unless he was with them.

Knowing Fargo, they were definitely targeting the Elders—especially his family. Speaking of that bastard, he had been reduced to a cockroach that was moving around, but inevitably would be stepped on as soon as he was found.

Garan hadn't seen him yet, but that man would definitely not live through this war—he swore to it.

In any case: Just the thought of people aiming to hurt his family made his blood boil.

It was just that he knew what had to be done, and that was to deal with these bastards before he could think of going back inside. Otherwise, he'd put them in more danger by making the walls vulnerable.

"Ready!" he bellowed as a fire user appeared in front of him.

His team all shifted formation, preparing for what should be the final battle in this area.