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

Limestone Valley

It had been more than two weeks since the last war, and it wasn’t a surprise that one of the three territories got attacked again.

This time, Limestone Valley was targeted.

Unlike most, this team attacked during the night, opting to deal with the monsters first. If a territory was confident in its strengths, this was the smarter move.

This strategy would first allow them to escape the most debilitating heat—heat that could damage and reduce their numbers even before they could get inside the enemy walls.

And then, if they were strong enough, they would defeat the mobs and consume them, eating their meat and drinking their blood, reenergizing themselves for the inevitable war.

Inko Village had always been an expert in wars within their tier and they had hardly lost. This was highlighted during the previous win against an interesting village called Juno Village, wherein they barely lost anyone except maybe a few people.

Interesting because they earned a lot from that village! They really didn’t expect it. Sometime when they were selling their slaves, someone from the town lord’s side approached them, asking them where they got their slaves.

They answered honestly and he also offered to sell the lord token there.

He managed to sell it for a whopping 4000 gold from it! Normally, that kind of small village with minimal resources wouldn’t get a fraction of that!

The buyer also offered to buy all his remaining slaves from that place. While it was regrettable that they had already sold more than half of the slaves when he was approached, he still got great prices for the rest of them!

This was why Inkitt, Inko Village’s lord, went all this way. He naturally left his token to his son back home. But the reason he ventured out himself was because they needed to really win this place.

Not only were they dying of hunger, but also because he knew this place had the same type of people Juno had! Who knew how much this one would sell! Definitely several folds more expensive!

Anyway, with him—a rare level 20—along with a few others beyond the level cap clearing the monster mob that came to them with not much losses.

Next up: Taking down that village!

In their investigation, they found out that Limestone Valley was a cornucopia with great resources—whether it was food, water, humans, and even goblins!

It was the perfect place to attack that they—one of the peak level 3 villages in the region—could choose.

With the current resources—both human and food—dwindling, they had to choose wisely!

In theory, they were right!

They waited patiently in a safe area as the village was attacked by mobs. They would wait until they were weakened or, better yet, defeated by the mob, before they would swoop in.

When it did not seem to fall due to the mobs, they didn’t worry about it too much. They believed those people must’ve been plenty weakened at this time.

Their thousands of slaves immediately attacked as soon as the last monster was dealt with, intending to swoop in and take advantage of weakness.

If they had done this to most other villages, this could’ve indeed worked—as it always had through the years of various extreme weather changes.

However, they were against Limestone Valley.

Half a day after they attacked, their previous confidence had plummeted.

”Why don’t they run out of weapons?” One asked, looking at the brightening sky. They had been here the entirety of the dark hours and they still hadn’t successfully breached it!

Not many slaves had managed to climb up the walls. With their small numbers, there was no doubt they had been dealt with already.

”Where do they get these weapons?” One asked their scout. ”Didn’t you say they were also limited?”

Naturally, they sent spies before attacking, though only one managed to get out alive due to the heat.

They investigated their forces and the number of guards. They couldn’t stay too long because of their rush, but there was no report of their endless supply of weapons at all!

”How would I know?” the scout said, equally confused. The other spies next to him were also shocked.

Indeed, how would they know Alterra had been sending a constant supply of weapons and resources via the warehouse?

Since the announcement of wars, the entire guard team had been armed to the teeth.

There was no way for the Inko Villagers to know this, and therefore they were gravely blindsided.

Inside the walls, Benny watched as the people fell down one by one the 3 meter walls.

The guards inside were watching the intruders closely, even those who got inside were dealt with not too far from the walls.

Kyle attacked those who managed to get inside. However, he didn’t kill them. Unless they were extremely vehement in hurting others, they would be spared. It was both from his own morals, and also because it was an order.

Henry, now holding a crutch, watched all of this. He watched as humans fought against fellow humans, and he also saw how most of these enemies were weak and helpless, having no other choice but to fight for survival.

He felt sad for them and angry at the situation they were put in. Whether it was due to their lord’s orders or out of desperation, they needn’t die such hopeless deaths.

So… he put out the order not to kill unless necessary.

An arguably stupid and risky decision, but he kept by it.

Henry actually wasn’t so kind and soft—he was once a General, after all.

It was just that he received news about what had happened in Alterra. Or more specifically, what happened to his grandchild…

He wanted to do more good, hoping to get good karma for the unborn child.

Not far away, a couple of goblins admired what was happening. ”So kind?” A little one asked.

They were currently hiding behind buildings, looking out and watching the war.

They were worried at first but as time went on everyone relaxed a bit. They were not required to fight, but they also would receive contribution points if they did.

While they watched, a sudden voice suddenly sounded behind them.

”What are you doing here?”

The goblins flinched, bodies curling a bit as if they would get hit.

The person was Benny, who had just gone to replenish his supplies. He passed by a shortcut to see the little green critters hiding near the walls and watching what was happening.

”Does it look like I’ll hit you?”

”Well, I won’t,” he said, just taking out his new iron weapon because there was another breach nearby.

The person walked away and the goblins continued to watch, particularly as Benny slashed at the enemies but did not kill them. ”They’re really just capturing them.”

”We know they probably wouldn’t be slaves. Not the kind we know of, anyway.”

Ussu, one of the leading goblins there, saw that more and more enemies had gotten through. They weren’t ready to fight yet, not when they weren’t required, but they were out because they had tasks at hand: Expand the tunnels!

”Continue working!” he said, turning away from the show and to their assigned areas.

They were asked to work only at night, which they appreciated, how could they waste it by watching?

Not once was anyone called to just give their lives. No one was thrown as needless sacrifice. All the deaths were honorable, done fighting for the territory, for what they wanted.

Soon, Limestone Valley would win yet another war, and they had never seen such a kind one.