After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 112

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[Attention to Guia Village! The territory war has begun and will end in 27:59:59 hours.]

Right on time—a loud horn reverberated across every inch of the territory, and every person within the walls immediately got as tense and ready as they could be.

The light of the temporary teleportation array lit up a hundred meters away from the walls. To the locals, it was not unfamiliar as they had been attacked every few months or so, but the Terrans—who had been staring outside some time before the timer stopped—watched in awe.

They had never encountered teleportation arrays before.

There seemed to be some patterns appearing about a hundred meters away from the walls before the counter stopped, and then the patterns abruptly lit up when it did.

It was like shining water suddenly flowing on engraved surfaces on the ground. This was followed by a bright light that projected upwards from these patterns, appearing as if they were curtains that extended to the clouds.

The blinding light lasted for a few seconds and, as soon as it dimmed, the forms of the creatures transported were revealed.

The little things were dense and plenty, surrounding the walls with aggressive faces and their weapons raised up high.

Those who had been standing gallantly over the walls paled at the sight of endless waves of goblins. They were more than they anticipated. They were like ants, ready to eat them whole.

There were thousands and thousands of goblins that showed up at their doorsteps, forming a large formation outside the gates.

Most villages could have a maximum capacity of 20,000. Did they send the whole population to attack?

"They must be receiving help from a larger territory!" Someone yelled, getting a little nervous.

Another one answered him, eyes staying on the approaching killer wave. "Outside assistance during wars is limited. At most, only a thousand or so goblins."

Other than a level cap, only 10% of the average comprehensive strength of the territory since its establishment was allowed to assist in wars.

"Yes, but we are only a few thousand humans in here!"

Not to mention, because the goblin slaves still counted as Population, the humans in the territory were only half of the attacking goblins.

"It doesn’t matter if they are 50,000 or 100,000." Barton said with his low voice as he noticed the momentum wavering. "They are weak and small and they cannot connect with the elements.

"It is a well-known fact that a normal-level human could deal with a handful of goblins without a problem. More importantly, we have prepared well for their attacks.

"There is simply no need to be intimidated."

At the rational voice of their lord, the people once again calmed down. "Right! The lord is wise."

"The lord is wise!"

They once again reminded themselves that humans were much stronger than these rats, not to mention they were in their home territory.

And the lord was very right—they were very well-prepared to go against them! Their pride was already hit by all this effort they had to spend!

It was shameful to still be afraid in this junction!

The soldiers were trained with various martial arts, even support roles like Vanessa and Eagle, and they could indeed handle the weaker goblins with relative ease.

Except from when they formed a damned wave, in which case elemental techniques were indispensable.

Earth users used earth walls to confine the goblins, forming walls above two meters with coordination to each other.

After making sure the walls were stable enough, the soldiers would then throw in things like sleeping powder or paralysis powder (bought from Bart, quite expensive) inside the boxes.

They would simply need to wait until the goblins lose consciousness and they would get scores of goblins.

Fire users use their fires to direct the goblins to their traps, or let them faint in mild heat stroke.

And water users—excited to try out their new skills—used water to temporarily cut off oxygen supply and made them faint.

In fact, the damage to the goblins had been so minimized that they themselves—the soldiers—had more wounds instead.

Some of the goblins noticed this, then they shifted their attacks to the mercenaries and locals of Guia Village.

Who wanted to be humiliated like that by those humans! They’d rather die for their pride!

The soldiers-trying-to-save-them: "..."

Don’t jump into your deaths, damnit!