After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 108

The Goblins were quite small, the largest one was only as tall as their thighs. They had green skins, long noses, and pointed ears.

When they looked closer, they could also see that they had pointed fingers, narrow eyes, and rough skins.

But what struck the soldiers the most was their state of being: they were ossified from hunger, with countless scars everywhere on their skin, their green flesh further covered by fresh and dried blood.

The creatures were currently being dragged by their cruel captors, blood stamping their steps, and marks of heavy abuse visible in their emaciated bodies.

Some were hopeless and soulless creatures, while there were few who had bright eyes and fighting spirit.

Whatever it was, how could the sight sit well with the soldiers?

"They’re goblin slaves bought from other territories." They overheard someone near them mention to his companion. "I heard they were bought for a very high price."

"What’s up with the sudden purchase though? Did the demand for iron increase?"

"Who knows…"

They couldn’t help but look at the goblin getting dragged, marks of blood following their footsteps. Garan frowned, his gut was telling him something troublesome was about to happen.

His attention was brought back to the sorry sights when a tottering old goblin met with a harsh whip from the guard. "Get moving!!" He yelled, throwing his whip again, not just hitting the one goblin but every one around it.

The goblins screamed in pain but they dragged their bodies regardless.

Garan and the others clenched their fists in anger. More expressive ones like Luis had their faces contorted in lividity and indignance.

Although they were soldiers, they had lived in a fair, peaceful world. Their special teams were basically the only soldiers who still encountered real danger every few months, and it was only due to rare insurgents and criminal gangs.

It was a very rare sight, even for them, to see an intelligent being abusing another to such a degree, so openly, and without remorse.

But they did not move, still knowing their place.

But holding back definitely hurt their bodies, their livers, their heads. Sam even felt like he would have an aneurysm if this went on.

A sudden yell sounded then, pulling them away from drowning in helpless self-pity. "Hey! Come back here!!" One of the slave drivers yelled at the top of his lungs, pudgy arms pointing at their direction.

Soon they realized that one goblin seemed to have escaped. It was going to their side.

"Stop him!" The slave driver yelled pointing at their group.

But none of Garan did anything and they pretended as if they didn’t hear anything.

Eagle even blocked the way a little as if by accident. "What are you doing?" The slave driver asked with a menacing look on his face.

"Oh, what happened? I was just standing here peacefully…" Eagle answered, nonchalant. Veins popped in the slave driver’s head but he didn’t have the time to argue. He simply pushed him to the side, but Eagle was not moved.

The slave driver narrowed his eyes but knew this wasn’t the time for this skirmish. Instead, he stepped away, cursing, promising himself he’d deal with this bastard after he got that damned goblin!

But when he moved, Eagle did too.

"YOU!"

Eagle looked absolutely confused. "You told me to move."

The escaped goblin was baffled as he sat, but he quickly got up and continued to run.

The slave drivers glared at them and seeing they were standing still, he raised his hand to hit him with his weapon. "This will teach y–"