After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 113

This went on for hours on end. There were piles and piles of corpses on the ground, adding layer after layer as time went on.

Especially the goblins who, if no longer moving, would most definitely be dead.

Although some teams did try capturing goblins, the little things went insane when they realized their plans. The goblins’ suicidal attacks went wilder, resolute to die than be captured.

Who could blame them? Living as a slave was indeed a life worse than death.

But… the Terrans couldn’t exactly announce they were there to save them, right?

It was this point, along with the stark contrast amongst human corpses, that alerted Garan. Some only had a lethal wound or two, while the others were completely unrecognizable—butchered, skinned, or anything similarly gruesome. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

It was one thing to succumb (well, relatively) when caught, but the attack style seemed a bit different.

He noticed that goblins killed most people quickly when they could. But there were certain people who were particularly miserable.

For example, there were people like the slave drivers who died a very gruesome death. Their eyes were poked and their bodies stabbed thousands of times. From their faces plastered with expressions of agony, he could tell they suffered a lot while breathing before finally given the luxury of dying.

For instance, the man who whipped the old goblin and went after the escapee was particularly horrid-looking. His body was dismembered, the bones and sinew visible from their angle.

Luis vomited, some splatter landed on Gill’s shoes.

"Shame." Gill frowned in disgust, resuming the task at hand.

They also noticed that the goblins didn’t seem to have much aggressiveness for them, bypassing them directly increasingly often.

This did not affect their progress though, if anything it accelerated their progress. It could be said a good part of the attackers were caught by them.

It was just that their ropes and medicine were running out, and it was estimated they would have to stop soon, lest they lost everything instead.

Not long after they heard a wave of screams coming inside in territory. Many of the humans around looked at each other in puzzlement.

"What’s going on?!"

The yells got louder and more pronounced and many people outside who weren’t dealing with goblins ran to the gate to see what the heck was going on.

As if hearing their questions, the screams became louder and more lucid, and they soon had an idea what was going on inside the walls.

"GOBLINS!"

"The slaves! They’ve escaped!!!"

Curious, a couple of wind users lifted themselves up to the battlement, seeing the chaos within.

Apparently, the newly-caught hundreds of goblin slaves inside had somehow escaped from imprisonment.

They were now fighting with the main force within the walls, increasing the chaos, taking another set of human lives.

Over half of the forces had now gone outside the walls. No one expected an attack from the inside.

"KILL THEM!!"

"Don’t let them deeper into the territory!"

If these green rats managed to get to the mines and set the thousands of goblin slaves inside free, then they would really be in trouble.

Could things get any worse?

As if hearing their question, the ground near the gates suddenly shook, and so did their hearts.