After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 115

The group found the rest of the team about an hour later.

At this time, the soldiers were dining in a clearing, some distance away from the captives. They were talking about where to release the little things.

"Where do we leave them?"

After all, living them here in the human territory would be no different than leaving them back in Guia.

"Er… do Goblins even have their own safe territory?"

"There should, right? How else would they wage war with other villages?"

"Oh, that makes sense. Do you know where this place is, then?"

They looked at each other and turned to Gaudi, who also shook his head. He had never been out of a couple of human settlements, how could he get out of the human territory?

Garan thought for a while and sighed, "I think we should just leave them in a more difficult terrain to find. At the very least, they have good digging capabilities so we can give them a good chance to survive and escape."

The team nodded. They’d already done more than enough for the creatures. They weren’t even expecting any thanks!

Before they could finalize their plans, however, everyone whipped their heads in a direction, bodies tense and guarded.

"Trouble! Trouble!!" A yell quickly approached them. It felt like a breeze arrived and a figure appeared when it died out.

It was Loki, a soldier with mutated wind abilities that allowed him to spy on people several levels higher. He was pale and had a grave expression on his face.

"They want to kill us! An order from the lord!" He said with greeted teeth, and the rest looked alarmed at the news.

The others’ backs straightened and they frowned, indignant. "What? How come? We got them fair and square."

Garan raised his hand. "Calm down. We should’ve known it would be like this." He paused. "We just take advantage of… the terrain."

Indeed…, they were no goblins, but they also had some skills.

…

A few hours later, the group watched as the enemies fell into the trap, now with cloth on their faces.

Don’t look at them so much weaker than these guys in level, but the breadth of survival and fighting knowledge imbued in their heads was enough to deal with stronger opponents if used well.

They didn’t kill the cronies, but they did hang them upside down. They didn’t tie them too tightly either, in case of monsters getting near.

They didn’t worry beyond this, as these people were quite strong in level. They should be able to handle village-level monsters with relative ease.

Satisfied with the state of the men, the group turned back to the group of captives. They just sat there and peacefully ate their soup.

Garan was surprised that they were so well-behaved.

After all, this was the very same group of creatures who were crazily attacking like rabid dogs not too long ago.

Garan observed them a bit more, wondering if they were acting.

Interestingly, it seemed that amongst some of the goblins they saved, that little guy who ran away back then seemed to have a relatively high position among the goblins.

Garan knew this because the goblin was being surrounded by goblins with humble body language.

They also seemed to be enjoying the barbeque doused with his special sauce very much.

Garan walked to this group of higher-ups. "You seem to be fine like this?" He asked, good-natured, but was ready for a surprise attack any time.

The goblins remained in their place.

The goblins seemed to still not want to talk to them (which was funny because they had sauce on their lips), but at least there wasn’t any life-or-death aggressiveness. It was something he was very curious about.

It was an old goblin next who spoke, explaining to him. "Goblins have a special ability, and it is not limited to stones. It just so happened that it was the most practical application of the ability."

The old green creature paused and looked at Garan, who was trying to figure out what he meant. "Another facet of this ability is to detect the breath of our brethren, and also the type of breath.

"Breath? Type of breath?"