After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 396

He saw that the humans had resumed the fight and Gochi immediately shook his head of the distracting thoughts. It was shameful to be saved by the masters, and so many times!

Immediately, he lunged and attacked a nearby monster. It was around his level, but he was unafraid.

He raised his hand and his claws transformed, becoming lethally sharp.

[Used Swipe (E)! -2 Mana]

[Used Swipe (E)! -2 Mana]

He jumped at an odd angle and used his tail to keep his balance. He landed smoothly on the monster’s nose—showing great control over his body. His hands moved fast as he continuously landed hit after hit.

[Used Grab (E), -5 Mana]

With a swift slash of his arm, he stabbed its eye to its brain. He then pulled it out, its brains dragged out of its head.

[Killed! Orgoi (Lvl 13)! +370 Experience, +370 Copper!]

If humans needed 5 trained men to deal with a beast of the same level, orcs could take on one on his own or even two.

In terms of physical strength, half-orcs were a bit weaker than pureblood orcs but they had bigger brains, so they might not necessarily be weaker in battle.

Heaving a deep breath, Gochi watched as the humans bravely stood against the mob, head-on. He watched as they killed off the monster without even looking at him for help.

Before, when there were mobs, there was no lack of humans—mostly nobles and rich citizens as they were ordered to save nobles during battle. In these cases, the nobles and rich humans often yelled for them to come and save them, even if it meant they had to let themselves get slashed on the way there.

However, he noticed that while the Alterans often looked to his and the others’ direction, including his direction, it was not to ask for help. In contrast, their stares were inquisitive with traces of concern.

It was as if to check… if he was alright.

He didn’t know how to absorb the changes so he simply did what he had done best: Fighting.

He quickly ran to another monster, raising his arms up high, stabbing the monster at its weak spots.

He did this over and over, killing as many as he could, hopefully as fast—if not faster—than the others.

He was determined to be impressive. They treated him more than just a meat shield, so he must show them that they weren’t wrong to do so.

…

The fight ended half an hour later, with them panting a bit due to the sheer number of the mob. "That was easily a hundred right?"

Even Cassandra’s level 20 guards got tired. To be fair though, that was a mob with leaders over level 10. They might be so much weaker individually, but together they would really be able to take their lives if they weren’t careful.

"That was a strong mob, I thought there should only be level 8s around?" Gill asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Well, while it’s rare, it’s not unheard off. It seems that some stronger monsters do occasionally go to the areas of weaker territories, usually if it is a new area as if to check it." The aborigine explained, "This is rare, usually monsters didn’t bother with weak aether."

Gill and the others looked at each other worriedly, hoping no such mobs found Altera. Of course, Altera’s strong wall could defend it, but there might still be losses.

They sighed, knowing what they could do was just get back and help.

Before they proceeded, Gill went to Gochi to acknowledge his large contribution. He patted the man’s shoulders—a few inches above his by the way—and nodded coolly.

"Good job."

This made the half-orc flinch and look down in shyness. "...thank you, master."

Gill shook his head. "I told you. We don’t keep slaves. Just companions," he said, and looking at the glazed look, his lips twitched upwards. "You’ll see."

Gill didn’t say anymore and turned away, heading back to the front of the party to lead the movements.

Gochi watched the leader’s back, still with the same dazed look.

A companion?

He had heard this several times now, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

It didn’t help that from the corner of his eyes, he could see the guards from Ferrol looking at them weirdly.

He bent down his head by instinct.

Indeed, that was how people looked at them, at best. This was already very kind. The looks he was used to receiving were either derision or disgust from common folk and perverted looks from the rich people who could afford to buy them.

Anyway, the group traveled a few more hours, dealing with mobs that were, fortunately, weaker… and sparser.

"We hadn’t encountered a mob for almost an hour now," an aborigine said, and a nearby Alteran soldier answered with a shrug.

"Altera probably cleaned up," Mao said, "Poor guys probably had to travel a bit to get mobs now."

Cassandra’s guards just blinked and looked at each other. Mao didn’t bother explaining more, as he was already thinking of what food to buy at this time.

The group walked further and eventually, they could see a massive wall not too far away.

As they approached, the Aborigines couldn’t help but look at the five-meter wall in surprise. "I didn’t know there was such a big town he—

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