After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1944

Chapter 1944: Dealing with Trebuchets (Part 1)

A similar situation was happening to Zaol’s side, though in his case he also had a few more assistants, so the enemies only managed to land a few hits, none of which had been close to taking down anything, except for the loose sentries. Those were too far away to defend effectively.

Zaol was not an elementalist, but he was a relatively skilled level 55 spearman. He fought against the most powerful level 54 and a level 45 enemy guarding the trebuchet. One of them was a bald man with a perennial sneer on his face, and was also someone Zaol knew.

Meanwhile, his assistants, including some of Mettheo’s guards and cronies with him, defended against the others.

"Who’d have thought we’d meet here?" The level 54 fighter, Kalbo, sneered as he barraged him with his attacks, getting his underlings to attack the old man from other angles to distract him.

He might be a level lower than Zaol, but he, as a warrior by profession, consumed fewer aether crystals. Hence, his foundations were more solid at his level.

Kalbo was one of the strongmen from Hassen City. He was not a top powerhouse, but he gained his level through fighting, so he was technically more powerful than many people at his level.

Sometimes, he’d also be sent to Bleulle to handle Blu trade, and the bastard had never let a visit pass by when he mentioned Zinnia’s "death". It was simply built on the belief that she really was gone.

The thought angered Zaol again, and his attacks became sharper and sharper.

[Tremor Wave]

[Crescent Sweep]

Kalbo gritted his teeth, pushing forward, and he did push Zaol back, pushing the older man into a defensive stance.

"You had a higher level than I do, but you don’t nearly fight as much. Not to mention there are two of us," he said. On cue, a blade appeared from behind, and Zaol turned around to defend against it. Zaol also had teammates around him, but they were busy with their own enemies, so he knew that he was really two-against-one in his case.

Kalbo thought it was finally his chance to make a hit, raising his weapon to slash the bastard’s neck. Unexpectedly, it didn’t go through at all!

Clank!

At this moment, one of Zaol’s protection charms broke, and it was a sacrifice Zaol was willing to take to get rid of enemies.

SLASH!

Zaol’s blade pushed through the level 45 bastard, properly distracted because he, too, thought that Zaol was about to be defeated.

The next thing he knew, he was thrown smack into one of the projectiles just fired by a nearby trebuchet.

BAM!

It not only stopped the projectile, but also got rid of an enemy.

A dwarven trebuchet, like elementalist attacks, had special penetration effects that also reduced the effectiveness of aether. This meant a direct hit was practically lethal, especially for a level 45 who had been stabbed deeply.

Kalbo gritted his teeth, knowing full well this ally was already a goner.

Zaol’s face remained impassive, his swing moving relentlessly as if he would never get tired. Kalbo’s jaw was clenched, but he also gave it his all, no longer caring about conserving energy or whatnot.

He underestimated this bastard.

How could he know that Zaol, who had indeed been a little dependent on Aether crystals back then (though a lot less compared to fellow City high nobles), had been training vigorously since he landed in Alterra?

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