After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1192: Basset Town Spies
A/N: So in chapter 1184 I mentioned Feb 2025's TOP 3 GT givers. Starting this month, I'll also dedicate a chapter to the top 1 for that month~ Like, if you have any requests (as long as it fits the narrative, ofc), I will do it!
I've been thinking about how to give back to the ones who send out huge amounts of GTs in a month (sometimes, even more than a hundred!), but this is all I can come up with for now xDDD
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Anyway, back to the story~!
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Fargo did not forget to remind them that this enemy, even if it was a 'baby', was a force to be reckoned with.
"Although their levels are weaker, they could come up with strategies that could balance the gap."
"They can use their terrain, their creatures—you name it," he said. He would not be surprised if they did something similar to handle the tens of thousands of forces they sent a few weeks ago.
Sadly, they weren't able to learn much because they lost contact with their spies during the war.
Still, they sent so many. Did Alterra really capture all of them during that time?
It was the reason no new spies had been sent. Lord Bentro refused to believe all that manpower was gone, especially when they were still alive according to his Lord Panel.
In fact, Alterra did not catch every spy during the war—though most of them did show tails trying to cause chaos during that period.
Despite this, the guards captured the rest of them after the war, specifically when the Post Office was built. The spies did not know they were already monitoring Basset Town, so when they sent the messages home in panic, they were quickly captured by the Alterran guards, never to see the outside world again.
"They will also have weapons you cannot imagine."
"Like the one you keep failing to create?" one asked, an arrogant smirk on his face as if he made a smart comment.
"Much better than what you have done in your pitiful life."
"You—"
"My point is: Not to hold back," he said, ignoring him and shifting his gaze to look at the Lord. "Please send the majority of your forces. What could happen? At least you will be more rest assured and the war would also end faster.
"That way, the token wouldn't accidentally bind with someone else."
"There's also the chance the satellites would get attacked," he added, reiterating their timing.
This was the advantage of taking a weaker territory as a satellite. Even if the level was different, the wars were still considered to have happened to the entire group.
According to his investigations, there were a few towns up north who allied and let their poorest subsidiaries attack each other every two weeks, letting them go completely warless for years.
This wasn't a common practice, however, because such a strategy was seen as weak and cowardly. At this, Bentro completely agreed.
Several team captains continued to plan what to do next. For instance, how many people would they send, how many weapons to prepare, what they knew Alterra had, and what they could do.
"But what about those mercenaries and those caravans visiting? What if Alterra asks them for help?" Everyone knew they had a lot of visitors. That was probably a big variable they had to be careful of.
"Not many would interfere. Alterra doesn't have a master city, unlike us."
"Makes sense."
While most people were excited—as if Alterra was already within their grasp—some still felt worried.
"Are we really sending so many forces? In case we lose—"
Majority of the people who'd turn into slaves were the people already there in the vicinity of the war.
If they sent so many people, and if they lost, then they'd lose much of their overall fighting forces.
This earned him a dark look from the Lord. "You think we'll lose?"
"No, milord, but—"
Bang!
In a flash, the man's head fell down. The aura of a level 42 resonated in the surroundings before it retracted again.
Vara chuckled, loving the bloodlust, while everybody else had varying expressions on their faces.
This was one of his advisors, and a lot of people had been vying for his place. While most flinched in shock and fear, there were also those who were smirking.
"We don't need idiots here," the Lord said.
"The Lord is wise."
"Yes, he had always been an idiot."
"A waste of space."
Bentro nodded arrogantly, shifting his eyes to look at the rest of them. His eyes were focused on Fargo though, who turned out to be the main advisor in this case.
"Now, tell everyone the strategy—whatever tricks they had, you better be prepared!"
Fargo's lips twitched upwards and he looked at Vara, whose eyebrows rose.
Alterra was as good as theirs!
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"Get ready for war!"
At this time, several groups of guards were going around the territory doing various preparation works—whether it was collating the resources they would bring, ensuring they had enough weapons, and so on—it seemed like the entire territory had been mobilized.
"Get out of my way!" a guard yelled, kicking a beggar out of his path. The groups passed by without care for the beggar—a common sight in these parts—and headed to where they ought to be.
When the guards disappeared, the beggar slowly sat up again, shakily walking towards an alley, appearing very weak.
The buildings were dense in Basset and there were many blind alleys. The amount of waste and dead bodies found in those spots every few days was disgusting.
As soon as he disappeared from sight though, the beggar's stance became straighter immediately.
"Jerks…" Tambay muttered under his breath, taking out an aether letter along with his much-preserved jerky.
He chose an alley that had just been cleaned by the slave cleaners. He had lived in Alterra for so long, that he had also become a bit squeamish.
Tambay chewed on his jerky as he wrote down on the large piece of parchment. This aether letter would be sent to a teammate who rented a house and had a messenger bird on him.
'Tell Alterra, War is coming' he said in the letter. 'And it looks like they're not holding back.'
