NOVPUBAt this time, the rest of the Golds and Gregor were still fighting along the walls.
Aside from those stationed at specific points of the walls, each powerhouse covered thousands of meters in its jurisdiction. Whenever an enemy got too close and the battlement guards had trouble handling them, they would do their best to rush over.
There was a new batch of mercenaries who had been trying to head inside.
According to the reports from various sectors, there were teams of mercenaries trying to enter through several points. They targeted the spots that didn't have a powerhouse at that time.
In those cases, if the flare was lit, they'd rush hundreds, if not thousands, of meters from where they stood. Considering several spots were targeted, they were understandably stretched thin even if the enemies this time were not as powerful as the ones before.
Even so, the arrival of people who could at least distract the Golds and Gregor was enough to inject enthusiasm to the tens of thousands of mobs still standing outside the wall. In turn, this caused the Alterrans even more trouble.
This had Fargo written all over it.
At the same time, this was really a desperate move.
Considering what they knew about the average number of mercenaries stationed in low-level Towns, this number of mercenaries was practically stripping the defenses of the home town. 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
Not to mention, they likely hired more from the Mercenary Hall, too, and that wouldn't have been cheap after what they had spent so far.
How many mercenaries could a territory hire in a war, anyway? The exact number was unclear, but it seemed like Basset Town was planning on stepping on a very thin line.
Well, it really was only a matter of time before Basset lost so it was difficult not to lay bare and give everything. It was better than losing half as slaves. To the people of Xeno, to be a slave was a fate worse than death. It was no surprise that they were desperate enough to do this.
Of course, the Lord's anger with Alterra probably had a factor in this decision too.
Anyway, the battle continued and it kept the Golds from helping out within the walls.
The Logistics team was also extremely busy. After so long, more and more injuries had to be taken back to the clinics, and people needed more and more potions to sustain the long fight.
Some of the battle pets have also been tapped to help with the logistics team. For now, they were much too weak to join direct battles at this level, but they were physically superior to humans, so they worked great under the logistics team for now.
For instance, some canine-types would have sled-full of supplies, or some cats would have bags on their backs to bring to those in need, using their feline flexibility to reach difficult places.
Most of the new deliveries were placed in safe areas near the easements. Many people would come here to refill and replenish, while making sure the supplies didn't get stolen or compromised by the enemies.
It wasn't that these battle pets had a master. Rather, only Fufi and Snow had so far. However, the Terran animals had also increased intelligence, so the stronger ones could be tapped to help out to a degree. For example, Mao's rolling panda friend.
That said, as soon as they made a bond, most of the battle pets would temporarily move to the associate villages to train there. The mobs around Alterra were too dangerous and it was more lucrative for their growth to stay in villages.
The Golds, on the other hand, had their own specialized potions. After all, their levels were too high for most solutions to work. In their case, they paid Althea and Hoffen a good amount of money to customize dozens of potions useful for them.
They ordered a lot, but it seemed like covering a large area on their own could still tire them out.
For example, Olga—after pushing down some enemies on this side—saw another flare a few hundred meters to her left and she dashed over there.
Alterrans were doing their best to block the enemies, but the level differences were still there, so some managed to get into the easements to be mobbed.
Alterrans were doing very well considering everything, but they were understandably tired and injured. Many of them were even returnees from clinics and hospitals so their efficiency wasn't what it was during the start of the war.
Anyway, Olga knew that she had to get them out or kill them as soon as possible, otherwise the possible weak spots would accumulate until breaches formed.
She jumped down with her water whip, swiping the enemies she had a clear view of smack against the walls, with Alterrans automatically heading there to take advantage of their weakness.
Some were able to gather their wits fast enough and avoided this attack, though many of them gaped at Olga when they saw her. "What they said was true!"
"She's definitely from a City!" another said. "Fortunately, she's just a woman!"
"And an elementalist! She'll be a perfect wife!"
"Hey! The Lord promised me to choose my wife after this war and I choose her!"
Olga's eyes twitched, feeling anger in her heart. She was so annoyed she could swear the water she was whipping around was boiling (it wasn't).
The enemies this time were about a dozen level 20s. Olga was well past level 30, so she could deal with them. The problem was how fast she'd need to deal with them, considering she could be needed elsewhere.
So as much as she wanted to torture these bastards, she simply didn't have the time for now!
She'd make them suffer later!
This problem was the same with the other Golds.
Gregor and Zaol, for one, could only block as people beyond the level cap. Naturally, these enemies would choose another place to attack rather than directly go against them, but the two did try to block as many trespassers as they could as long as it was within their own sectors lest some areas would be neglected by them.
There would always be Alterrans in the battlements and the easements, but the powerhouses were needed to make sure things were as smooth as possible, without any major breaches happening again.
The Golds looked inside and saw flares, smoke, and elements flying around above the battles scattered all over the territory.
They sighed.
Hopefully, everything was fine.
