Fifteen minutes ago.
Fargo and his main guards—a group of seven including Belize, Uzon, two level 13s, a level 14, and a level 17—mightily traversed street after street, striding in a direction.
He had a dark expression on his face, the slight tingling of the familiar headache not making things any better.
"Those bastards!" Uzon beside him gritted his teeth, "So sly!"
They went out as soon as they found out that the interior walls had been breached. Putting aside the fact that they had no idea when the bastards got past the outer wall, it took a quarter of an hour for them to find out the enemies had breached both walls!
While they heard of gunshots and had planned to check, they assumed the guards found the people who was causing trouble inside.
They cursed at the difficulty of communication in this place, making them lose some important timings.
Belize had Aether letters, of course, but they were just enough for a few members of his team. One of whom happened to have been killed before the war by Garan and the others. The man had tried to access it in an attempt to contact Belize, but he died without an inch of skin clean.
Fargo's face didn't change as the men around him ranted, just continuing on his strides. He looked at the three people following his group. They were all from Sen's team, and they were the ones to run to him to tell him the enemies were inside. "What happened?"
"They… they built slides over the wall. They came in one by one but did it fast. They handled the battlement guards with ease so many people could come in."
At this, Fargo opened the panel to see how many new powerful names appeared and how a few of his own high-leveled people had also disappeared.
He did not look for twenty minutes—this damned headache—and so much had changed.
He looked at the siblings Eso and Eli. "Go outside and assist with blocking the rest of them."
"Yes, Milord!" The two exclaimed, running towards the gate to do their tasks.
Everyone knew the rules. Even if they dealt with those inside the main walls, if even a fraction of those remaining people went in, then they could lose.
"Where are the slaves?"
"They're on standby in their sty near the gates, milord," Uzon said, referring to their no-better-than-pig accommodations located by the outer wall.
Fargo then shifted to his panel to send out an order.
To all Slaves, he said, block the inner walls with your life.
After sending the orders, he directed his attention to the three reporting guards.
"What else?"
This made the men flinched but they hurried to report to him what happened. "There were many elementalists, and a few proficient ones. They had Class D weapons and equipment. From what we saw, they all had it."
"What?"
One of the mercenaries looked at him. "Impossible! Hundreds of people in a village can't have that many!"
"B-But that's what we saw!"
Fargo didn't seem to care about this discussion. "So you ran straight to me, right?"
"Yes, yes, sir!"
"So many of you?"
They paled and the next thing they knew they had bullets exploding their brains.
"Shame," Fargo said, continued walking forward as if he didn't just shoot a few people. He knew they probably ran to him not simply to inform him—but because of fear.
He didn't need cowards feeding off his hands.
…
The headed towards the area of the breach, striding quickly, expecting to reach within a few more minutes.
Unexpectedly, they encountered a group of enemies so early on. They were a group of about a dozen people with weapons out and they met each other's eyes.
There was a short standstill, their twelve people facing his seven, and it was a moment later that one of their leaders yelled:
"It's Fargo!" he said, "I saw his handdrawn portrait on our announcement board!"
"WHOA!" His teammate nodded, "I saw! They also posted on the board outside our community!"
"He's worth so many contribution points!"
"Those beside him must give good points as well!"
"We're gonna get rich!"
Fargo and the others were unsure how to feel about this conversation.
Either way, it seemed the fact that they won easily even when they were very outnumbered got into these Alterans' heads.
Without another word, they lunged forward to get their 'prize'.
"Attack!"
.
.
A minute later—
"FUCK! Too strong! Run! Run!" the bloodied Alterans yelled as one stabbed the strong aborigine to let go of his teammate. He prompt caught him and carried him farther away, kicking so the aborigine didn't follow him.
Fargo's sharp eyes stared at them darkly, and the men (and women) gestured to escape.
Uzon sneered. "You really think you can escape?" he asked, but the Alterans didn't answer. Instead, their leader threw a greenish small ball in their direction.
Their eyes widened. Although it looked a little different, it was similar to the sample they got from Micheal!
"Is it another bomb?!" Uzon yelled, and the others also ran away, taking cover.
BANG!
SPLURT!
Fargo and the other Terrans immediately covered their noses with whatever fabric they had by instinct.
They raised their heads to realize that there was only greenish smoke that spread in a small area. It so happened that the wind was blowing in their direction, letting the smoke travel towards them.
It turned out to just be some sort of smoke bomb. Fargo and the others felt a bit relieved that it wasn't an explosive, immediately gesturing to move to get out of the smoke.
Of course it was not an explosive bomb. How could Althea make so many and hand then hand some to random citizens?
While she did give a few to a couple of leaders, the rest would have smoke and paralysis bombs for a temporary purchase in the store. It wasn't cheap either, and the thrower's heart bled when he heard the bomb explode.
Price of learning, he would tell himself later. It's the price of arrogance.
"Shit, that scared me," Uzon said as he stood up, only to kneel down as if his legs got weakened.
Fargo also felt the slight trembling of his hands, apparently failing to completely cover himself as well
He also felt it a bit more difficult to move, but not impossible, and he immediately walked out of the smoke. More and more people followed his lead, shaking their hands and, after a couple of minutes, the numbness indeed disappeared.
It was fine now that they were inside the territory, but the amount of damage this could've done if they were near a mob was high.
Obviously, this was another type of weapon Altera had and it was both intriguing and annoying to think about it.
The smoke soon passed and they looked down. The aborigines didn't know what a smoke bomb was and weren't able to cover their faces. Fortunately, their stronger physique allowed them to be immune to its effects. For the most part, anyway.
While the stronger ones didn't seem particularly affected except for feeling a bit numb, the weaker aborigine, the level 13, was still on the floor, struggling to move.
Uzon narrowed his eyes, while another mercenary kicked the other one a few times. "What are they doing so deep in the inner circle? Hadn't they dealt with the trespassers?"
Fargo stared in a direction. "Let's go," he said, and the others dutifully followed him.
He also summoned majority of the stronger guards assigned to other areas.
While it could leave those areas vulnerable, he didn't think too many Alterans—if any—would be able to breach the walls after all the forces he assigned there.
"Ready your weapons," he said, eyes sharp with a bit of bloodlust. "We're off to a murder spree."