After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 2104

Chapter 2104: Capturing Plai

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They really were experimenting on Orcs!

Damn. How shameless! Isn’t he afraid he’d be pulled apart into different pieces once the orcs found out about this? The audacity was amazing.

Althea’s mind automatically filled in the logical gaps. These were assumptions, but some of it was probably true.

As long as a culture awakened some degree of knowledge, ambition also followed. In most cases, this ambition had to do with the quest for power.

Even in a town apparently dominated by ’simple’ orcs, this remained the truth. It was just that most of these citizens probably couldn’t have guessed that the evil forces had targeted them, and they were their own brethren.

Althea, holding the sound amplifier in her hand, looked at the crowd. "Why don’t you guys take Plai and ask him: What happened to the missing orcs? You guys are so strong, how could so many be missing every year?"

At this, many of those in the mob paused their movements and looked around, possibly for Plai. Not many unilaterally believed Althea’s words, but they did want to hear how Plai would answer.

"Didn’t you notice that when those orcs started disappearing, Plai’s presence grew stronger? Did the Lord start getting sick around that time? You tell me."

She was guessing again, but when she saw the look of realization on some faces, she confirmed that her guesses were correct.

Plai wanted to continue cursing but pursed his lips, afraid of gathering all attention on him all of a sudden when he was still thinking of how to retort properly.

The only reason he hadn’t been questioned by the people surrounding him was because of his innate low sense of presence.

He even activated a skill to make sure he really wouldn’t be found. He went to find a hiding spot, about to ask for help from those in the laboratories.

He took out his aether letter, sending messages back to the main forces of his faction.

[Help! Come up and send every guard to the plaza! There’re troublemakers!]

[I told you Virion from Warrior City is here, and he found out a few things! Help me kill him before he sends out more posts. Someone guard the Post Office, by the way.]

[There are also two other elementalist troublemakers. I don’t recognize them, but they’re strong—one dual elementalist and one triple elementalist!! The cores might be troublesome to tame, but these are great subjects, right? Come get them.]

He sent a few more, all pertinent instructions with enough lure to make them move fast.

He was unaware that nothing was actually getting sent.

How could he know that Althea used an aether letter blocker? How could he know there was even such a thing?

The Aether Letter Blocker was one of the several innovations that Alterra developed, but never publicized. This was one of the cards that was best hidden, and it would remain as such until a better invention appeared.

In any case, if Plai was hoping for reinforcements—who could actually deal with Virion and Garan—to arrive today, he was destined to be disappointed.

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Plai waited, heart pounding wildly, and was thankful that his skill could also ’mute’ the loud sound of his heartbeat. His frown deepened as he saw the mobs around him calm down a bit, many of them no longer attacking.

Orcs were simple-minded and were prone to enter a mob mentality. When they saw that many were no longer attacking, they also stopped, looking around as if waiting for instructions.

The weasel half-orc seriously wanted to jump in and scream his instructions, but he didn’t dare before reinforcements arrived!

"Where are they?" He couldn’t help but mutter to himself. Fifteen minutes had passed since his letter, and at least a few of them should’ve emerged from below!

"Where are they—gAH!!" Plai screamed as he felt vines wrap around his body. The weasel’s eyes were round as he struggled, but to no avail.

In fact, it actually looked loose, so people around thought he was overreacting.

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