After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 2106

Chapter 2106: Lord Saimbi

Garan was guarding outside while Virion was out and about when this interrogation was ongoing. However, when the last point was revealed, it so happened that Virion was nearby.

When he heard Plai mention Warrior City and his uncle’s name, the expression on his face was indescribable.

Garan helpfully told him that he looked constipated.

"Damn," Virion muttered under his breath. "No wonder the fighting style of those level 30s felt familiar."

"They used Warrior City techniques?" Garan asked, looking at him as if he were an idiot. If he just recognized this now, then wasn’t it just embarrassing?

"It’s not exactly the same," Virion snapped. "Just similar."

Many good armies naturally had their own styles or sets of techniques that were propagated in the barracks. Most special techniques might go through blood or apprenticeships, but there would also be certain styles taught in the barracks.

At least for the territories that go past the initial village levels, they had mostly developed fitting techniques through decades of existence. Further, many guards would pass on this knowledge to their own children, propagating it further.

It was a lot like evolution. People would keep the attacks that worked well and gradually forget those that were obsolete, eventually forming styles. And for some highly isolated territories, some techniques could develop more uniquely than others.

Obviously, a territory that had once thrived on war, like Warrior City, was no exception.

There were several, and it depended on a person’s style, talent, and physique, but they were finite. As the heir, Virion was familiar with all the styles found in Warrior City.

In his youth, he had sparred with everyone in his generation, so he was especially familiar with various techniques. This was the case for most young men, in fact.

In Warrior City, which had a unique mix of races in its population, the uniqueness of the styles was even more pronounced. After all, they had to consider the strengths of orcs and half-orcs, as well as how to counter them.

Anyway, during the earlier battles, he thought many attacks felt familiar, but he hadn’t had the time to ponder on it until Althea mentioned their findings.

There had been plenty of changes, but the origin was undeniable.

"My Uncle, huh..." he couldn’t help but say, thinking back about the man he used to treat as a respected elder.

After finding out about this, he wasn’t too surprised. His uncle was not an elementalist, and his blood was too diluted to inherit any of the orc skills. Uncle only had that brain of his, but he was never satisfied with this fact.

In this world, especially in extra ’masculine’ territories like Warrior City, pure strength was prioritized.

In such a society, what was the use of a mind? Vairoz had always been deep in his insecurities, twisting his mind since young. It was just that no one had noticed until it was too late.

Fortunately, Valhalla and Virion—unlike some other unfortunate and very-dead relatives—managed to survive his schemes. However, even after death, he was still causing trouble—the kind that could eventually cause trouble to the entire world—which was very annoying.

"How long have they been doing this?"

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