All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 212

106. City of Warriors – 2

Liza nodded, listening to their conversation.

“Ummm… okay, Ian. I think I should head back now.”

“I don’t mind, but why suddenly?”

“I might end up holding you back if something unexpected happens.”

Unlike the Northern Orcs, the Southern Orcs are warriors who value honor.

So, they don’t take hostages or launch surprise attacks.

But you never know what might happen.

“Bala told me, Ian, that you and he are like brothers.”

“Not really to that extent.”

“…Did that guy lie to me? Anyway, if the kin of someone you know is captured, it’ll be hard for you to use your full strength, right?”

So, Liza quickly decided that it would be better for her to leave.

“Isn’t the way back dangerous?”

“I’m a nomad. I’m fine on the plains.”

“Hmm.”

Ian stared at her intently.

The girl with the dark eyes met his gaze without flinching.

“Myane.”

“Myaah~.”

Myane peeked out from the bag.

He picked up Myane and placed her in Liza’s arms.

“Huh? Why?”

“Even if something unexpected happens, Myane will be of help.”

“Eh. This cat? It might be mentally stabilizing because it’s cute, but…”

Liza picked up Myane.

She wiggled her head, fiddling with the fluffy paws of the pure white cat.

“What can you do with these tiny, cotton-like paws?”

“She can do more than you think. Anyway, keep Myane with you. I’ll come to pick her up when I’m done.”

“Okay. Fine. I appreciate the consideration. And there’s a *pao* [a temporary camp] of the Kilhart tribe not far from here.”

A *pao* refers to a temporary camp that nomads set up while moving across the plains to raise sheep or horses.

Liza took out a small necklace from her pocket.

“The *pao* is on the side where this shines, so come there when you’re done. And if you think it’s too difficult alone, break it.”

Then the warriors of the Kilhart tribe in the *pao* will chase the light and go to support you.

When he nodded, Liza held Myane and got on her horse.

“Then see you next time! I hope the plains give you strength!”

As she rode away, the Great Warrior Orc chuckled.

“Sending a weak human to the Great Plains. How fearless.”

“It’s fine since Myane is with her. I want to get going now. How long will it take?”

“About half a day by wolf. But human, are you planning to walk? If so, it will take time.”

“Don’t worry about that. By the way, do you have a name?”

“Name…”

The Orc looked at Ian and mumbled with his thick lips.

“Great Warrior of the War Song Tribe and leader of Grimmer, Fahim. That is my name.”

Ian ran across the Great Plains with Fahim.

There were quite a few monsters on the Great Plains, and they blocked Fahim and Ian’s path.

But the two were able to defeat the monsters without much difficulty.

“You are an amazing one, human. Although you are a human, if it is you, our god will make you a warrior.”

“God, huh? Since when have you guys served a god?”

“If not an ancestor, then not too long ago. But we learned from God.”

“What?”

“That this world is ours. Because God said so. He said that we are the true rulers of the world.”

“Oh, really?”

“That teaching and the teachings passed down by our ancestors are very similar. We are strong. Because we are strong, we must put everything under our feet, rule, and cultivate.”

“Hoo.”

“But you are strong. So you are qualified to belong to the masters of the world like us.”

“Yeah. Well, let’s put that aside.”

“Khehehe. Our ancestors and the great chief will also recognize you as a warrior.”

As he chuckled and spoke, Ian shrugged.

“Are there any other Orcs among you who can speak [your language]?”

“Not many. Only a few chosen by our god have been taught your language.”

“Your god. What does he look like? And where is he?”

“I don’t know. God, like our ancestors, is someone we cannot dare to see with our eyes. We have only seen God’s messenger.”

“Is it perhaps someone who looks like this?”

Ian roughly drew a picture of Primbel on a piece of paper.

Fahim nodded when he saw it.

“That’s right. However, there were two more horns and the wings were even bigger.”

“How did you enhance your intelligence?”

“What are you talking about?”

“How did you learn the languages of humans and other races? Did you use a Star of Talent [a magical artifact]?”

Learning a language is not easy.

Especially since Fahim’s language was quite fluent.

Considering that, it couldn’t be seen as something that was simply learned.

“Star of Talent? What is that? The messenger of God simply raised his staff and sent the light of God.”

“This kind of staff?”

When Ian showed the staff he took out of his bag, he nodded.

“The color is different. Also, the shape of the staff is different too.”

‘It seems to be a proper Star of Talent.’

Just like achieving the violent evolution of monsters with the jewel in the Dragon Staff.

Perhaps that guy, the messenger of God who approached the Orcs.

The guy presumed to be a subordinate of Gehern might have used the Star of Talent to give them intelligence.

As Ian put the staff back in his bag, Fahim asked, marveling.

“But what is that staff? I want it. Can you give it to me?”

“Would I?”

When Ian chuckled, Fahim became sullen.

As they moved, gathering information through conversation.

A huge city appeared in the distance.

Flags with black patterns on a red cloth were planted here and there.

In addition, the buildings made of wood or stone were sharp and threatening, as if symbolizing ferocity.

“That is the true city of warriors. Grimmer.”

There were quite a few Orcs riding wolves around the wooden fence.

“There are only Orcs.”

“Orcs? Ah. The name you guys call us. Yes. Who else should be here?”

“Aren’t there more monsters on the Great Plains?”

“But they are just weaklings.”

“Trolls or Ogres. I know those guys are also on the Great Plains.”

“We win.”

He said leisurely and raised his spear.

Was it because they saw that?

The Orcs patrolling on wolves approached Fahim.

“Krrr! Kr! Kuaah!”

“Kua! Kiruk! Kirik Ku!”

The approaching Orc riders pointed their spears at Ian.

The moment Ian, who was receiving their scornful gaze, tried to reach for his sword hilt.

Fahim swung his axe at the Orc riders.

“Kra! Kryue!! Ku!!”

Eventually, when they retreated, Fahim huffed.

“Human. I invited you as a guest, but those guys will think of you as food or a slave. Because outwardly, you are a weak human.”

“Really?”

“If you are a guest, show the manners of a guest. I will also make us show manners.”

“I never thought I’d hear an Orc tell me to show manners.”

Ian smiled coldly and grabbed the sword hilt.

Fahim’s expression hardened when he saw that.

“If you want to remain a guest, you guys need to behave properly too.”

“Krrr…”

Fahim nodded slightly.

At his signal, the riders retreated and the tightly closed gate of Grimmer opened.

As they went inside, Orcs could be seen carrying rocks or wood.

It was crude, but they were even constructing.

‘The Southern Orcs originally formed a tribal society. By presenting them with possibilities, they are creating this level of civilization.’

If a few years passed without anything special happening.

Perhaps a country of Orcs at the level of a city-state might be created here.

“Are there only Orcs here?”

“Not really. There are also humans who have been accepted as guests like you. They are over there.”

Was it a place where they raised wolves?

When they arrived there, they heard the sound of wolves howling and a fierce shout.

“That’s not it! You idiot!”

“Kra! Kua! Kureueue!! Human! Don’t call me an idiot!”

“I’m calling you an idiot because you are an idiot!!”

There were about a dozen nomads there.

They were criticizing the Orcs who fell off the wolves or horses and groaned, but they were surprised when they saw Ian.

“Huh? What? Who are you.”

As the nomads looked at him with curiosity, Ian looked at their chests.

The same pattern as the one on Liza’s chest was engraved there.

“Are you from the Kilhart tribe?”

“How did you know that?”

As the middle-aged nomad at the front asked warily, Ian said calmly.

“I am Ian Brandon.”

He immediately held up the necklace he had received from Liza.

He was surprised when he saw it.

“Huh? Wait a minute. Ian? Bala’s friend?”

“Yes.”

“Ohoho! I never thought I’d meet you here like this! I am Goron Kainza, Bala and Liza’s uncle. Okay, everyone, say hello!!”

While they were talking with a smile, the Orcs who were trying to ride wolves or horses went somewhere else.

Fahim glanced at Ian and said.

“Those guys are also guests like you. We are those who know honor. We respect the strong.”

When Ian looked at him after hearing his explanation, the nomads didn’t deny it much.

“We met quite a few monsters and Orcs on the way back. Ah. They were different from these guys. Anyway, they chased them away and said they wanted to accept us as guests.”

Although the opponent was an Orc, it was true that they had helped.

So, they accepted their invitation and were teaching them some skills, including horsemanship, here for a few days.

“The Kilhart tribe is worried about you.”

“Hmm? That can’t be. We informed them of the situation here and sent a few people?”

Could it be that they haven’t arrived yet?

As the puzzled nomads looked at him, Fahim frowned.

“A warrior always keeps his promise.”

“Still, if they haven’t returned… something might have happened. I need to go and see…”

It was then.

The sound of a horn echoed.

“What is it?”

“It’s news that new people have joined Grimmer’s warriors. It’s probably the Red Fang tribe.”

“Eck? Red Fangs? I told you they’re not to be trusted. Did you accept them into Grimmer too?”

“They are also warriors.”

However, the nomads all looked uncomfortable.

That was because they knew the Red Fang tribe’s violence.

“Don’t worry. Now that they have decided to join Grimmer, they will no longer cause problems according to our policy…”

-Kwaaaang!!

While he was speaking confidently, a violent explosion occurred along with screams.

“Kuaaaaaaa!!”

“Keoeoeok!!”

Black smoke soared into the sky.

And.

From a distance, dark-skinned Orcs began attacking Grimmer’s Orcs.

The nomads who were watching it chuckled.

“I knew it would be like this.”

“I told you not to trust the Red Fangs.”

“Kueueue… How dare they!!”

Power entered Fahim’s eyes.

The moment he was about to rush out with his axe.

A rain of black fire began to fall from the sky.

As Ian checked it, Circe said calmly.