All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 213

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107. I Was Going to Do It Anyway – 1

“What?! What is that?!”

“What kind of crazy bastard is this?!”

The nomads were horrified as the rain of fire began to pour from the sky.

You must not use fire magic in the Great Plains.

Once a fire breaks out, the damage is severe.

The Empire, which often clashes with the nomads, also does not set fire to the Great Plains.

If the Great Plains burn and nomadic life becomes difficult, the nomads will unite and attack the Empire.

In other words, setting fire to the Great Plains was like kicking a hornet’s nest.

The nomads were furious at the sight of such an act unfolding before their eyes.

“I’m going to kill whoever that son of a bitch is!!”

The rain of fire started in time with the Red Fang Tribe’s attack.

So, the only thing they could think of was that the person who created the rain was with the Red Fang Tribe.

If so, those who were hitting Grimmer could be said to be enemies of the nomads.

“Lingan warriors! Are you going to help?!”

As Fahim shouted, holding up his axe, the nomads smiled coldly.

“Today, I’m going to skin all the Orc bastards!!”

As they rushed out, a rain of black flames fell on Grimmer’s buildings once again.

The buildings made of wood and stone were burning down.

Was it because of the damage?

The Orcs in the building were screaming and trying to escape.

The Red Fang Tribe’s attack and the continuous rain of fire.

While they were smashing Grimmer, the city of Orc warriors, and turning it into a scene of carnage, Ian frowned.

‘I can’t even investigate in this state.’

He quickly jumped onto a tall building and raised his hand.

“Ice World.”

Dozens of magic circles appeared above his hand.

The moment they overlapped and created one magic circle.

-Chiiiiiiik!!

The temperature dropped and the flames began to subside.

The Orcs were surprised and looked at Ian as the fire in Grimmer was extinguished by the powerful magic.

“Krrrak! Kr! Krrararak! Kwak!!”

All that was left was the pouring rain of fire.

Ian pointed his hand at the sky full of fire rain.

Cheonma Shin-gong [Heavenly Demon Divine Art], Chapter of the Moon.

Binghon Wall [Ice Soul Wall].

A silver shield covered Grimmer.

The rain of fire pounded against the powerful barrier of cold, but it could not penetrate the Binghon Wall.

“Amazing!! Lingan!! I thought you were a warrior, but you’re a wizard!!”

Fahim roared with joy.

Now that he had blocked the attack by the rain of fire, all that was left were those Red Fang bastards.

He bared his large fangs and swung his axe at the charging black Orc.

-Jjeoeok!!

The Orc’s chest, who had lunged at him, was torn apart by his blow.

However, there were many black Orcs who had already entered Grimmer.

Because they had ambushed him under the guise of joining him, the damage to Grimmer’s warriors was quite severe.

As the damage grew, Fahim quickly jumped up and climbed onto the building.

“Kueeeeeeeeeee!!”

Then, he roared, holding his axe.

Was it thanks to the roar of the great warrior leading the many Orcs?

The chaotic movements of the Orcs, who had been pushed back by the surprise attack, stopped.

“Krwa!! Kaa!! Krreureuk! Keue!!”

And soon, they revealed their anger.

In that way, the Orcs of Grimmer quickly reorganized and began their counterattack.

‘Check where the guy who used magic is.’

Ian immediately ran towards that side.

Lightly traversing the buildings and crossing the wooden fence, Ian looked around at the Orcs there.

“Krrreureureu…….”

The Orcs with black skin and red fangs aimed their weapons as if to keep Ian, who had suddenly appeared, in check.

However, they could not stop Ian.

-Kwang!! Kwang!!

A path opened with just a few swings of the sword.

The Orcs, terrified by Ian’s power, hesitated and retreated, and a path was slowly created.

“Kreureu…… Keo. Keueue……!! Krwa!!”

At the end of the road was an old Orc with black skin like the other Orcs.

Sitting in a palanquin held by the Orcs, he slowly rose from his seat and grabbed his axe.

“Krrreureureu…… Lingan.”

“That thing on your chest. Did you carve it?”

There was a Rubellin’s crest on the old Orc’s chest.

The old Orc glanced at it and chuckled.

“It was carved by the messenger sent by our god.”

“A messenger…….”

Ian pointed to Grimmer, where the battle was taking place.

“That so-called messenger is going back and forth here and there. I heard a messenger came over there, too.”

“Keuheuhe…… Those guys have been abandoned by God.”

“Hmm?”

“Honor, ancestors, and so on. They are fools who are interested in useless things. And they are the ones who violate God’s teachings. That’s why God has abandoned them.”

“Violating the teachings.”

“Warriors must respect other races? Keuheuhe…… That’s ridiculous. We are the ones who must have everything. Everything except us must go under our feet.”

Yet, the Orcs of Grimmer were talking about honor and changing God’s teachings to their liking.

“You must not attack those who are not warriors? That’s ridiculous. Weakness is a sin.”

A black aura rippled from his body.

It was the aura of black magic.

“Those who do not follow our god must be ruled and must die. Those guys mixed that teaching with old-fashioned teachings and corrupted it. So…….”

The old Orc’s eyes turned black.

Then, the black aura that surrounded his body grew even stronger.

“Weak Lingan who is with those fools!! You will also die!!”

As he charged with a large physique at the same level as Fahim, Ian swung his fist.

-Peoeok!!

“Keok!!”

He was knocked down as he was hit in the face.

However, he immediately got up and opened his mouth.

“I will show the power of God here!!”

“Kaaaaaak!”

“Eoeoeoeok!!”

The bodies of the two Orcs around him trembled.

Then, their life force was drained and sucked into the old Orc.

It was one of the black magic that absorbed the surrounding life force to strengthen its power.

‘I don’t know what he’s trying to do by gaining power like that.’

“Keooooooo!! Power!! Power!!”

The old Orc’s size grew.

The muscles swelled, the fangs lengthened, and several horns sprouted from his back.

“Kehahaha!! I am the true warrior and shaman!! Starting with the Great Plains, I will put the world under my feet!!”

He roared and charged again.

And.

-Peoeoeok!

He was knocked down again after being hit once.

“……It can’t be……?”

He stole the life force of other Orcs to strengthen his power.

But why is it just as painful?

He hesitated and smiled.

“Give me strength!!”

As he raised both hands, quite a lot of Orcs’ life force was sucked into him.

The old Orc, who had now grown to almost Ogre size, flashed his black eyes.

His whole body rippled with a black aura, and he charged again with a terrifying momentum.

-Peoeoeok!

This time, he was knocked down again after being hit once.

“……What is it. Lingan. What the hell are you…… What the hell are you.”

“Is there anything else you want to do?”

Ian looked at him with a nonchalant expression and grabbed his sword.

“Then let’s die.”

“Wa, wait…….”

-Seogeok!!

Whether he sucked the lives of the Orcs or used black magic.

It was the same that he could not defeat Ian.

The head of the large Orc fell off.

Then, the soaring black aura quickly subsided.

Ian looked at the old Orc’s body shrinking like a deflated balloon and quickly turned his head.

“I killed your boss. Are you just going to stand there?”

The black Orcs with red fangs, who had come to their senses at his words, roared and charged.

Ian smiled coldly at them.

He had exterminated all the enemies who had entered Grimmer.

There was some damage in the process, but not enough to collapse Grimmer.

The Orcs of Grimmer, who had finished cleaning up the inside, came outside.

They were horrified to see the Great Plains, which had turned into a sea of blood, as they came out to catch the remaining Red Fang Tribe Orcs.

There was only one standing there.

Only Ian, holding a sword.

“Hmm. You are a great warrior after all.”

“Fahim. This guy was saying…….”

Ian kicked the head of the shaman who had used black magic earlier.

He tilted his head as he looked at the head that had rolled on the floor.

“That’s Kadalka, the shaman of the Red Fang Tribe. He’s not even a warrior.”

“I don’t care who he is. Anyway, he was saying that you are doing wrong with the teachings of your god?”

“Hmm? Ah. That. It’s not wrong. God is right. And our ancestors are also right. Both are good.”

“So?”

“Then shouldn’t we take both? Lingan. Do you only choose one of the two good things?”

Ian chuckled at the words that seemed so natural.

‘I guess so.’

“God said that we are the masters. And our ancestors told us to become warriors who know honor. Then all we have to do is become masters who know honor.”

Fahim said and roared in Orcish.

The Orcs of Grimmer raised their weapons as if agreeing with his words.

“We are warriors. We know honor like warriors. So it is natural for us to be the masters of the world.”

“I don’t know where the naturalness comes from, but.”

‘And Grimmer was trying to absorb the civilization and technology created on their side into the Orcs who followed them.’

While Ian was talking to Circe, the Orcs of Grimmer took the supplies brought by the Red Fang Orcs.

As Ian watched, Fahim picked up one of their axes, checked the blade, and asked.

“Strong Lingan. Do you need those?”

“Hmm? No. I don’t need it. But I don’t want to give it away for free.”

“Warriors do not plunder warriors. So let’s exchange.”

He took Ian inside.

Walking through the chaotic streets of Grimmer, he arrived at the center and saw a half-burned building.

In the center altar of the building was a large skull.

And, in the forehead of the skull, there was a fist-sized jewel.

“It’s a stone I got from the Great Plains. It’s sparkling and pretty.”

It was a stone that sparkled in a blood-red color.

Ian tilted his head as he looked at it.

‘This is a top-grade alchemy material, Red Tier? Why is this here?’

It was a material that alchemists in the north would go crazy for if they knew.

Ian looked at the top-quality Red Tier and asked.

“Where did you get this?”

“There is a cave where that stone comes out in the place where our War Song Tribe originally lived.”

“Huh. If the alchemists know about this, they’ll make a fuss about conquering the south.”

“Is this precious?”

“Yes. It’s hard to get in the north.”

“Then it would be good to show respect for the warrior. Take it.”

He immediately took out the Red Tier and placed it on Ian’s hand.

“I can give you more if you want.”

“I don’t think it’s just for nothing?”

As Ian asked with a smile, Fahim nodded.

“Lingan warrior. Let’s go and strike the Red Fang Tribe together. We are warriors. We never tolerate betrayal.”

As he said, grabbing his axe, Ian nodded.

“I was going to wipe them out anyway.”