All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 214

107. I Was Going to Do It Anyway – 2

After finishing the conversation and returning to my previous spot, the nomads, stained with the blood of the Red Fang Orcs, were waiting.

They were engaged in a serious discussion, which they paused when Ian and Fahim arrived.

“Fahim, we should head back,” Goron said, his tone cold. Fahim looked puzzled.

“Why?”

“Look at this.” Goron held up a necklace taken from the neck of a fallen orc.

It was a necklace featuring a scimitar pattern made of sheep bones.

“What is that?”

“It’s a necklace symbolizing members of our Killheart tribe. This one had it. And this weapon, too.” Goron grabbed a scimitar held by another nomad.

The handle was thickly modified with cloth, leather, and wood to fit an orc’s grip. However, the pattern engraved on the blade was also the Killheart tribe’s symbol.

“Maybe the Red Fangs attacked the scouting party we sent out. I think we should go back for now.”

“That would be best.”

In the current situation, teaching horsemanship is difficult anyway.

Fahim gestured towards Ian as he watched the orcs gathering their wolves and weapons. “We will strike the Red Fang tribe with that Lingan.”

“Is that so? That’s good then.”

There’s a temporary *Pao* [a nomadic dwelling, similar to a yurt] of the Killheart tribe on the way.

We need to join the tribe members there, assess the situation, and decide whether to strike the Red Fang tribe or not.

“Still, they are orcs. Are you going to join hands with them?”

“Sometimes orcs are better than people. Especially the orcs who joined the War Song tribe or Grimer; they are helpful because they deal with strong monsters.”

The War Song Orcs actively hunt down and catch strong monsters that attack nomads herding sheep or horses.

It’s to prove they are warriors.

If you give them sheep or food as a sign of gratitude, they leave satisfied.

Then you can easily use the grassland near where the monster lived.

In some ways, these orcs are more helpful than other tribes’ nomads who try to steal grasslands, sheep, or horses.

So, there’s no reason not to join hands with them.

“Besides, Fahim and some other orcs have started speaking human language for some reason. If we do well, we might have a new trading partner.”

The nomads smiled favorably at Goron’s words, and Fahim nodded.

“Horse-riding Lingans are strong. Then there is enough reason and qualification to be together.”

“Of course, if you touch other people of the Killheart tribe, I will kill you all.”

“Humph. There’s no need to touch the warriors’ families, if you give a reasonable price.”

Fahim and the nomads glared at each other as they spoke.

Ian, who was watching, said calmly, “If you’re going, go quickly.”

Except for the orcs who remained to clean up the Grimer, the orcs gathered to strike the Red Fang tribe.

The number alone was over three hundred powerful orc warriors.

Moreover, since they are all Wolf Riders, their mobility cannot be ignored.

“How is it? You can say that these are warriors who can sweep the entire Great Plains.”

As Fahim spoke confidently, Goron scanned them.

“It’s a bit much to call only three hundred orcs ‘powerful’… Well, anyway… Um? Ian, you’re quiet?”

“Yes.”

“Oh dear. Then how about riding with me?”

“I’m fine.”

“Is that so? Then let’s go. Everyone, move a little slower because Ian is here!”

“Khehehe. There’s no need for that, Horse-riding Lingan.”

“What?”

“That guy is faster than me.”

As soon as Fahim finished speaking, he roared, signaled, and moved.

As the wolf carrying him began to run, Goron looked at Ian worriedly, then was startled.

Ian disappeared in an instant and was already ahead.

“What is this… Kids!! We can’t lose!! We have to show the speed of the nomads!!”

“Ooooo!!”

The nomads also rode their horses and ran.

How long had they been running?

They found traces of a destroyed wagon near the plains.

“Stop!”

As Goron raised his hand and stopped them, Fahim led his wolf towards it.

The wagon was smashed, and the supplies that should have been inside seemed to have already been looted.

And in front of it were corpses that had been brutally mutilated.

“…These are our guys.”

They were the warriors who had been sent separately a few days ago.

I thought there would be no problem because they were quite strong.

Goron bit his lip tightly, suppressing his anger.

“It must be the work of the Red Fangs, right?”

“Looking at the traces, it seems like orcs. By the way, there are not only traces of weapons.”

“What?”

Ian pointed to a part of the broken wagon.

“There is a residue of dark magic.”

“Dark magic? Wasn’t dark magic gone a long time ago?”

Ian shook his head, tapped the wagon, and walked towards one side.

Watching him, Fahim twitched his muscles and said, “Lingan, can you tell by looking like that?”

“Leave him alone. My nephew says that guy knows everything once he sees it.”

“Amazing Lingan.”

While Goron and Fahim watched, Ian quickly checked the surroundings.

The dark magic used here is dark magic that prevents movement.

Although the duration is short, it is quite powerful, so even a master level cannot easily break free.

The short duration means that the timing must be right.

That means the attacker and the dark magician must be accomplices.

‘That orc from before definitely used dark magic. Could he have been the only one among the Red Fang Orcs who could use dark magic?’

As Ian crossed his arms and spoke, Circe firmly denied it.