All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 215

◈ Chapter 215

108. You’re Not Going to Refuse, Are You? – 1

I had heard about Ian from Vala several times.

That he possessed absolute power that could disregard strategy and tactics.

When I first heard it, I wondered if it made sense.

I just thought my brother was bluffing as usual.

But faced with the power of a superhuman beyond limits, I was speechless.

“Amazing.”

That was all Lyza could say.

To take down not only the orcs using terrifying black magic but also those trolls in an instant.

I could see why Vala had been saying that Ian should be brought to the Killheart Tribe.

“Really amazing.”

“It’s nothing much.”

“No, even if it’s nothing much…”

“Hey! Ian!!”

At Goron’s shout from below, Lyza snapped back to her senses.

Goron, who had been missing and unheard of until now, was down there.

“What happened?”

In response to her question, Ian briefly explained what he knew.

Lyza, dumbfounded, glared at them.

“…Technology to the orcs? That’s dangerous.”

In the short term, joining hands with the Grimmer Orcs wasn’t bad.

But what about from a long-term perspective?

If the nomads’ technology is properly taught, the number and strength of the orcs will increase.

In the process, great harm could come to the nomads.

“Uncle! What on earth are you doing!!”

Lyza, bursting with anger, shouted towards the bottom of the palisade.

Goron waved at her.

“Come in first! And those orcs over there…”

Lyza, glancing at the orcs gathered in the meadow a little distance away, spoke to the middle-aged woman who had spoken to her earlier.

“Send some meat to them, Nanny. After all, we did receive help.”

“Understood.”

As she went down, several nomads carried out whole roasted lambs.

As the orcs who received it began to tear it apart and eat, Pahim entered the palisade.

“Make sure to eat the given sheep well.”

“It’s not many. More than that, why did the Grimmer Orcs help us?”

“We just stopped by on the way to strike the Red Fang Tribe with Lingan.”

Pahim, breathing out hot air and speaking roughly, twitched his axe.

“The Red Fangs attacked Grimmer. We will never forgive that.”

“That’s good. We were also attacked by the Red Fang Orcs.”

Nomads don’t just let things go when they’ve been wronged.

If wronged, they must take revenge twice over.

She shouted to Goron and the nomads who had joined.

“Prepare for battle right now! And Wina! Gain!! You two go back and inform Father of the current situation!”

“Yes!! Young Lady!!”

The two nomads rode off on their horses.

Ian, glancing at them as they rode away, said nonchalantly.

“Is there any need for so many to go just to wipe out one orc tribe?”

“Are you going to stop our revenge?”

“Of course not.”

“Then it’s fine.”

Thus, a hundred nomad warriors in the Pao [nomadic dwelling] joined the unit.

The force, which included orc riders and southern nomads, headed straight to the location of the Red Fang Tribe as soon as the Pao was organized.

“The Red Fang Tribe is quite a powerful force among the southern orcs.”

“You seem to know them well?”

“They’re quite troublesome for the nomads. They’re different from Grimmer, the War Song Tribe, and some other tribes.”

They consider themselves warriors who know honor.

And they consider the sheep or meat given by the nomads after catching strong monsters as respect for warriors.

But the Red Fang Tribe and the orcs who follow them were different.

They only think of it as tribute offered by the weak.

“Do you know the difference between the two?”

“It’s about how they view each other. I think the former has respect, but the latter has contempt.”

Lyza was surprised at Ian’s calm words.

“Wow. You know that well? People who aren’t from the South usually don’t know this. Most people say they’re the same.”

“I’ve experienced similar things a lot.”

Because of that difference in mindset, the Red Fang Tribe.

The orcs who dye their bodies black and paint their fangs red were orcs that the nomads had to punish.

Because if they are not satisfied with the tribute, they immediately turn into plunderers.

“I was a little worried when I heard that the Red Fang Tribe was joining Grimmer. I don’t know if I should say it’s fortunate or disappointing.”

If the Red Fang Orcs follow Grimmer’s behavior, the Great Plains will be a little quieter.

But there are still quite a few nomads in the Killheart Tribe who are sharpening their knives at them.

Ian, seeing the nomads happy that they could take revenge for them, glanced at Pahim.

“By the way, it has been confirmed that the Red Fang Orcs are using black magic…”

“Hmm. Lingan [a type of dark magic]. But why did they reach out for such dirty power?”

He seemed quite bothered by the fact that the orcs had turned to black magic.

Pahim mumbled and continued to think deeply.

That’s how they moved, and after going a certain distance, Lyza said.

“This is the territory of the Red Fang Orc Tribe from here. If you go in a little further, there’s a campsite for the nomads to rest. South from that campsite is… What.”

Lyza bit her lip tightly.

As she spurred her horse forward, Ian followed her.

“What is this…”

The campsite was full of corpses.

Not just nomads.

There were also the corpses of travelers moving through the south and those who appeared to be students from the Imperial Academy here.

As Lyza, shocked by the horrific sight, gritted her teeth, Ian examined the corpses and said.

“It looks like they’ve been dead for about three or four days.”

“Any traces of black magic?”

“None. They just died. Judging from the position of the corpses and other traces, it seems they were ambushed at night.”

As he pointed out other parts and explained, Pahim puffed up.

“To ambush so cowardly!! Where did the warrior’s honor go!!”

“Well. Ambush is quite an efficient strategy and tactic.”

“Efficiency is not the problem! Ah. Ancestors. Gods. The Red Fang Orcs have become so corrupt!!”

Ignoring Pahim’s angry shouts, Ian checked the corpses of the Imperial Academy students.

He took the academy student badges they had and put them in his pocket, then stood up and said.

“It would be better to preserve their bodies. Unless the Killheart Tribe is fighting the Empire, it will be helpful.”

“Hmm… That’s true.”

Agreeing with Ian’s words, she set aside the corpses of the Imperial Academy students and held up an artifact.

Soon, their bodies began to freeze.

Lyza, confirming that they were trapped in ice blocks, put the artifact in her pocket.

This should be fine for a few days.

“Should we bury them?”

“That would be better.”

Ian lightly stuck his sword into the ground, creating a deep pit.

After putting the ice containing the corpses inside, covering it with dirt, and even performing a sacred ritual, Ian said calmly.

“And I found the direction of the attackers.”

“Huh?”

“There are traces left to the west from here.”

If you go further west from here, you will find the Red Fang Tribe’s base.

At those words, Pahim and Lyza nodded seriously.

“Are we going to fight now?”

“I guess so. Everyone be tense.”

After the campsite was cleaned up, Ian’s group headed west again.

As they moved a certain distance, the land of the Great Plains was changing.

“What is this…”

Lyza muttered in a bewildered tone.

The Great Plains are full of green grass everywhere.

But what is this?

A wasteland.

A vast wasteland where not a single blade of grass grows was spread out.

The earth’s life force is being drawn in.

The black magic used by the Red Fang Orcs is a method of converting life force into magic power.

Drawing in the earth’s life force like this means that they must be preparing some great black magic.

The high-level black magic Berserk Dead World is spread out in this wasteland.

A powerful black magic that turns specific targets within range into berserkers without limit.

And when the berserker dies, they are immediately zombified.

It was a high-level black magic that had now disappeared.

Although its power was strong, it was so cruel that it was a forbidden magic even before black magic was banned, and it was being used here.

Ian, hearing Kirke’s report, looked into the distance.

The energy of black magic was wafting from the horizon of the wasteland.

“It feels ominous.”

“If you’re scared, you can wait here.”

“I didn’t say I was scared…”

“Lingan! Look over there!!”

Dust was rising.

Something with great animosity was running towards them.

“Prepare for battle!”

“Kuaaaaa!!”

Goron shouted, drawing his curved sword, and Pahim roared.

When everyone had finished preparing for battle, those raising the dust came into view.

It was a group of orcs.

“What?!”

The problem was what the orcs were riding.

It wasn’t wolves.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!!”

It was skeleton wolves.

The orcs riding undead wolves, gleaming with blue eyes and surrounded by black energy, were running towards them.

“…What on earth is that!!”

Pahim trembled with anger as he looked at them.

The orcs riding the skeleton wolves were not normal either.

Flesh was torn off and bones were exposed.

Some were trailing their intestines.

There were even orcs whose eyeballs had fallen out and were dangling.

All of them were dead orcs who had become zombies.

“Time Wheel Tribe!! West Wind Wings Tribe!! Green Dagger Tribe!!”

Pahim burst into anger as he saw the emblems on the chests of the running zombies.

All of them were warriors allied with the War Song Tribe.

Those warriors.

Were riding skeleton wolves, even their rest after death being mocked.

After being attacked by the Red Fang Tribe, they became berserkers, and then their life force was taken away and they died.

While Kirke was speaking calmly, Pahim and the Grimmer Orcs roared with anger.

And the moment they raised their weapons to give them rest.

Ian stuck his sword into the ground and raised his hand.

The sacred ritual of the Saulo Holy Nation begins.

“Great One. Have mercy on us.”

With his prayer, a subtle light emanated around him.

A sacred ground filled with holiness spread around him.

The land defiled by black magic was purified, and the orc zombies and skeleton wolves that entered the purified land collapsed as they were.

“It’s a waste of time to deal with those guys who don’t die.”

Ian, who had created a sacred ground to neutralize his enemies, pointed to one side.

“And what we have to fight is that.”

“…Why…?”

Pahim’s voice trembled.

While Goron and Lyza were wondering, seeing that.

The one he was pointing at slowly walked over.

“To get rid of the zombies and skeleton wolves that the kids worked so hard to make. You’re quite talented.”

It was a lizard-headed man with bat wings.

Pahim trembled as he looked at the Dragonkin with crimson scales.

“Why is the Apostle here…?”

The Dragonkin, hearing his trembling voice, snorted and held out his hand.

Black energy gathered in that hand.

-Thud!!

Ian, who had deflected the black energy that flew in, looked at Pahim, who was in despair.

He seemed greatly shocked that the one they thought of as the messenger of God was involved in such a disgraceful act.

“Are you going to keep doing that?”

“Ah. Aaaah… The gods are…”

“God is God, and you are you. Didn’t you call yourself a warrior? Does an orc warrior give in to God if they touch your honor?”

Ian spoke with disappointment towards him, who seemed to have given up resisting in despair.

And at that voice.

Pahim put strength into the hand holding the axe.