Savage Ascension: Starting with God-Tier Plunder Ability-Chapter 49: Would a Tiger Die Catching Rabbits?

The mercenary group got up early in the morning but dragged their feet when it came to searching the mountain. They didn’t depart until well past 10 AM.

Trickle trickle.

Consensus Yuval, captain of the Skull Mercenary Group. Despite having an ordinary build, his career leading mercenaries shone exceptionally bright.

Shield-bulk Keireon pissed next to him and said:

"I saw orc trees all over the place. You really plan to go? The villagers lied."

There was no way mercenaries wouldn’t recognize orc trees that were 3-10 years old. They couldn’t not know about orcs. But they stayed silent.

"The villagers’ lies can be dealt with later by bringing back the old orc’s head. Most orcs who leave their tribe and live alone are either crippled or old—mostly guys who tried to covet other orcs’ stuff."

"Captain. I don’t like this. You know what orcs are like. No matter how well we prepare, someone could die in a split second."

Keireon clearly knew the terror of orcs well. But Yuval didn’t seem inclined to change his mind.

"Are you scared of one old orc, Keireon?"

"What if it’s an orc warrior?"

"An orc warrior leaving the tribe in an orc society that values tradition? That’s nonsense."

Society’s privileged class. The warrior class at the center of current orc society kicking away their high rights to mix into human lands? That was bullshit of the highest order.

"Don’t worry, Keireon. The enemy orc doesn’t even know we’re here. If he’d detected us, he would’ve already run. In orc society, running away once makes it possible to run away again next time."

Yuval finished decisively.

"The orc warrior you’re thinking of is strong because he survived in orc society. The orc on that small mountain is nothing. Just a shadow created by orc warriors. An illusion."

"What if he is an orc warrior?"

To Keireon, who was obsessed with orc warriors, Yuval didn’t dismiss him but put more effort into persuading him. That’s how important Keireon’s martial power was to the Skull Mercenary Group, and orc warriors occupied a very important part of the path his strength had walked.

"Who am I? Your captain. It’s right to prepare even for that one-in-ten-thousand chance."

He spoke slyly and moistened his lips with spit.

"I’ve already decided who’ll be sacrificed. The guy who doesn’t know the terror of orc warriors. The one who looks like he’s from a ruined knight family’s bloodline."

There was a subtle inferiority complex in his words. He was talking about Rowan, who had distinctive calluses.

"Rowan? He seems like he’d fly around more than anyone. Even if he runs, he’ll be the fastest."

At Keireon’s words, Yuval, who’d pulled up his pants, chuckled.

"Forgot how he charged at bandits in the dark? That guy won’t even know if an orc warrior is an orc warrior. He’s never even seen an orc. When he charges in, we just run. We’ve seen plenty of wandering orcs and old orcs—if we see an orc warrior, we’ll recognize him instantly."

"Hehe." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Keireon shook it off with his hand and pulled up his pants.

Because he’d just realized the Skull Mercenary Group had a sturdy sacrificial lamb—no, shield. It was lucky he’d been tactful enough not to say this in front of Rowan.

"Are you ready? We’ll depart again. Today I’m thinking of checking all the way to the opposite side of the ridge."

"We’ll need to be very careful."

Rowan said that and tore jerky to feed the brown wolf Dono. Dono chewed on it and stuck close to Rowan’s side as they walked.

Keireon was naturally tactless and had foolish aspects, but from rolling around as a mercenary, he’d eaten enough humble pie to skip over this matter.

The strategy was the same as before. Two scouts for early detection, Bedum deployed to the rear. Three people walked together in a group.

Meanwhile, the orc brothers were also finishing preparations to strike.

They’d explored and decided on an appropriate point and determined how to lure them. The main point of contention here was which of the two scouts to target.

Why they had to target scouts wasn’t even a question. Just like it’s advantageous to cut down one person before starting a 5v5 teamfight, killing someone operating individually and separately was important.

"Hunters never choose risk factors."

Brother Donetous thought they should each catch one person—two of them working together.

"Are you scared of humans? Would a tiger die catching rabbits?"

Brother Amantous was confident. But he ended up following his brother’s words because Amantous’s mistake was confirmed.

"You’re excited, little brother. Look here. A tamer who controls wolves."

Brother Donetous straightened his back proudly and pointed at the ground with his index finger arrogantly. Brother Amantous had to kneel and press his face to the ground to recognize those traces.

Very subtle compression of dirt he hadn’t noticed because the weight was distributed across four points. Traces that had become even fainter because a day had passed.

"There’s a wolf tamer? An orc or goblin?"

Wolves, unlike dogs, were famous for being untrainable. But that was only what humans said. Orcs and goblins knew how to tame wolves. Actually, that taming was also taming from a human perspective.

In reality, it was no different from making friends or forming alliances. And sometimes they had to follow wolf customs themselves. Making wolf sounds, living in wolf dens to befriend wolves, hunting together with them.

"That’s ridiculous."

If it was a party with orcs or goblins, they wouldn’t have come looking for them at all. They definitely would’ve felt great repulsion.

"Hehe."

Brother Amantous laughed emptily while tracing the wolf’s tracks with his hand.

"Doesn’t seem like an ordinary wolf. It’s a bit deeper than the depth of footprints I know."

"It’s more amazing you didn’t notice it."

Brother Donetous said that while recalling the wolf.

"Naturally bigger build than ordinary wolves. Seeing how more strength went into the front paws, his confidence is remarkable too. Looks like he has the courage to charge at opponents bigger than him or with longer bodies and bite their hind legs."

"Tsk. That one will be hard to catch."

A wolf’s sense of smell could catch the scent of animals 1500 paces away if the wind blew right. Of course, this was only possible for fairly strong smells, but it was still impressive. Even without wind, just seeing them nearby would definitely allow it to find them.

"There’s little wind today. If a headwind blows, we might be able to target him..."

"Better to give up cleanly. We only need one person anyway."