Savage Ascension: Starting with God-Tier Plunder Ability-Chapter 60: A Thinking Enemy

Soon after, he met his brother coming down the mountain.

Brother Donetous was drenched in blood. It was human blood. There were some wounds, but nothing major. Sufficient to manage with herbs and medicinal materials.

"You climbed mountains like that yet have so many wounds. You learned for nothing. Hehe."

At Brother Donetous’s words, Brother Amantous, full of small wounds and bruises from being cut and hit by Rowan, laughed.

"Still smaller wounds than yours, brother."

Donetous also had wounds on his forearm. Not thinly cut. Not deeply cut either. Moderate.

Brother Amantous took out strong liquor from a leather pouch. Liquor too strong to drink was used to erase iron smell. To orcs, the iron smell wafting from wounds was considered ominous. A warrior’s superstition.

"Keugh."

His muscles writhed. The wounds were from swords.

"How did it happen?"

"He was a guy with quite a build. I thought I could handle him easily, but he had some skill."

"So you sent him flying?"

Looking at the Hydra’s Tattoo with a strange glossy sheen, Brother Amantous spoke. Around the tattoo of seven heads with mouths open toward the forearm were blood bruises, and skin was swollen.

"He was the only one wearing heavy armor, so there was no choice."

Brother Donetous, who’d killed the hydra by chance but had definitely overcome that trial. He had one blow worthy of an orc hero. The power of the Hydra’s Tattoo was the force of the hydra’s seven mouths descending on both arms.

Even if he was fairly well-built and had increased his weight by wearing heavy armor, sending one human flying wasn’t difficult.

A campfire rose right there. Because Donetous complained of dizziness. Blood was cleanly wiped off, and heated stones were placed throughout the ground. Donetous, covered with wild boar hide up to his face, suffered from high fever.

He ate medicinal materials and collapsed as is. When his temperature reached dangerous levels, he cooled the heat with cold water then wiped clean again and covered with wild boar hide again. It was Brother Amantous’s role to nurse him all night.

Brother Donetous, who recovered in half a day, went to pick fruit. It was tremendous recovery power. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Brother orc Amantous swept the battlefield where they’d fought.

When his brother returned, they talked while eating fruit. As expected, it was about the fight the previous day.

"I was on the left. Remember?"

"My head wasn’t hit. I know clearly, so hurry up and talk."

His brother pressed. Donetous smiled and started talking.

"I checked them with arrows. I got pretty anxious seeing one heading toward you, but draining humans’ concentration is fighting basics."

Then Brother Donetous gestured with his chin to his brother. Meaning what you did to drain the human who went to attack you’s concentration. But Brother Amantous mumbled.

"I knew you’d be like this. I can see it without looking. You just charged stupidly with Puastsuaj maj Poise (Wounded Charge Stance). Because the opponent was just one."

Amantous scratched his black hair irritably.

"Humans aren’t as patient as us. Humans aren’t suited to being hunters. Of course, not all humans are like that. Humans who’ve done some hunting have patience similar to ours."

Donetous continued speaking.

"I saw a guy trying to go around to hit my back from the side. There was no way I couldn’t spot pale skin visible through bushes."

Rear-picker Bedum. Brother Donetous targeted him first.

"How did you catch him?"

"I shot one arrow at them and pulled back to go around to the side. He was concentrating on hiding, so didn’t notice me approaching. But if I approached too close, it seemed like I’d be detected. He was a cautious guy and a human with fair experience."

He threw an axe. For Bedum moving while crouched, it was an unavoidable attack. He didn’t even notice to begin with. The throwing axe shot at 10 paces was like light, gaining acceleration as it was released while twisting the orc’s flank and forearm.

"His skull cracked. And I charged. The human in heavy armor retreated then stood against me because my speed was so fast."

What followed was a story Brother Amantous also knew. Keireon succeeded in wounding the forearm and succeeded in blocking, but didn’t expect the Hydra’s Tattoo. An orc expelled from the tribe passed the trial of catching a hydra?

It was impossible, and he’d never seen such a tattoo to begin with.

He flew into the sky and flew dozens of meters.

"After that, the remaining two humans fled frantically. I tried to chase them but couldn’t chase due to the tattoo’s aftereffects. Actually, more than that, I was worried you couldn’t handle even one human."

"What? He was a really strong human. He was a knight, I tell you."

At those words, Donetous laughed wildly.

"A knight not covering his whole body with steel. You need to lie in moderation."

Amantous didn’t speak further. While treating wounds, he brought up other topics.

"That’s what happens when you use powerful abilities too hastily. Your body condition wasn’t good either."

"Sometimes there are times when you need to raise momentum. Hehe."

"Will the humans come looking again?"

At his brother’s question, his brother nodded. Natural. Humans would never forget today’s events. They’d fear more and worry, and that worry would increase every time the moon rose, and soon everything would rush to catastrophe.

"It’s hard to imagine abandoning Brother Mountain. There’s no safer place than here. Even though trolls occasionally come to target it."

"Prepare to leave. It can’t be helped. Let’s harvest as much fruit as possible, dry it, pack jerky and leave."

Brother Amantous smacked his lips. But didn’t offer a different opinion. Because he’d realized from the fight with Rowan how dangerous facing a thinking enemy was.

Unlike Brother Donetous who’d drained the enemy’s energy through arrows, Brother Amantous who’d entered battle directly had actually developed a fear of humans. It became an opportunity to think they were opponents who could never be underestimated.

Talking about that, the orc brothers prepared to leave this mountain. Turning food into preserved rations was important.

"Amantous! Why are you gesturing at the air like that?"

Since that day, Amantous sometimes moved his body while replaying his fight with Rowan. Sometimes wielding hand axes, sometimes just brawling in the air. He often thought what if he’d grabbed the shield with his hand even while taking damage, and dragged him to muddy ground.

What he’d felt during the engagement fight with Rowan. Though humans were weaker than orcs, he didn’t seem weak when he knew how to think.