Savage Ascension: Starting with God-Tier Plunder Ability-Chapter 56: False Attack

’I’m heading toward the orc. But not left. Going right.’

Heading left where most mercenaries were positioned wasn’t beneficial to Rowan. Because in a situation with two enemies, leaving one completely free wasn’t a good decision. Instead, while Rowan himself pinned down one, it was better for the other mercenaries to quickly deal with the remaining one.

For Rowan, he just had to endure, and if the opponent was weak, he could kill them.

’If I kill them, I become more comfortable.’

If the orc was as strong as the mercenaries hesitated about, withdrawing would be easy. Because they’d want to quickly deal with four humans targeting their fellow orc rather than chase one escapee.

Thinking cowardly,

Thinking rationally,

From Rowan’s position, heading down the slope to the right to target the orc was better than left. Going around alone to the side was threatening to the orc and gave humans breathing room.

"Hup!"

Rowan threw his body to the right with all his might. The arrow immediately shot was aimed precisely at Rowan’s moving path.

Clatter!

Swoosh!

The wind-cutting sound reached Rowan. Running, Rowan smiled. Because the orc’s arrow, unable to gauge his running speed, passed far to the side. While active as a deep forest hunter, Rowan had saved money but also become good at climbing forests and mountains.

His movements couldn’t be compared to ordinary mercenaries.

The brown wolf Dono got ahead of Rowan and disappeared into bushes.

Swoosh!

As soon as Rowan dodged the enemy orc’s arrow, he leisurely slid to land, then took a tree as cover and half-hid his body in bushes.

He could hear running footsteps. Not increasing distance, but approaching.

’Quite a brave one.’

Even knowing he came with a wolf, the sight of the orc charging made Rowan’s competitive spirit rise sharply. Unlike others, Rowan, who’d trained martial arts through one-on-one sparring with Rakson, had a boldness worthy of any warrior.

Even knowing he had to face both beast and human, goosebumps rose on Rowan’s forearms at the orc’s approaching footsteps. Because he directly faced that bravery.

Rowan came out from the tree’s side. Extending his shield straight forward, he placed his shortsword with the blade resting on the shield. Sharp eyes saw the approaching orc.

A very young orc. His beard was black but not bushy like a dwarf’s, just a bit growing here and there was all. The beard could make him look old, but it was young skin without eye wrinkles or neck wrinkles.

’Build is bigger than mine.’

Of course there was about a head’s difference, and weight also looked about one to two classes higher. But Rowan definitely didn’t run.

Because he’d learned and pondered much from the battle with Sendabil. One step per day, Rowan was developing even if just very slightly.

"UWAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!"

Brother Amantous, shouting loudly enough to shake the forest, charged while holding twin axes. His right hand’s axe was up, his left hand’s axe was down.

The typical appearance of a twin axe warrior. Even so, it wasn’t something easily seen. Abandoning the shield’s advantage proved he was a skilled warrior and meant he had confidence he could match shield-bearing opponents.

’It’s poison!’

The shortsword’s blade hidden in sunlight coming through trees could only be seen clearly when reaching 10 paces. Sticky liquid like mixed black and deep green was smeared.

His momentum softened while simultaneously stopping his steps. He abandoned Puastsuaj maj Poise (Wounded Charge Stance).

One of the ancient orc warrior combat techniques—charging in to strike the enemy’s weapon with an axe while simultaneously bumping into the opponent with his body to knock them down or make them lose balance, then finishing. He stopped it just like that.

The posture holding twin axes changed. He lowered his body to match eye level with Rowan. He bent his knees slightly and bent his upper body a bit. He couldn’t prevent his head from jutting forward, but it looked more like a posture mocking the opponent.

’Seems like I could stab his throat anytime...’

Having high stature, even if stabbed he could instantly raise himself to dodge. The blade wouldn’t even reach his throat. It would be blocked by axes. Rowan was also disadvantaged in arm length.

’Cautious one.’

Seeing Brother Amantous who had both bravery and caution together, Rowan opened his mouth. This was another experiment and also something already thought out. It was an experiment with a language obtained from black dreams.

’Skin colors are the same shade of green, right?’

They might roughly match. He needed certainty about that, and was curious, so he opened his mouth.

The power regarding goblin language and writing that belonged to the black dream’s Wolf Crown.

Goblin speech burst from a human mouth.

"Can you speak goblin language?"

At those words, Brother Amantous flinched.

"How is a human speaking goblin language?"

"I have quite some connection, you see."

Saying that, as Rowan carefully moved one foot closer, Amantous pulled his left foot back. His eyes went to the shortsword then returned to look at Rowan’s whole body, settling on his center.

’Big harvest.’

"Then you can understand human language too?"

"Not difficult."

Brother Amantous answered briefly and asked back instead.

"Why did you attack us?"

"The villagers made a request. Something about paying mountain tax or something. I don’t really know. But I have to work for the commission fee I received, right?"

Rowan bluffed. Then he shut his mouth tightly and pulled the round shield to bend his elbow, then extended it again.

The first to charge was Rowan. Thinking to cut down the orc with one stroke through secret technique.

’The original form is Eine Angriff (False Attack).’

A secret technique targeting the lower body of heavy opponents. A secret technique whose main target was destroying knees. It was also a secret technique for targeting medium-to-large organisms bigger than humans with large builds and long reach.

Medium-to-large organisms relying on intuition and senses only believed what they saw, so they had strong weakness to fakes—utilizing that was precisely the secret technique—False Attack.

Naturally, it was used through weapons with powerful striking force like maces.

’But what I have is a shortsword and round shield.’

Short reach, no tremendous destructive power. Of course, even so, cutting off human wrists and arms wasn’t difficult, and he could make shoulders dangle.

The important thing was impact force.

Because he couldn’t produce enough destructive power to make someone sit down with legs losing strength instantly even from a grazing hit, he couldn’t use the Eine Angriff secret technique directly.

So he had to modify it.

"Whoop!"

He held his breath to make a decisive move. At that breathing, Brother Amantous also inhaled and held his breath. Muscles swelled.

Both swung their weapons.