Savage Ascension: Starting with God-Tier Plunder Ability-Chapter 59: Isn’t He Your Comrade?

Rowan lowered the shortsword’s high stance that had signaled the start of combined techniques with the brown wolf Dono. He stopped targeting Brother Amantous and carefully approached Keireon lying on the ground.

Shield-bulk Keireon couldn’t make a sound, just rolling his eyes and unable to move. His mouth moved but made no sound.

’Was he thrown?’

Even thinking it, it was absurd.

He’d told the crow Kaiya to make sounds if an approaching orc existed, but not one cry was heard.

’Fist marks...’

He examined Keireon carefully, eyes scanning the damage. Brother Amantous with his injured knee didn’t even cross his mind, temporarily forgotten. An orc’s fist was engraved on the solid steel breastplate, the impression unmistakable. It was dented inward severely, pressing toward the lungs with deadly force. The reason he couldn’t breathe seemed to be this, the metal cage crushing his chest.

The steel would be caved in, strongly compressing the lungs. Keireon’s body, unable to even move from shock, looked fine on the outside but would be a mess inside. A thin liquid mixed with saliva and blood flowed from his lips.

’How?’

No matter how tremendous an orc’s strength, this was impossible. Leaving fist marks on iron plate by punching was impossible. Unless it was pure iron without a trace of carbon, heated and heated, melted and melted.

’But it’s possible. That’s why it’s before my eyes.’

While doubting his eyes, he had no choice but to quickly accept it.

"..."

Keireon, unable to breathe, struggled for air desperately. Rowan raised his gaze to look at Amantous, assessing the threat. Though Amantous was thinking of attacking at any moment, tension visible in his stance, with his limping knee clearly paining him, his charging power and speed wouldn’t be great, mobility compromised.

’If I can save him, I can save him.’

It seemed like there was time to remove the armor. But Rowan didn’t do that. He lifted a throwing dagger. Keireon’s eyes widened.

Thunk!

He drove it straight into the throat and moved it up and down to widen the wound. He couldn’t cut the neck bone. It was too much for a dagger’s strength.

Keireon couldn’t make a sound. Because the lungs were compressed and couldn’t release air to the throat, even wanting to wail in pain, he couldn’t wail. He wanted to thrash his body, but Keireon had flown dozens of meters and fallen.

Heavy armor was very vulnerable to falls. From shock, his body wouldn’t obey.

"What...! Isn’t he your comrade?"

Goblin language burst from Brother Amantous’s mouth. Shocked emotion naturally showed. Rowan answered.

"He couldn’t breathe, so I killed him quickly. It’s a more comfortable death than struggling for over 5 minutes in agony."

Even at Rowan’s words, Amantous didn’t know how to close his gaping mouth. Putting the blood-stained throwing dagger in his belt, he thought. Keireon falling from the sky was unrealistic. But to deny it, there was what his eyes saw.

Even while the orc was shocked, Rowan coldly judged the situation. Nothing was better for reducing excitement than thinking.

’Keireon, who plays tank role for the mercenaries, came flying. He fell from the sky with a thud.’

An absurd sight, but he saw it directly with his eyes.

’There’s no Keireon to block the front. The mercenaries’ judgment is...’

Rowan thought the mercenaries would’ve fallen apart. And he knew they’d head toward him rather than chase the fleeing mercenaries. The battle ended—hadn’t he just confirmed the orc’s thoughts about comrades rather than catching escapees?

’I want to kill him... that’d be greed.’

Chillingly sharp, like a predator evaluating prey, Rowan glared at Brother Amantous. He saw him raise his hand axe defensively. A wooden axe with iron crudely attached through simple welding and hammering, primitive construction. But it was fine even when hitting shields repeatedly, didn’t crack even when clashing with shortswords in combat.

A sturdy weapon unlike its appearance.

’Should I retreat? But...’

If the mercenaries fell apart, they’d naturally flee in panic, leaving him to fight the orc 2-on-1, outnumbered. Still, Rowan was conflicted between survival and opportunity. Greed for black dreams was truly like a drug, addictive and compelling.

"Caw! Caaaaw!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Then, the crow Kaiya cried while soaring into the sky urgently, calling here and there and disappearing through trees with frantic wing beats. Meaning an orc was approaching, another threat incoming. He couldn’t delay any longer, time running out.

"Dono!"

Rowan called Dono sharply. Dono, bursting out from behind Brother Amantous where he’d been waiting, approached Rowan while only turning his head to look at Amantous, never breaking eye contact with the threat. The fierce wolf’s eyes were a predator’s eyes, amber and cold.

’That human was a wolf tamer!’

Only then did Brother Amantous realize the wolf’s existence, and chills ran down his spine. Hair on his forearms stood on end.

If the wolf had charged from behind at the final decisive move, when he was committed to the attack, he’d have been a dead man without question. If Keireon hadn’t fallen from the sky with a thud, interrupting the flow, he would’ve suffered serious injury or met death from dual threats.

Wolves could climb even 2-meter right-angle walls with high inclines, their claws finding purchase. Beast agility was beyond imagination, supernatural in its fluidity. If he’d allowed the charge, his throat would’ve been bitten, fangs tearing through arteries.

"Don’t think about chasing."

Rowan withdrew quickly like that. Brother Amantous couldn’t chase Rowan. A crow on a tree branch was staring at him openly. If he approached, that crow would cry noisily.

When Rowan disappeared into bushes, the crow also flew between trees and hid its form.

Amantous hurriedly climbed the mountain. His mouth itched. What he’d met was someone who wasn’t dressed as a knight but whose skill matched a knight’s. Rather, like mercenaries, he knew how to run, and was experienced enough to use the wolf at the very last using patience and timing with the wolf.

Above all, strong.

It was natural for Brother Amantous’s mouth to itch after surviving that fight and gaining valuable experience.