Chapter 261
Naturally, the horn of the Raging Wolf Clan's Chieftain was not an ordinary object.
The horn, known as the [Voice of the Predator], possessed very special abilities.
Just as the Thunderhoof Clan tamed wild boars for riding, the Raging Wolf Clan tamed enormous Uruk Wolves.
Although they were not mounts, the power of thousands of Uruk wolves on the battlefield was terrifying.
The Uruk wolves were nearly twice as large as the average wolf, and they were fierce beasts of prey, capable of taking on and defeating an ordinary tiger head-to-head.
The [Voice of the Predator] was an item capable of controlling those formidable Urk wolves with ease.
Although it was not a Holy Relic, it possessed abilities nearly equivalent to those of a Holy Relic.
Since thousands of Urk wolves were the core of the Raging Wolf Clan's power, stealing the horn was an extraordinary exploit.
Thus, Turian’s escape and rescue were crucial events in Bagram’s scenario.
If Turian were rescued and the mystical horn [Voice of the Predator], were acquired, it would mean that over 30 percent of the Raging Wolf Clan's power would be lost in an instant.
In other words, from Otto’s perspective, there was no reason to fight the Raging Wolf Clan at this time.
If Turian managed to steal the horn and weaken the Raging Wolf Clan's power, there would be no need to engage them in battle immediately; only a fool would choose to confront them now.
This was also the reason why Otto advised Bagram to hold off and wait.
By delaying, they could avoid wasting resources unnecessarily, even if the reinforcements from the Kingdom of Erzsebet were taking longer to arrive.
Besides, they still needed to bring in the Kingdom of Erzebet’s forces.
‘The chances of a successful assassination are slim.'
The chance of success is under 1 percent.
Even if the assassination succeeded, the chance of escaping the Raging Wolf Clan was only about 1 in 10.
'99 percent chance of failure. But he'll definitely steal the horn and run away with it….'
Otto knew exactly how to act from this point onward.
If he could simply intercept Turian during their escape, the operation would be a complete success.
Normally, they would have sent a special force of magical swordsmen to support Turian, but now they don't have to.
Why?
Because they had the wyverns.
Having aerial forces meant that infiltration and extraction became significantly easier.
There was no need to painstakingly avoid enemy detection during infiltration, nor to desperately flee while being pursued during extraction.
All they had to do was swoop in, get the job done, and swoop out.
‘Anyway, what a lucky guy.'
Otto thought this and looked at Qasim, who held the reins of Khamak, with a satisfied expression.
“Hmm?”
Qasim, sensing Otto's gaze on him, flushed.
“Is something wrong?”
“I’m just impressed.”
“What…?”
“I can’t tell you how reassuring it is to have you, Sir Qasim.”
"Hahaha!"
Qasim beamed with joy at Otto's unexpected praise.
Otto's praise always made Qasim dance, and the feeling of accomplishment, happiness, and satisfaction after each mission was immense.
*Whhiiiiirrr~!!!*
‘Huh?'
Otto had the impression that a tail had sprouted behind Qasim's rear end, which was spinning like a propeller.
It felt like watching a dog that had just received praise from its owner.
“Thanks to you, the operation is going smoothly. It’s all because of you, Qasim.”
“Oh, not at all!”
“I look forward to your continued support, Qasim.”
“Loyalty! Loyalty! Loyalty!"1
After encouraging and praising Qasim, they immediately moved on to another location.
To the ideal location where they could intercept Turian mid-escape.
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An hour later.
"Catch him! Chwiieek!"
"Catch Turian! Chwiieek!"
“The chieftain has been attacked! Chase after Turian and his men!”
The entire Raging Wolf Clan encampment went into a frenzy.
A true catastrophe had occurred when Turian attacked the Chieftain of the Raging Wolf Clan, stole the horned flute and fled.
"Ch-Chwiek! We must! We must catch him! Warriors of the tribe! Capture Turian! He's a spy sent by the Thunderhoof Clan! Chwiiieek! He attacked me and stole the horned flute before fleeing! Chwiiieek! Hurry, chase after him! Chwiiiiiiieeek!!!"
Even as blood gushed from his chest, the Raging Wolf tribe's Chieftain, Bekyum, shouted at the top of his lungs.
Although he nearly suffered a fatal injury from Turian's sudden attack, he fortunately managed to survive.
"Chwiek! Capture Turian! Chwiek!"
"Everyone, mobilize! Chwiek!"
The Raging Wolf Tribe's warriors immediately went after Turian's group.
However, catching Turian wasn't easy.
He and his team had a thorough escape plan, and they were able to escape the Raging Wolves' camp quickly by riding the boars they had prepared in advance.
Of course, that didn’t mean escaping was easy.
“A-oooooooo!!"
“Grrrr!”
The Raging Wolf Clan immediately released the Uruk Wolves to chase after Turian and his group.
The Uruk Wolves possessed incredible speed and endurance, and their sense of smell was exceptionally keen, true to their lupine nature.
Being natural hunters, the Uruk wolves' pursuit was swift, and it wasn't long before they closed in on Turian's group.
“C-Chiik!"
Upon seeing the Uruk Wolves in the distance, Turian panicked.
Although it was well-known that the Uruk Wolves had excellent tracking and pursuit abilities, the extent of their skill was beyond what Turian had expected.
"Chwik! Run! Chwik! Run faster! Faster! Chwiiiiik!"
Despite Turian's relentless urging of the Steamboar, its speed continued to decrease.
The reason was simple.
The Steamboars Turian and his group were riding were old and worn-out individuals, having been used since the time of the Thunderhoof Clan, and their strength had diminished over the years.
Moreover, the Steamboars ridden by them had the advantage of powerful and explosive bursts of speed and destructive force, but they lacked endurance.
In other words, they were advantageous for a swift escape from the Raging Wolf tribe camp but were extremely disadvantageous for a prolonged escape.
“Chwiiik!”
Turian quickly pulled out the horned flute and blew into it with all his strength.
The horned flute was an item imbued with the power to command Uruk Wolves, so Turian hoped to use it to shake off the pursuit.
*Pooh!* *Pooh!*
The horned flute emitted a majestic sound.
"A-wooooo!!"
“Grrrr!”
However, the Uruk Wolves did not respond to the sound of the horned flute blown by Turian.
On the contrary, they growled as if enraged and picked up their pace.
"Ch-Chiik!"
Panicking, Turian blew the horn even more vigorously, but to no avail.
The reason was simple.
First, although Turian was a powerful orc, he had not yet earned the right to use the Horned flute.
Second, to command the Uruk Wolves, one needed not only the right but also knowledge of the specific melody required.
However, since the melody had been passed down only to the chieftains of the Raging Wolf Clan, it was only natural that Turian could not command the Uruk Wolves.
Unable to use the horned flute, Turian and his group quickly found themselves in danger.
"Huff, Huff."
“Squeee."
In the end, the Steamboars carrying Turian and his group could no longer run and collapsed.
For the aging Steamboars, running any further was impossible.
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"Chik. Chwiik!"
Turian stroked the neck of his huffing Steamboar.
“Squ… Squeeek…"
The Steamboar nuzzled Turian's face.
Those eyes.
And that helpless bellow.
The meaning of it…….
‘Go… Hurry.'
Even as it lay exhausted and collapsing, the Steamboar urged Turian to escape.
*Flinch!*
Turian understood the meaning of the Steamboar's expression and trembled.
Coldly speaking, it was best to abandon the boar and run for now.
Otherwise, they would be surrounded by the Uruk Wolves in no time, torn to shreds, and ultimately become wolf fodder.
"We must go now! Chwik!"
Baruga tugged at Turian.
However, Turian did not budge.
"Chwik…"
Turian couldn't bring himself to leave the fallen wild boar's side.
After all, Turian and the Steamboar had been precious companions who had shared the hardships of the past 20 years together.
Such was their bond that even after leaving the Thunderhoof Clan and joining the Raging Wolf Clan, they had remained together.
"Chwik… You used to be so vigorous in the past… Chwik."
Turian comforted the Steamboar with a sense of sorrow.
"We must go now! Chwik!"
“But….”
Turian couldn't bring himself to abandon his Steamboar.
The same was true for the other warriors as well.
The Thunderhoof Clan warriors had grown up living with their Steamboars and developing an affinity for them.
It was only natural that they couldn’t bring themselves to leave their boars behind and escape.
Furthermore, if they left the Steamboars behind like this, it was certain they would be torn apart by the enraged Uruk Wolves.
"Chwik… Our Thunderhoof Clan…"
A soft voice escaped from Turian’s lips.
"…does not abandon comrades. Chwik."
With that, Turian pulled out his spear.
“Chwiik!”
Baruga was greatly surprised by Turian's decision.
In this situation, deciding to fight the enemy was truly a foolish action.
It would be great if they could buy some time until the wild boars regained their strength, but it didn’t seem likely.
“Can’t we buy enough time for our comrades to catch their breath? Chwik. We’ll take out those guys, and once our comrades regain their strength, we’ll escape again. Chwik.”
“I understand… Chwik.”
Baruga was unable to break Turian's stubbornness.
“Baruga. Chwik.”
“Yes? Chik.”
“Take this horn and go to my brother first. Chwik.”
“N-No way! Chwik! I can't do that! Chwik!”
“Come on!!!”
Turian pushed Baruga's back.
“Even if we die here! Chwik! This horn must not fall back into that bastard Bekyum’s hands! Chwik! We must somehow deliver this horn to my brother! Chwik!”
"B-But…."
“Chwik! Go quickly! As a warrior and vice chieftain of the Thunderhoof Clan, I command you! Chwik! Go quickly!!! Chwik!!!”
Turian emphasized his identity as both a warrior and vice-chief of the Thunderhoof Clan.
In the end, it acknowledged that its essence was ultimately the Thunderhoof Clan.
“You must… you must survive. Chwik.”
Baruga, shedding tears, accepted the horn and began to run according to Turian’s orders.
“Chwik! Come on! This Turiann will kill every last one of you! Chwik!”
“Chwik!!!”
Soon after, the battle between Turian, the warriors from the Thunderhoof Clan and the Uruk Wolves began.
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Unfortunately, Turian and his group could not hold out for long.
The Uruk Wolves had surrounded them before they could react and unleashed an indiscriminate onslaught.
“C-Chwiiik, chwik!!! Chwik!!!”
“Awoooo!”
“Chwiiik!”
“Aack!”
Turiann swung his spear, throwing off the Uruk Wolf that was clinging to his back, but it was not enough.
"C-Chiik!"
"Chwiiik!"
One after another, the warriors fell under the onslaught of the Uruk Wolves.
“Chiik….”
Turian groaned as he fell to one knee.
“Grrrr!”
“Awwooooooo!”
The Uruk Wolves, no longer attacking, slowly circled around Turian's group, maintaining their encirclement.
They intended to hold Turian's group captive until the enraged warriors of the Raging Wolf Clan arrived.
"Like this… Chwik… Is this the end… I couldn't even apologize to my brother… Chwik…"
At the moment Turian was regretting and thinking of his brother Bagram's face.
*Flash!*
A flash of lightning struck down.
*Crackle!* *Bzzztt!*
A blue lightning spread out in a circle, sweeping away the Uruk Wolves.
"…..!"
"…..!"
"…..!"
At the moment Turian and his group were startled by the sudden barrage of lightning.
*Thud!*
A truly gigantic boar, with an immense size, descended with a thud, emitting an electric current.
"Ch-Chwiiiik!!!"
Turian and his group instantly recognized the identity of the gigantic lightning boar.
Chawchaw
The legendary beast from the Thunderhoof Clan, a legend so well-known that even if one didn't want to know, one couldn't help but recognize it.
And the Orc riding on top of it…
“Chwik!”
Bagram shouted, tightening their grip on Astra's Axe.
“Anyone who dares to touch my brother, I, Bagram, will not forgive you! Chwiiik!!!”
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TL/N:
1. This kind of repetition is often used in Korean to convey enthusiasm, intensity.
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