I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

Chapter 262

"El-Elder Brother…! Chwiiik…!!!”

Turian shuddered as he looked at the back of his brother Bagram, whom he hadn't seen in years.

How long had it been since he had seen that broad back…

“Chwiik.”

Bagram glanced over his shoulder at Turian.

“My little brother. Chwiik”

“……!”

"This older brother has come to save you. Chwik."

"How… Chwik."

"I am nothing but a despicable traitor…. who betrayed the clan and my brother… Chwik…"

“No. Chwik.”

Bagram shook his head.

"You and the warriors… Chwik. Received this older brother's secret orders… Chwik. Risked your lives to infiltrate the Raging Wolf Clan and carry out the mission. Chwik."

"Ch-Chwiik?!"

"For years, you were treated as a traitor to the clan, infiltrating the Raging Wolf Clan to gain their trust… Chwik. Attempted to assassinate the chieftain, Bekyum, and seized the Horn of the Beast. Chwik."

"Elder Brother… Chwiik.."

Turian understood Bagram's meaning but could not bring himself to say anything further.

He would cover up his past mistakes and, on top of that, tell the clan that he had made significant contributions.

For Turian, who had once betrayed the clan and joined the enemy forces, it was a situation where he just wanted to hide in a rat hole.

"Little brother… Chwik."

Bagram said to Turian.

"I will never abandon you. Chwik. No matter what anyone says, you are my brother and a warrior of our proud Thunderhoof Clan."

"Ch-Chwik!"

"So forget the mistakes of the past. Chwik. And if you have any grievances against me… I hope you can let them go. Chwik. I too will forget your mistakes. Chwik."

"Ch…. Chwiiiik…."

Turian shed tears, overwhelmed by his brother Bagram's vast heart and forgiveness, and he deeply regretted the mistakes of the past.

To think that he had constantly defied such a brother and in the end, left the clan to join the enemy forces after a heated argument.

"Stay back. Chwik."

Bagram rode Chawchaw and headed towards the approaching warriors of the Raging Wolf Clan.

"Sque…. Squueeeee!!!"

At the same time, Chawchaw let out a fierce roar and emitted a powerful electric current.

*Crackle!* *Bzzztt!*

The electric current then reached the fallen Steamboars of Turian's group, the now aged boars and enveloped each of them.

"Chwik! Chwik!"

“Chwiiik!”

The boars, who seemed on the verge of death, suddenly sprang to their feet and let out a mighty roar.

Empowered by Chawchaw’s abilities, their depleted strength was restored, and they became surprisingly vigorous, defying their age as old warriors.

Not to mention equipping them with armor that emitted electric current.

“Oooooh! Chwiik!”

"T-The power of Chawchaw! Chwik!"

"Oh my God! Chwik!"

Turian and the warriors were amazed as the boars were enhanced by Chawchaw.

To actually witness the power of Chawchaw, a legend only passed down as the first chieftain of the Thunderhoof Clan, was beyond belief.

Whether he does it or not.

"I'll sweep them all away! Chwik!"

Bagram riding Chawchaw, charged fiercely alone towards the warriors of the Raging Wolf Clan.

It was entirely possible for Bagram alone to crush the pursuing group.

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Bagram’s power, riding Chawchaw, was truly overwhelming.

*Flash!*

*Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!*

*Bzzzzttt!!*

Bagram wielded Astra’s axe, striking with lightning and emitting electric currents, making a tremendous effort as he swept away the pursuing warriors of the Raging Wolf Clan.

"Chwik… chwik… Is this truly, what my brother looks like… Chwik."

Turian trembled with awe as he witnessed Bagram’s overwhelming strength.

The image of Bagram, who always appeared weak due to his wise and gentle nature, was nowhere to be seen.

Riding the legendary beast Chawchaw and wielding Astra’s axe, Bagram looked truly magnificent, powerful, and awe-inspiring.

In the meantime.

*Swoosh!* *Swoosh!*

“Protect our allies.”

"Guic! Gwiiik!"

Qasim and Peng appeared with the magic swordsmen and protected Turian and his group.

“Ch-Chwiik?!"

Turian panicked.

"Leader! Chwik!

Baruga, who had fled with the [Voice of the Predator], ran towards Turian.

"What happened! Chwik!"

"They protected me and brought me back here! Chwik!"

Baruga pointed to Qasim, Peng, and the magic swordsmen.

"They say they are allies of the Chieftain! Chwik! These are the ones who came to rescue me and our warriors! Chwik!"

"Is.. Is that so? Chwik?"

Then.

“Let's talk about that later.”

Otto appeared with Camille and extended his palm towards Baruga.

"Hand it over."

“Ch-Chiik?"

"Give it to me, quickly."

"What are you talking about? Chwik?"

"Who are you talking to so informally?"

Otto glared at Baruga.

"I've had meals, visited hot springs, and done everything with your chieftain."

“Chwiik?”

"Don't talk so rudely. I'll make sure to deal with you before it gets any worse."

Baruga was left unable to do anything, feeling trapped by Otto's intimidation.

"Chwik? What should we do, Leader?"

"C-Chiik."

Turian hesitated to make a decision.

As an Orc, it was naturally difficult for him to deal with humans.

"Hey, you. Stop debating whether to give it or not. You're getting on my nerves."

"Ch-Chiik?!"

"What are you going to do if you don't give it?"

In the blink of an eye, Otto snatched the Horn of the Beast from Baruga’s hand and glared at him.

Using the Trickster’s Hand, Otto had pulled off a kind of pickpocketing move and succeeded flawlessly.

"Watch closely."

Otto said to Turian.

“This is how you blow it.”

Noting Turian's failed attempts to blow the horn, Otto quickly wiped the horn with his sleeve.

Then, as if to prove his point, he blew the horn.

*Peeeeee–*

At that moment, a sharp yet clear sound, entirely different from before, resonated from the horn.

It was a pitch, tone, and melody that were 180 degrees different from when Turian had played it.

*Peeeeriii Chwiieekchwiieek Piiiiiii- Peiiiii Chwiieekchwiieeek Peiiiii-*

What followed was truly astonishing.

“Grrr! Grrrr!"

“Whine!!"

The Uruk Wolves, who had surrounded and encircled Turian's group, suddenly sat in place and stared at Otto.

As if they were puppies waiting for a command.

“Chi… Chiiiik?!”

“Chwiik!"

"Th-This human… Chwik… Managing the [Voice of the Predator]! Chwik!"

Turian and his group were astonished to see Otto handle the horn so skillfully.

To think that there was a human who could handle the horn, which only the Chieftain of the Raging Wolf Clan knew how to use, so effortlessly.

‘Even if you can't do it, I can.'

Otto knew the use of the horn all too well.

To use the horn, one had to be the leader of a group of a certain size and know the exact notes.

Otto was one of the few who could meet both of these conditions.

Not only did he meet the qualifications, but he also knew the melody that controlled the Uruk Wolves.

*Piiriri Peeeeee- Peeeeeririri Piiieeeeririri- Peeeee- Piiiiii- Peiiiii Chwiieekchwiieeek Peiiiii-*

Otto continued to blow the horn.

“Arrf! Aaarfff!"

“Grrrrrr!"

Hundreds of Urk Wolves suddenly turned and charged towards the distant warriors of the Raging Wolf Clan.

“A-oooooo!”

“Grrr! Grrrrrr!"

“Snarr! Snarr!"

The Uruk Wolves then charged at the warriors of the Raging Wolf Clan who were fighting Bagram, tearing into them indiscriminately.

The power of the horn made the Uruk Wolves recognize the warriors of the Raging Wolf Clan as enemies.

“Chik… Chwiiiik!"

Turian was so astonished by Otto’s masterful use of the horn that he nearly collapsed to the ground.

They mentioned having meals, visiting hot springs, and doing everything with his brother Bagram.

Indeed, it seemed he was a different kind of human altogether.

Thanks to Bagram's fierce prowess on Chawchaw and Otto's impressive performance with the horn, the battle was swiftly concluded.

The overwhelming strength of Bagram and the ferocity of the Uruk wolves made it an easy victory.

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After the battle.

“Good work.”

Otto turned and said to Turian.

“Ch-Chwik?!"

"Stealing the horn and escaping was a huge accomplishment. Hold your head up high."

“Got it, Chwik.”

“And….”

Otto gave Turian a sharp smack on the back of the head.

“Kuckk, Chwik!”

"Listen to your brother, will you?"

“Ch… wik."

"Do you have any idea how much your brother has suffered because of you?"

"……"

"If I hear that you’re not listening to your brother again, you’ll get beaten until you’re dead. Got it?"

“I… I got it.”

“‘I understand’ is too weak of a response.”

Otto glared up at Turian.

“Damn it!"

*Flinch!*

When Otto raised his fist, Turian instinctively flinched.

Although Otto's words were light, his overwhelming presence made Turian instinctively shrink back.

"You, I’ll be keeping an eye on you from now on. Got it?"

Otto threatened Turian.

He meant it.

Otto intended to take matters into his own hands if Turian continued to act recklessly as he had before.

He knew that Bagram, with his unusually generous and rational nature for an Orc, would never bring himself to physically punish his younger brother Turian.

"If you act up with those old habits just once more."

At that moment.

*Flash!*

Otto's eyes glinted menacingly, pressing down on Turian's soul.

It was the use of the sinister high-level black magic soul-stealing power of the witch Calypso, to imprint a message into Turian's mind.

"I will definitely crush you. Remember this, the day you make your brother suffer will be the day of your own funeral."

“……!”

Turian was so terrified, he stood frozen in place.

It wasn’t that Turian was a coward, by any means.

Turian had risked his life attempting to assassinate the chieftain of the Raging Wolf Clan, Bekyum.

He had stolen the horn and made his escape.

He even fought against the pursuing enemies rather than abandoning his companion boars.

A courageous orc indeed.

Nonetheless, in the face of Otto's power, Turian was utterly powerless.

"Remember this, if you cause trouble again, I'll be the one to punish you personally."

Otto engraved fear deeply into Turian’s heart.

Although it was unlikely that Turian would act out as he did in the past, it didn't reassure him.

"C-Chik…. Y-Yes… I understand. Chwik."

Turian, his legs trembling like a leaf in the wind, nodded vigorously up and down in response to Otto's warning.

That was how terrifying Otto's warning was.

Meanwhile.

“Little brother. Chwiik.”

Bagram, having finally wrapped up the Raging Wolf Clan's warriors, dismounted from Chawchaw and approached Turian.

“E-Elder Brother. Chwik."

Turian, feeling ashamed, couldn't bring himself to look Bagram in the face.

Even if Turian were to repent for his past wrongs and decide to return to the Clan now, it didn’t erase the fact that he had once defied Bagram, left the Clan and joined the Raging Wolf Clan.

“It's been a long time, my little brother.”

"……!"

“How have you been?”

With that, Bagram gave his brother Turian a big brotherly hug.

That was an act that clearly demonstrated how much Bagram cherished Turian, showing that there were no lingering resentments.

“I'm glad we met again. Chwik. I'm very happy. Chwik."

“Chwik."

Just as tears were about to well up in Turian’s eyes.

*Whooosh!!!*

From somewhere, a crossbow bolt flew through the air and pierced Turian's back, right in the center.

“Aack!”

Turian collapsed, crushing Bagram beneath him.

The kinetic energy of the arrow was so powerful that it sent Turian flying, knocking him away entirely.

"B-Brother!!"

Bagram exclaimed, cradling Turian in his arms.

The arrow’s force was so immense that it pierced through Turian’s back, protruding from the center of his chest, almost tearing through the armor on Bagram’s chest as well.

But that wasn't the important thing.

"Kuck! Cough! Cough!"

Bagram began spewing blood like a fountain.

A fatal wound.

Perhaps his heart had been pierced, the worst possible injury.

"Move!!!"

Otto yelled and rushed toward Turian.

There was no time.

If things continue as they were, Turian would be dead within seconds.

It was crucial to administer ‘the elixir' to Turian as quickly as possible.

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