Bandits, Your Traps Have to Be Powerful!

"I really don't know if it's good or bad to let my people listen to the orders of humans," Benevolence said blankly. He really was at a loss. He did not know what to say, but he was right. Those bandits were humans, so it was better for humans to go and negotiate.

They did not know much about humans, much less about the outlaws. They had to see how Sous did it.

As he watched the departing party, the person riding on the horse's back at the front was Sous, Benevolence felt mixed emotions.

He could not allow his own people to die. It would be best if Sous could reduce the number of casualties. He could not go. He still had to stay in the tribe to manage the important matters.

Just like that, Sous took the lead, headed right for another battle.

"Mercy, find someone who knows the way and lead us. I'm not familiar with these places," Sous said to Mercy beside him. They were both on horseback, with the Orc army behind them.

"Okay."

With no time to waste, Mercy immediately shouted, asking for anyone familiar with the route to step out.

Two Orcs ran up from behind.

The journey was silent.

Sous was beginning to explore based on his memories. He had some memories of the mountain. It was called Bandit Mountain, but in fact it was somewhat related to the Skalan Empire.

Why did the Skalan Empire keep the bandits until now? Why didn't they destroy Bandit Mountain? Was it because the bandits were too difficult to capture? Or was it because they were very powerful?

In fact, it was neither.

He had heard from the empress that the nobles of the Skalan Empire were involved in Bandit Mountain. In other words, Bandit Mountain involved the interests of the upper classes of the Skalan Empire, and part of their financial resources came from there.

The Empress could only pretend to be unaware. There were too many people involved, so it was not appropriate for her to directly give out orders to get someone to destroy the mountain. Bandit Mountain indeed produced much earnings for the nobles. Moreover, the bandits especially targeted the merchants of the Skalan Empire. These people were the ones with the true riches.

The main reason was that every month, Bandit Mountain would send "protection fees" to the ministers of the Skalan Empire. Without the power of these ministers, would they be so arrogant? They were just outside the Skalan Empire, free and unfettered. If they did not have the backing of their descendants, they would not have been able to survive until now and would have died long ago.

However, Sous was not afraid of these things. If this was really the case, then it was also a good thing. Perhaps he could help the Empress get rid of this source of trouble. The Empress was not in a good position to make any moves. On the surface, she pretended to turn a blind eye on the situation, but in reality, everyone was well aware of it.

If there were only one or two ministers, it would be fine. It would not matter if they were exterminated. However, there were too many ministers involved. Bandit Mountain was a source of income for so many of these ministers. Their monthly income was definitely not a small sum. These ministers were not righteous men either. How could they be satisfied?

The bandits had been in all kinds of situations before. To be able to get so many ministers involved, it was indeed like treading on thin ice.

"Should I get involved or not?" Sous was troubled.

Shaking his head, Sous was determined once again. He put aside his worries about the Empress. There was no need for him to be so troubled himself. He had no intention of starting a war this time round. Even if he did, his chances of survival would be too high anyway. What kind of danger lay in Bandit Mountain, if any at all?

Could the bandits really defeat the beastmen?

Impossible.

One had to know that even the Skalan Empire could not defeat the Orc Tribe. Of course, it was also because the Holy Land was participating in the battle. But how many people from the Holy Land had actually participated? Added together, the forces from the Holy Land did not really contribute much at all.

Therefore, if they really fought, he would still likely survive.

His chances of survival were so high, that Sous could not actually be bothered coming initially.

Then what could he do to make it such that he would have to greet death face to face?

"I'm numb. Everyone else is trying their best not to get hurt or be in danger. I'm trying my best to be killed now. This is too strange. How useless are those people who want to kill me but are unable to?" Sous secretly despised them in his heart. There should be people who want to kill him, even in the Skalan Empire. For example, that minister named Buck Byron.

He was the leader of the ministers and had many supporters.

Just like that, two hours passed.

They arrived at the foot of Bandit Mountain.

Seeing a few bandits hiding in the dark, Sous smiled. They wanted to hide from him?

A command was given.

"Kill!"

Only then, did Sous truly understand the ferocity of the Orcs.

A bunch of Orcs rushed out upon hearing Sous' order.

Even Sous was stunned. This was what it meant to be truly ferocious.

In just a short while, there were a total of eight corpses. Not a single one of the bandits was spared. All of them died and their bodies were thrown in front of Sous.

"I don't want the corpses. Bring their heads as a show of force!"

Mercy was not one to shy off from bloodshed either. He nodded and together with his subordinates, immediately chopped off the heads of the eight bandits.

The beastmen with the heads led the way. Sous dismounted his horse and everyone started up the mountain.

"I've already done so much provocation. There should be someone who wants to kill me later, right? Even if we go into battle, there will be people who should want to target me." Sous thought to himself and nodded secretly. He knew what he should do next. He had to do what he was about to do to gather more hatred for himself.

Mercy on the other hand, secretly admired Sous'. As expected, Sous was the same as Lord Benevolence. Sous was not indecisive. Doing this could intimidate others. At the very least, they had the upper hand in terms of their imposing manner. In a war, having a good aura and fierce spirit would allow an army to win the battle by half. Whichever side's spirit first gave out would be the first to be defeated.

By doing so, Sous had helped raise the morale of their army.

Mr. Sous,

A genius leader!

"Right now, I will be walking at the front. You will all be a few steps behind me. The one with the heads will go right behind me. The rest will protect Lord Mercy." Sous said.

"Mr. Sous, you can't. There must be traps in Bandit Mountain. How can it be as safe as we have seen so far?" Mercy was shocked. Mr. Sous was an emissary of the Skalan Empire. If anything happened to him, they would not be able to explain.

"What are you afraid of?" Sous' eyes were sharp as he looked at the Mountain. "Listen to me. This is a military order. Do you know the consequences of disobeying a military order? Before I came, I said that you have to listen to me."

"Yes." Of course Mercy understood military orders, but…

'Sigh!'

He could only sigh.

They had only been up the mountain for about ten minutes. Wherever they passed, they would kill anyone they saw. Sous walked at the front leisurely.

This was Sous' request. He wanted them to follow him from behind.

Mercy was full of admiration for Sous. Even he was extremely vigilant now as he was afraid that someone would sneak up on them from behind. After all, this was their territory and they also knew how to set traps in their tribe. But this did not mean that others did not know how to do it.

The bandits in the mountain, how could they not know how to set up traps?

Was it possible?

How could Sous not understand the logic that Mercy himself understood?

Of course he must know. It was precisely because he knew too much that he did this.

It was because it was dangerous. If it wasn't dangerous, why would he come here?

Sous prayed inwardly. 'Bandits, please let your traps be powerful!'