"Who is the impudent one addressing me by my name?"
While the massive tortoise scanned her surroundings furiously, she ended her search when her eyes landed on the hulking male orc. This orc, who had plastered a huge smile on his face while looking at her, had managed to stop the war with a single word.
"My name is Alyon; I am the successor of the person who met you a hundred years ago."
The tortoise, whose pupils dilated enormously, spoke after examining the orc chief for a while.
"That's not you; where is the brave warrior who is my hero?"
"My master Alyon was killed as a result of a treacherous ambush. As I said, I am his successor who has taken over his legacy. I came here to remind you to keep the promise you made."
Learning that her hero had died, the tortoise queen stomped her foot on the ground and shouted.
"Liar! He cannot die! My children, tear these liars who entered our cave to pieces."
The herd of tortoises, which attacked with their queen's words, froze in the next moment and began to retreat into their shells. Seeing the state of her children, who lost their will to fight due to the intense pressure coming from Chief Alyon, Dilber shouted excitedly.
"This is his blood ability; this is the might of my hero!"
While Dilber cried wailing, tears flowed down from her eyes as if poured from a glass. The death of Alyon, who had saved her from wild creatures when she was just a small tortoise, practically seared her heart.
Turning to Alyon after crying for a long time, Dilber said, "I want to hear everything that happened in full detail."
While Alyon briefly mentioned their meeting with Mora and how they were killed, the other orcs were waiting calmly somewhere in the distance.
When Dilber and Alyon returned, Nafız became the target of the female tortoise's angry stares. Nafız, ignoring the pressure emitted by the two pairs of huge eyes fixed on her with killing intent, began to speak.
"Are you done reminiscing about the old days? Get your ass up, we're in a hurry."
While an electric arc formed between the eyes of the duo, Alyon called out to Dilber's ears with his sweet voice, as if reciting a poem.
"I am once again grateful to my master for having had the opportunity to meet a lovely lady like you, Miss Dilber. Encountering such a charming young lady instead of the small child in my memories has been the biggest surprise I've experienced in this short life of mine."
Alyon had brought Dilber, whom he saved from the hands of wild creatures, to the entrance of the reward dungeon with him. As a result of an anomaly experienced here, the small tortoise managed to reach a massive size. Just as the existence of the dungeons in this world was kept as a secret, their effects also remained unknown.
Dilber, whose cheeks flushed red at the words she heard, stepped aside from in front of the tunnels after looking Alyon up and down with an appraising eye.
"Sangre will enter the tunnel alone. You two will be with Nafız and me."
When Alyon gave his instructions, Sangre walked towards one of the tunnels alone. The orc who came second in the competition began to approach Alyon slyly.
"Second, come here! You will enter the tunnel with me!"
Nafız was grinning wickedly while calling the orc, who was up to some cunning, to her side.
"My name is Y..."
"Shut up, insect! You will forget everything up to this point! If you can receive the ancestors' grace, you will be reborn and take your names."
When Nafız interrupted the second and scolded him, the third asked Chief Alyon with a timid tone, "So, what will happen if we can't succeed, Chief?"
Alyon turned to the orc asking the question with all his fatherliness and gave the answer.
"You will die!"
As the two orcs entered the tunnels following Alyon and Nafız, Dilber was looking at Alyon's broad back with eyes full of admiration.
When the orc warriors entered the dungeon, a metallic voice rang in their ears.
"Welcome to the reward dungeon, adventurers!"
Nafız started chuckling when she heard the voice. While thinking to herself, I wonder if anyone other than me knows what this shit is, a hundred goblins appeared beside them.
While the goblins, armed with shields and spears, looked at them with dull eyes, the metallic voice spoke again.
"Goblin warriors have been created to fulfill your every command. If you pass the trials using them, the system will offer you a nice gift."
With the cessation of the voice, the environment changed, and the orcs found themselves inside a small tribe. The dungeon conquerors, trying to understand where this place open on all four sides with a few tents was, focused on the sounds coming from afar.
The sounds approached, and seeing that these were unconscious wild creatures the size of a normal pig, they took a sigh of relief. Before these creatures coming at full speed entered fighting range, all three dungeon conquerors shouted confidently.
"Draw shields, form a circular wall."
When the Nikonya army besieged their tribe, the three orcs were warriors in the defense units. They knew that the most guaranteed way to stop the rushing mindless creatures was the tactic they applied that day.
After waves of attacks, the surroundings filled with creature corpses. While the orcs, who succeeded in defending without casualties with the simple tactic they applied, were joyful, the metallic voice spoke once more.
"Congratulations! The first trial has ended; the second trial will begin in a thousand breaths."
While the orcs, fresh from a long battle, were catching their breath, Nafız cut open one of the carcasses lying on the ground. After cutting open a few more creatures, she was completely sure that there were no monster cores inside them.
The environment was changing, and a herd consisting of many wild creatures clustered in front of them was appearing. At the end of the thousand-breath duration, the creatures lined up in a spiral from the outside in and took a defensive position where they stood.
In the second round, the roles would be reversed. The orcs entering the trial were asked to destroy the wild creatures with their units of one hundred.
When the attack trial, where various tactics were applied, ended, ten goblins from Alyon's team and fifteen from Nafız's team had died.
When the metallic voice announced the third trial, the orcs, finding themselves under the attack of semi-conscious creatures inside an area surrounded by fences, understood the logic of the dungeon.
Against the enemies whose strength was gradually increasing, they had to organize defense and attack respectively with the goblins under their command. As the stages progressed, while Alyon began to help the orc beside him, Nafız didn't spoil her composure unless it was a life-or-death situation.
When the metallic voice announced the final stage after ten rounds were passed, there were around thirty goblins in Alyon's team, while on Nafız's front, there were ten-odd goblins.
The final stage was set up to capture a goblin cave. The Goblin King, who was the owner of the cave, would be killed, and the orcs would receive their promised gifts under the name of the ancestors' grace.
The third orc's team was advancing cautiously inside the cave, cutting down the goblin groups appearing in front of them in an organized manner. Since Alyon gave the authority to command him as well to the orc beside him, the third orc was marching his unit on a strong defensive foundation.
On the other side, Nafız had also given the command authority to the second orc, but she separated from the group and was committing a massacre alone. After killing a goblin at the entrance of the cave and seeing that it carried a semi-conscious monster core, she was spreading death ruthlessly and looting the corpses.
When both teams reached the end of the cave with different tactics, they saw the Goblin King of massive size, carrying a huge club in his hand, with his belly hanging down to his knees. While the king of the cave was waiting for the uninvited guests, he was experiencing an outburst of rage due to the slaughter of his soldiers.
After telling Chief Alyon to tank the king, the third orc began to finish him off slowly. Unlike this team that consistently took the king's life, the second orc could only continue to run until Nafız arrived.
With the help of his luck, the orc, who managed to fend off the attacks until the last goblin died, took a sigh of relief when Nafız arrived at the place where the battle was taking place. Seeing the Goblin King, a conscious creature, Nafız took a deep breath and went on the attack, while the second orc would faint in the corner from exhaustion.
Cutting the King's tendons with the blood daggers she took out from her wristbands, Nafız forced the creature to its knees. As she jumped on its back and ran towards its head, the Goblin King, feeling the female orc slicing him with her daggers along the way, swung the club in his hand violently behind him.
Nafız, who had climbed to the top of the goblin before the club reached her, thrust her dagger into her enemy's skull and felt that her weapon didn't reach the creature's brain due to its size. Before the Goblin King, screaming in pain, hit his own head with his hand, Nafız jumped twenty steps away by somersaulting.
When she stretched the bow on her back aiming at the struggling creature, a blood-red arrow, one and a half steps long, appeared from nothingness.
The arrow, shooting from her bow like lightning and piercing through the king's brain, consisted of the creature's own blood. The voice of the king, dying with a sorrowful scream upon the last blow he received, would cause the fainted orc to wake up.
While Nafız had started walking to loot the corpse of the Goblin King lying on the ground, a chest with ancient carvings on it appeared in front of her.
Entering a reward dungeon for the first time, Nafız was approaching the chest cautiously but was startled by a cry of joy coming from behind her. The second orc, who had opened his chest, was laughing heartily while looking at the leather armor in his hand.
Watching the scene in front of her with blank eyes, Nafız turned her back and reached her hand to the lid to open her own chest. A few breaths later, when she saw the pitch-black daggers with her name engraved in Latin letters, she would begin to more or less figure out the reward mechanic.
The system must be giving gifts according to the behavior pattern displayed by the dungeon conqueror in the last stage. Looking at the armor, the gift of the second orc who generally held onto life by running away, Nafız thought maybe she should have stayed a bit passive too.
Although the gift she received wasn't as good as the wristbands made by Mora's father, it was a weapon far above standard. While she experienced the danger of her identity being revealed every time she used the weapons in the wristband, this trouble would become history with the unpretentious reward daggers.
The orc, who had put on his armor and was jumping left and right with excitement, flinched as a result of the blow he took to his waist and saw Nafız standing behind him. Seeing that an attack she made with her new daggers didn't penetrate the leather armor, Nafız got a bit depressed, but there was nothing she could do.
While the second, seeing that not even a scratch formed on his armor with the blow he took from the wild female orc, was in amazement, Nafız's words as she leaned towards his ear would leave his enthusiasm unfinished.
"If I hear about the event that just happened from someone else, I'll open many air holes in your new armor."
Swallowing hard and nodding his head, the second was in a panic, and the environment they were in changed again, returning to inside the tunnel they entered. When the team came to the clearing where Dilber saw them off and examined the surroundings, Alyon's glum face was waiting for them.