As the return journey passed quite calmly, the second and third orcs appeared before the Chief to receive their names. Both warriors wouldn't let the items they won from the dungeon out of their sight for a moment, like children who just got their holiday outfits.
Although Alyon, whose disappointment was slowly fading, was annoyed by this situation, he tried not to show his feelings due to his position. When everyone was ready, Alyon turned to the orcs waiting for their names and called out.
"You have successfully passed the ancestors' trial and received your graces. Now, the time has come to receive your new names as a testament to this heroism."
"Second, step forward; I will give you your name."
As Nafız called out to the orc who was with her in the reward dungeon, the second orc stepped forward in fear.
"Your name from now on will be 'Kuyag'!"
Learning that this word he had never heard before would be his name, the orc was surprised and wanted to say something, but a pair of eyes looking at him was enough to change his mind.
"You step forward too, orc warrior; from now on, your renown will be 'Vahşiduvar'."
It was quite natural for the orc to receive this name thanks to the huge shield he carried, and he rejoiced by slapping his friend's back with pleasure. After the ceremony, Kuyag and Vahşiduvar left the presence to take their places for guard duty.
Nafız came to the side of her student, who had become withdrawn after coming out of the reward dungeon heavily wounded, and found him looking far away again.
"I know the fire burning inside you; I will let you do what you want when the time comes."
His master's words had the effect of a green oasis on Sangre, who was like someone dehydrated in the desert. While his reddish eyes began to shine, he climbed onto the moving vehicle and started training with his new knives.
A fully equipped unit met the team at the entrance, who returned with the first lights of the morning just like when they left the tribe. Those in the vehicle, seeing this unit formed as a mix of orc and human warriors, could not hide their astonishment.
Until this time, the human company had been training among themselves, patrolling, and staying in a separate tent.
Following the vehicle stopping and those inside slowly coming out, the company took inspection position.
"Welcome, Chief!"
The stance of this mixed unit greeting him with their booming voices made Alyon grin from ear to ear. When he turned to Nafız with admiration, he found her nodding as if to say, I knew it.
"You two, go and report to Domuzkuyruk."
Seeing Vahşiduvar trying to run while dragging his huge shield, Nafız shouted angrily.
"Idiot! That shield is bound to your soul; haven't you learned how to adjust its size yet?"
The orc, who stopped running for a moment, stared at the shield in his hand; just as Nafız, who was getting increasingly tense, was about to intervene, Alyon calmly spoke up.
"Captain, you can put it aside until you fully master your shield. Don't worry, no one other than you can use it."
Since Alyon had fully internalized the weapon he obtained from the reward dungeon, he had deep knowledge about the nature of these items. Reward equipment was delivered to its owners in its most majestic size, and it was impossible for anyone other than the persons bound to its soul to use them.
Alyon, who had been away from the tribe for more than six months, had a question in his mind as he walked to his tent with quick steps: I wonder what my child is doing.
"Hey! Walk a little slower, what's with this excitement?"
How could Alyon not be excited? While carrying a part of the lineage of the ancient Orc Lords inside him, his firstborn child should have had his share of this majestic blood. Alyon, sure that he would meet a swarthy warrior orc, entered his tent; how could he know that a big surprise was waiting for him inside?
In a corner of the great chief's tent, a scrawny male orc bent double was looking at him out of the corner of his eye without lifting his head from the book in his hand.
"Who are you, you scrawny runt? What are you doing in my tent?"
As the orc, closing his book and standing up, walked towards the chief, Nafız also entered the tent.
"Hello, according to the description given to me, you must be Chief Alyon, and ma'am, you must be the tribe's greatest warrior, Blood God Nafız."
While Nafız looked at this male orc whose height and physical features were exactly the same as hers, she was very surprised by the words she heard.
"Wow, I never expected to see someone speaking so politely in these wild lands."
The scrawny orc addressing her by her full title stroked Nafız's ego; while she smiled contentedly, Alyon's roar shook the tent.
"I asked who you are, goddammit! Stop talking nonsense and introduce yourself!"
"Sir, I am the orc who is the first male son of the tribe's chief, the great warrior Alyon."
What the short and scrawny orc standing in front of him with his book in hand and simple leather clothes on said caused Alyon to take a few steps back and fall on his butt.
As the dreams he built along the way and the meeting moment he had been constructing in his head for so long passed before his eyes like a film strip, Alyon threw himself out of the tent in a scramble, screaming.
"Miloş! No one can save you from me now."
Nafız, coming out of the tent right after Alyon who ran to the training ground with fury, couldn't make sense of what was happening. When she increased her speed, worried that her friend who lost control would do something stupid, the orcs in the training ground started to become visible in the distance.
While the warrior orcs were engaged in training fights with each other, Alyon, entering the field like a bullet, sent the orcs he encountered flying left and right until he reached Commander Miloş. Miloş, who was in the middle of a heated battle, was too late when he sensed the approaching danger.
Shielding his shoulder against the punch coming at the last moment, Miloş was hurled dozens of steps away by the impact of the blow and fell to the ground with a loud noise.
"Miloş! I gave you a clear order when leaving; you knew very well what would happen to you in case of disobedience."
While the commander, who took a heavy blow, looked at Chief Alyon from where he lay, the note Domuzkuyruk gave him six months ago came to his mind.
"I am leaving the tribe; I estimate that I will have a child in the time until I return."
Miloş, remembering the beginning of the note Alyon sent him, knew he was living the last moments of his life because what was written in the rest of the note was the biggest guarantee of this.
"If the child to be born is not capable of leading the glorious orc tribe, you will ensure that he is removed from the tribe before I arrive."
What Alyon did might have been heartless, but when he went to avenge his master, this was necessary to find an heir to replace him.
"Sir, the situation is not as you know, I can explain."
Miloş, making an intense effort to sit up, could barely speak due to the pain given by his ribs stabbing his lungs.
"Cut the nonsense, my order was quite clear. If you show mercy, you fall into a state where you beg for mercy."
Just as Alyon, finishing his words, sped up to deliver the final blow, he froze with an axe stuck in front of him.
"First you interrupted my fight, and now you say you will kill my master; who the hell do you think you are, you lout!"
An orc, twirling two machetes in her hands with wrist movements, stood in front of Miloş and looked fearlessly into Alyon's eyes.
Alyon, whose eyes turned red from fury, began to emit a heavy war intent to his surroundings while advancing with firm steps. While the orcs running to the scene of the events due to the sounds slowly retreated in fear, the female orc spoke laughing.
"Is this all you've got?"
The orc taking a war stance sharpened her gaze, and a strange power began to leak out of her body. While this power caused the weaker ones among the fleeing orcs around to faint, the other warriors practically froze where they stood.
When Alyon accelerated his steps with the enthusiasm given by his fury, he was stunned by the events taking place before his eyes and the energy coming from the orc who was his opponent. While he was flustered and didn't know what to do, a voice rang right by his ear.
"Has your anger blinded you this much? Look at that orc standing in front of you, you blockhead!"
Nafız, who had been watching the events from afar since the beginning, suddenly appeared beside Alyon after the abnormal developments. Alyon, stripping off his anger with his partner's voice, began to examine his opponent carefully.
His opponent, who was a head taller than the other orcs in the tribe, though not as much as him, possessed a massive physique and prominent large muscles. Aside from these, there was no way Alyon wouldn't know the move that caused the orcs to faint and himself to be stunned just a moment ago; this was the Warrior's Rage technique, passed from Cesuryürek's blood to his own master.
Apart from his opponent's extraordinary features, there was one more detail that dumbfounded Alyon; the orc taking a war stance in front of him was female.
"Miloş and Yarmagül, you both come to the chief's tent. The rest of you, continue training."
After Nafız gave the order, not a sound came from anyone. Although orcs appeared who wanted to say something in between, the tribe's old warriors silenced them without opening their mouths. Maybe the newborns might not know her, but the old warriors were aware that drawing Nafız's wrath upon themselves in this situation was the worst possible scenario.
"So be it, son! They say a real man has a real man for a son-in-law; don't worry your pretty little head."
While Nafız walked between Alyon in front and the two people coming from behind, she couldn't stop making fun of her dumbstruck friend. When they reached the tent a short while later, they saw the scrawny orc waiting for them at the entrance with his book in hand.
"Everyone inside, you will tell me everything that happened."
When Alyon spoke without looking back and sat in his place, the rest entered one by one. The female orc remaining at the end of the group shouted angrily after making her entrance.
"Get up from there, impudent one! The place where you sit is the place of the Supreme Orc Lord Alyon!"
While everyone witnessing the event looked at the female orc in amazement, Nafız burst into laughter.
"This one seems to have taken all the protein and calcium, but the omega and folic acid must have stayed with the puny one."
While laughter rang through the tent, Domuzkuyruk gave his greeting and entered through the door. The de facto chief, waiting standing without sitting because he didn't receive the necessary signal from the Chief, was not yet aware of what had happened.
"Domuzkuyruk, I want to learn what happened while I was away down to the finest detail!"
Domuzkuyruk, starting his speech with the mother of his children's pregnancy and the painful event experienced on the night of the birth, gave his report breathlessly, while the pain of Alyon's heart reflected on his face.
While the faces of both siblings fell as a result of discussing that their mother died during birth, when it came to the male one's attitude towards war, the Chief made a cut sign with his hand and turned to Miloş.
"Yes Miloş, I am waiting for the explanation you will make to me with curiosity."
Miloş, many of whose ribs were broken when falling to the ground after being hurled by the severity of the blow he received, sat up with the help of the female orc. He exhaled briefly a couple of times and began to speak.
"Chief Alyon, no matter what I did, your son did not want to receive war training. Although I applied many torture methods that Domuzkuyruk also witnessed, he made it clear that he would not turn back from his decision even in the face of death."
Miloş paused for a while due to his painful wounds and looked happily at the female orc supporting him.
"On the contrary, your daughter has an innate superior ability for war. After six months of training, even I will be in a position where I cannot be a rival to her."
Alyon had grasped the situation in its basic outlines. While one of his children was blessed with intelligence, the other was a war machine who became able to use the blood technique in this short time.
"If you ask me, the two siblings are cut out for your plans. Drop the stubbornness and accept the situation."
While Nafız advised her friend to back his two children, she continued to speak upon seeing Alyon's indecisive facial expression.
"Your master was an extraordinary warrior, but could he notice the conspiracy set up?"
Alyon, in whose head a lightning bolt flashed with Nafız's question, was lost in thought, lost in the sea of memories. After rummaging through old memories in his mind for a long time, this conclusion appeared in his mind: "If my master had such a smart sibling, his father's and his own end wouldn't have been this way."