"Uncivilized orcs leave their droppings anywhere they please, dry or wet. You can't breathe in the tribe because of the smell of shit. If you solve this problem, I will give you the manual that teaches how to move fast."
Kitapkurdu, expecting a task from his master where he would prove his courage and bravery, didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He immediately ran to the chief's tent, gathered the books on the floor, and started looking for a place where he could think calmly.
"Nafız, what is the reason for the treatment you gave my daughter among the orcs?"
Seeing that his daughter was not in mortal danger, Alyon practically demanded an explanation from Nafız.
"If you are looking for an answer, you can think of it as repayment for what you did to my slave!"
Although Miloş was tasked with training the tribe's warriors, he was fundamentally in the position of Nafız's slave. Since Miloş, whom the Chief tried to kill without question, was the person Nafız appointed in her stead, the event experienced was an attack on her own authority.
From the position she was put in front of everyone, she came out by leaving his daughter face to face with death, again witnessed by all warriors, even if the one doing this was the chief. This event was a strong message to the tribe, meaning whoever you are, those who wrong me will pay the price.
Alyon thought for a while and understood very clearly what was meant in the short sentence he heard. Retreating to his tent in a calmed state, he said, "I guess you are satisfied; please stop messing with my daughter."
"It seems turning into a monkey when becoming a father to a girl isn't unique to humans, even for bald, pompous men. Look at the guy like a bear crossbreed; look how he softened up."
Nafız, retreating to rest while muttering to herself, was longing for a few days that would pass calmly.
Just as she wished, life continued quietly for ten day-cycles. Meanwhile, Kitapkurdu was making various trials, trying to solve the problem given to him.
Although the tribe people didn't like his applications at all, a scene would fall into their minds when they were about to object. While holding Kitapkurdu by the hand, the wild female orc was looking at them with piercing eyes, saying, "His words will be like my words."
"Master, I have completed my task. Please come and check!"
Kitapkurdu, running to Nafız's side covered in filth, was grinning from ear to ear.
"I didn't expect you to return in such a short time. I hope you didn't come to me with something ridiculous."
"Is that possible, master? I pondered over this day and night!"
Kitapkurdu's confident speech made Nafız curious. When she got up abruptly and left her tent, she found a group of orcs waiting while squirming.
"Who are these, son? They are squirming in front of me as if they are going to wet themselves."
While the scrawny orc showed the way to his master with his hand, he also answered the question asked.
"Ma'am, I am keeping the friends waiting in this state to demonstrate the system I made. When you are ready, they will start shitting at your command."
Nafız, not knowing what to say, started walking quickly.
"Come on, show whatever you're going to show. Look at them; if they explode, we won't be able to find enough diapers."
When the group went five hundred steps outside the tribe and came to the edge of the river, dozens of shacks made of wood over the flowing water caught their eyes. As they approached these structures, Kitapkurdu leaped forward excitedly.
"Master, the orcs will relieve themselves in the cabins you see. Thanks to these structures with a large hole at the bottom, the feces will mix with the river water and move away from the tribe."
When Nafız looked at the work done, the solution seemed quite logical to her. Since a modern sewage system couldn't be established in an orc tribe, using the running water for this job was quite smart. Considering that there were incompetent humans pouring sewage into the inland sea even in the twentieth century, this technique could be called a magnificent invention for orcs.
"How will you prevent clean utility water from mixing with dirty water? What if someone gets lazy and tries to do this job further upstream?"
Nafız, having an idea about the nature of orcs in a short time, wondered how barbarian creatures would be forced into order.
"Ma'am, if you give approval, I will have hundreds of cabins built. Despite this, if anyone still wants to relieve themselves somewhere other than this area, I plan to have them flayed alive."
Kitapkurdu, offering a definitive and severe solution as if showing he read Mora's books and the notes she took, would get full marks from his master.
"A good idea; speed up the construction and inform the orcs in the tribe. This is not a subject open to abuse; make sure everyone understands this thoroughly."
Nafız, finishing her words, lifted her head up and stretched to pull clean air into her lungs, when she saw a mechanical homing pigeon flying towards the tribe.
Just as she took her whip out of her wristband and was about to catch the pigeon, a whistling arrow stuck into its head and caused the flying device to fall to the ground. Nafız shook her head left and right and lamented.
"He wasted the poor device. That boy still hasn't managed to control his strength."
In the evening, the council gathered in the chief's tent. In the meeting where division chiefs also participated, the tension between Miloş and Sangre didn't escape notice. While Alyon read the parchment in his hand, his face took on different shapes; one moment thoughtful, the next joyful.
"My Chief, what does the message say? Is there good news?"
When Domuzkuyruk couldn't resist and asked the chief about the content of the message, Alyon answered with pleasure.
"The expected news has arrived. Prepare for war; we will seize a region of the Orc Steppes."
It was none other than Gulag who sent the message. The City Lord under his control had descended upon the orcs like a nightmare without leaving any opportunity for compromise. With the help of the responses from the tribe, the conflicts grew, and finally, the forces of the city of Nikonya began to advance towards the location of the orcs with an army.
"Domuzkuyruk, what is the latest status of the jobs I gave you? I hope there wasn't a hitch?"
"Sir, the equipment you wanted manufactured from the materials you gave has been obtained as a result of the logistics division working day and night without stopping."
While the de facto chief answered Nafız's question, he didn't neglect to puff out his chest with pride. Domuzkuyruk, who would officially become the tribe's chief after the war to be fought, continued to work with all his might not to miss this opportunity.
"Miloş, you will stay here and ensure the safety of my children. If any of the logistics orcs left behind attempt to disrupt the order, the penalty is death."
Alyon started distributing the tasks first with Miloş, who would ensure the safety of his children. Just as he was about to continue from where he left off, Nafız suddenly intervened and cut him off.
"Miloş, Kitapkurdu will do a special study every day. Absolutely do not let anyone approach him!"
While Alyon suddenly turned to her at what he heard, Nafız settled back into her place as if she wasn't interested.
"Domuzkuyruk and Sangre; you two put the units in order and wait for a signal from us at the place I showed on the map before."
"Chief Alyon, wouldn't we come out more profitable if we quickly took control of the other tribe and resisted the humans with a great force?"
Sangre voiced the idea that had been on his mind for a long time after the chief's order.
"My blood warrior, the situation the other tribe is in is not much different from the old state of our tribe. It may not be as easy as it seems for the orcs who established an order there to break it and come under our yoke."
"In that case, should we prepare ourselves to commit a mass massacre?"
Seeing Sangre's ideas entering a deadlock, Alyon would take control of the discussion again.
"The labor force of the orcs in that tribe will provide great contributions to us in reaching our goal. If the subject is submission, let them decide for themselves what choice to make when they understand what absolute despair means."
In the meeting that lasted all night, every subject was discussed down to the finest detail, and the most logical solutions possible were put into effect as plans. While hot hours were experienced in the tribe starting with war preparations outside of the routine of a new day, two orcs exited the secret passage and were advancing towards the place that was the target of the Nikonya army.