Gölgekurdu had taken the logistics division chief under his control long ago. As long as there were warriors protecting him and orcs he could work, surely one day he could take over the tribe. Maybe their tribes would be burned and destroyed, but the main orc tribe needed people who would provide the supply they wanted every month.
The crowd formed by the orcs fleeing the war hadn't even taken a thousand steps when they found a dark green wall in front of them. Kasaphaydo, whose tribe was shattered and who was left to die by being stabbed in the back, unaware of this situation, was screaming in a manner containing pain and despair.
"Whoever you are, if you are still here! Please, save my warriors!"
While Adhemar watched the crowd of orcs fleeing without looking back, he burst into laughter at the call coming from the group he was slowly slaughtering.
"You wretches! Do you know how much money I spent just to stay one second less in this stinking place?"
While the young mage laughed with anger, there was no way for those around him to know the meaning lying behind his words. When he learned that he would be sent to this place at the other end of the world by his master, he was in a crucial timeframe for his development.
In order not to lose this period where every moment was very precious, he had lost a substantial amount of development resources because he bought a few war machines. Although he couldn't rebel against his master because he had to choose between time and development resources, he wanted to vent his anger by making the orcs suffer.
"I will kill you all slowly, in pain. Even a handful of cowards standing against a genius like me deserves the greatest of punishments!"
While Kasaphaydo, hearing the insults coming from the enemy front, waited for death with his head bowed, the battlefield shook as if lightning had struck.
"FIRE!!!"
The orcs fleeing by abandoning their friends at the front to their fates were watching the massive rocks rising from behind the wall facing them.
The battlefield, enveloped in silence with the astonishment created by the rocks gliding through the air, would return to its old chaos when those same rocks found their targets.
At the end of this short period; while one war machine became unusable, a second rock attack would strain the nerves on the Nikonya front.
"Where are these goddamn rocks coming from? Who is throwing these giant things?"
Adhemar spoke looking at the commanders beside him. The answer he wanted would not come. How could the commanders of the Nikonya army know that Alyon might have had more than fifty catapults built?
"Nafız, these tools really are as much as you described. Their construction took long, but their effects have been incredible."
Alyon called out to Nafız, with whom he watched the course of the war together. When no answer came, he turned his head, but there was no sign of Nafız.
"Who are you? Open the way, don't you see the huge army behind us?"
When Nafız jumped over the wall with agile movements, the war fugitive orcs were desperately hitting the oval-shaped shields in front of them. The orcs, out of breath attacking the armors made of tortoise shells which couldn't even be scratched by the equipment given by the reward dungeon, bombarded the two people who suddenly appeared with questions.
"Kill everyone who gets in your way; we don't need these scumbags!"
When her student Sangre coming from behind nodded his head as if to show he understood his master's order and started moving his knives around him, he first cut down the orcs asking questions.
While Nafız advanced in a straight line with her new daggers she named Black Death, she was killing the orcs crossing her path indiscriminately.
Blood warrior Sangre hadn't reached for his bow; his six throwing knives were cutting down orcs like a lawnmower, and he was following his master's shadow.
After half of the war machines targeted by intense and accurate shots were destroyed, the others retreated with rapid maneuvers. Kasaphaydo and his warriors, caught in a death trap, saved their lives by fleeing right up to the front of the tribe.
Seeing the warriors frozen in fear when she arrived at the battlefield, Nafız spat on the ground with angry stares.
"You spineless wretches! How can you wait here while your friends are dying?"
When the words of Nafız, who had taken on an air of massacre, ended, Sangre also turned his throwing knives onto the group. As the Blood Warrior, accepting his master's intention as an order, walked towards the group, Kasaphaydo's voice rang in his ear.
"I ordered them to retreat, and they followed orders! Please, spare their lives."
Although it was surprising for the combative and stubborn Kasaphaydo to bow his head in front of the female orc with blood dripping from her daggers, a very valid reason lay behind this behavior.
No matter how frightening the appearances of the two warriors standing in front of him were, compared to the scene formed behind them, this wouldn't even be worth mentioning.
Due to the small-scale massacre they committed while making their way among the panic-stricken running orcs, a garden formed by newly bloomed poppies caught the eye on the barren lands behind them.
"Drop the weapons in your hands and kneel. Everyone who disobeys my order will be killed."
While Domuzkuyruk shouted at the war fugitive orcs, the unit with high shields surrounded them. When the encircled fugitives tried to resist the warriors entering among them to bind them, they were stunned due to the arrows raining down on them.
"We don't have time to lose with you. Either obey the order or die!"
One of the warriors who surrounded the group spoke after breaking the neck of the orc trying to escape with a hard shield blow.
While the fugitives, whose resistance was broken after the second arrow attack, were being hogtied one by one, Alyon and his units were descending onto the battlefield. The Nikonyans, seeing thousands of orcs moving like a regular army, didn't know what to do and started arguing amongst themselves.
"Don't panic! Destroying a few toys doesn't mean they will win the war!"
Adhemar, getting very angry at the state of affairs while watching with pleasure that the war plan he established was applied flawlessly, spoke without revealing this to those around him.
The Nikonya front, attacking with an army of five thousand people, although not diminished much in terms of soldier numbers, had lost their main attack forces, the war machines. The commanders knew very well that if they entered a war of attrition with the orcs whose numbers reached approximately ten thousand with the suddenly appearing reinforcement forces, their end would be death.
"Sir, should we retreat? Together with the support forces, the orcs will start a war of attrition."
While the Nikonya soldiers were making suggestions to Adhemar who was looking into the distance, if they knew he was thinking of killing everyone on the battlefield, they would run away without looking back.
The mage, angered by the point events had reached, had exhausted his patience and was making plans to destroy the enemy without caring about his identity being revealed.
"No! All units charge!"
Adhemar, climbing on top of the war machine he was on, had made up his mind to eliminate all witnesses before gathering energy for the large-scale magic attack he would make. The death of thousands of these ants was not more important than the order his master gave.
When the warriors of both sides engaged each other, he would finish the job by making a large area attack with a radius of one hundred steps. Killing the remaining hundreds of witnesses was as easy as breathing for a mage of his ability.
The hard part of the job was that the preparation time for large-scale magic attacks was really very long. Adhemar, who had to stand still and gather his power for one hundred breaths, should not be disturbed.
While the units he ordered to attack en masse to heat up the war again kept the enemy busy, he took his staff out of his interspatial ring and started chanting magic words.