"Sangre, don't give that buffoon with the staff a moment's peace!"
It took only a moment for Nafız to wake up to the situation upon seeing the person starting to cast a spell on top of the machine with a staff in hand. Nafız, having decoded the mindset of these people who were their eternal enemies, was also familiar with their attack rituals.
The person casting the spell needed to see the borders of the targeted area with their own eyes, visualize it in their soul, and release the attack in this manner. There could be only one reason for the mage to come out of the war machine where he had been hiding since the beginning of the war and make himself a target.
In this short time frame where many events took place, Alyon had also descended to the battlefield with his units and given his first order to the orcs looking at him.
"Chief of Warriors, take your units and stand guard over the war fugitives. The slightest show of mercy will not go unpunished!"
Kasaphaydo took his friends whom he saved from the claws of death and his warriors waiting for them back there, and started walking to the place where the war fugitives were located.
"Vahşiduvar, you are taking the front with your warriors!"
"Yes, Chief!"
While the large-built warriors advancing with their giant shields moved towards the front of the defense following the orc with the lion head relief on his shield, the Nikonya troops had gone on an all-out attack.
When Alyon looked back and saw that the large war tools were brought to the front by the orcs, he gave his order.
"Fire at will!"
The Nikonya soldiers, continuing to charge while raising their shields against the arrows filling the sky, began to scream due to the pain they felt in their bodies. The soldiers, who thought they were untouchable with their purple alloy shields and armor that steel-tipped arrows couldn't pierce, were seeing arrows that took their lives by practically ignoring their equipment for the first time.
"Dimitri charged a bit high for these arrows, but looking at it now, they work pretty well, don't they?"
Nafız was interpreting the results of the shopping they did with the merchant while looking at Alyon walking slowly towards her.
"Never mind the arrows or whatever; what I'm really curious about is, how is it that you haven't killed that mage until this hour?"
Just as Alyon pointed at Adhemar standing on top of the war machine with his hand, he started laughing when he saw an arrow hitting the shield of the bodyguards surrounding the mage.
"You are like a mother sacrificing her pleasures for her cub to get stronger; I'm so touched right now!"
Speaking amidst laughter, Alyon didn't stop laughing even when he was bent double by the kick he took to his stomach, and he moved away from Nafız as if escaping. Nafız had given the job of dealing with the mage to Sangre, but she had to stay on alert.
She knew very well that in the slightest mishap, thousands of orcs would die even if she could save her own life. She constantly stood within shooting range observing Adhemar's movements, while also wondering about the path her student would follow.
"Clang!"
The steel-tipped arrow hitting the shield fell to the ground sparking a small spark. The mage's eyes were wide open because he was a target despite standing well out of shooting range.
"Sir, do not worry! As long as we are here, no one can harm a hair on your head."
Adhemar was a very cautious personality. Besides many war machines, he had also hired a bodyguard team consisting of four high-class soldiers from the Mercenaries. The moment the captain of the team, equipped with high-level equipment like his own level, finished his speech, the blood sprayed by an arrow entering through his eye and exiting from the back of his head splattered on the mage.
While the blood of the person he entrusted his life to wet his face, the mage knelt down in the shock of the event he experienced and left his spell unfinished. Adhemar, whose other three bodyguards also fell one by one with the arrow blows they received, barely threw himself inside the war machine.
"Damn it, what kind of archer is this? The arrows he shoots pierce through high-level defense equipment like paper."
While Sangre was waiting with his bow drawn as per his master's order, Adhemar was having a small-scale nervous breakdown inside the vehicle.
Today, all his plans had gone wrong, and he was forced to turn back even from the audacious decision he made. Meanwhile, the units driven to war as pawns to be sacrificed as per his plan had reached the orc ranks and a bloody war was continuing on the front.
Vahşiduvar stood excitedly at the tip of the wall formed in an inverted V shape, contrary to usual, with his treasure shield in his hand. The orc, who had enlarged his equipment whose size he could control to its maximum state, had taken most of the blows on himself as a result of the first collision.
While the tension of the war was at its highest, Vahşiduvar was mentally traveling back to the first days they returned to the tribe from the reward dungeon.
Vahşiduvar, gathering attention with the massive shield he possessed, was bewildered when shields made of tortoise shells were distributed to the warriors. After the scornful looks of the orcs who possessed shields larger in size, it was inevitable for him to get into a fight with one of them.
While the two orcs couldn't damage the shields with the steel weapons in their hands, they would rain countless blows on each other. When the orcs witnessing the struggle started to question the ancestors' grace, Vahşiduvar was just realizing some things.
"Captain! Enough enemies have accumulated in front, what are you waiting for?"
Vahşiduvar, returning to the present time with his subordinate's warning, started to make the move that ended that fight, while the warriors behind him focused their attention to see the perfection of the ancestors' grace once more.
"Come on, my lion, let this square groan with your roar!"
Vahşiduvar, finishing his words, released a sound attack from the mouth of the lion relief on his shield, which stored the energy of the blows he received.
That day, the Nikonya soldiers, who were not as lucky as the orc whose tortoise shell shattered into smithereens, would not be able to prevent their bodies from being torn apart by the attack.
The attack, spreading conically, tore through everything in its path, reaching deep into the enemy lines and etching its roar into the hearts of all humans.
After the attack that took the lives of hundreds of people, the Nikonya soldiers hesitated on whether to attack or not, having witnessed the gruesome end of their friends.
Alyon, catching this brief moment of hesitation, shouted with a booming voice addressing the Nikonya soldiers.
"Human warriors, you are here for a war that is not yours! If you drop your weapons and surrender now, I will spare your lives."
While the soldiers, who had the upper hand in the war, paused for a while thinking about the events following the blood-curdling sound they heard, the orc warriors also stopped attacking.
No matter how angry Alyon was due to the torture inflicted on Kasaphaydo and his warriors, he didn't want Nikonya, which was practically in his hands, to fall too weak. Otherwise, since the growth period of humans is much longer than orcs, compensating for the loss of each soldier would take too much time.
The human warriors, who also lost the archer units supporting them with catapult shots, did not reject this offer that came when they fell into a deadlock. The soldiers, dropping their weapons, clasped their hands behind their necks and knelt, accepting their fate.
This movement, starting with a few soldiers, spread through the army in waves, and everyone surrendered except for a few people who remained standing out of shock. When the function of these unfortunate individuals as target boards for orc archers ended, a company coming out of the shield wall began to collect the weapons on the ground.
When Adhemar saw the Nikonya commanders beside him hurriedly get out of the vehicle, mingle with the soldiers, and kneel, he convinced himself, albeit with difficulty, that this war was over. Walking calmly through the surrendered crowd, he looked at the orc side and spoke.
"It seems one of you has at least some knowledge about me!"
Considering that he was attacked while preparing to cast a spell, Adhemar, realizing that there were people in the enemy ranks who knew he was a mage, stopped walking when he reached the middle of the square and continued his speech.
"You won the war today, congratulations! If you promise to leave the city of Nikonya alone, I can talk to some people to sa..."
"You bastards, no matter how many generations pass, you never change, do you?"
Nafız, cutting off the mage, was sitting on the shield wall swinging her legs, rolling her eyes as if looking at a bug while watching the young mage speaking.
"How dare you badmouth my ancestors, you filthy barbarian; do you know who I am?"
Adhemar lost his cool at what he heard while continuing his arrogant speech.
"If I knew your ancestor, I would have taken the necessary precautions so he wouldn't have such a talentless grandchild."
When Nafız made a scissors gesture with her index and middle fingers, the orcs began to laugh with laughter that shook the skies.
"Judging by how much you strained for a mere hundred-step area spell, it's easy to tell you're a loser running errands."
While the young mage looked with disbelieving eyes at the orc who stated the type of the attack he was trying to make down to its area of effect, he began to speak in panic.
"As far as I understand, you are familiar with us. You also know that if I don't return alive, my master will come and destroy your tribe in one move!"
Adhemar, putting his master forward as his last trump card, spoke without knowing that he would experience the moment when his hopes would fade once again.
"Screw you once, and screw your master twice, man! We don't just defy the crowd here; we defy the king himself, handsome!"
When the young mage, who didn't understand anything from the slang used, saw that his threat didn't work from the tone of the speech, he suppressed the fear inside him and shouted.
"Come then, let's see if you are talented enough to duel me one-on-one."
Nafız, who started laughing joyfully after Adhemar's outburst, was also applauding him.
"Heyt be, look at my ram! He's coming to life!"
When she ruined the last trump cards of the person standing in front of her, she placed a blood-curdling grin on her face and pointed her index finger towards the enemy.
"Sangre, this is your final test. Prove to me that you can fight by my side!"
"Yes, master!"
When the orc coming to the middle of the battlefield and the young mage made eye contact, the psychological war had already begun. Everyone was quickly removed from an area with a radius of one hundred steps, creating an arena where two people could struggle freely.
While the mage, whose staff appeared in his hand, made the first attack, two small fireballs moved rapidly towards Sangre. Nafız, who had the chance to see the staff up close, murmured laughing while her student easily dodged the attack.
"A staff with a ruby magic stone; I guess you are cleaning up Joffrey's leftovers."