The orcs waiting for their chiefs in the rocky area just outside the tribe, where the war fugitives were held, started cheering when Alyon entered their field of vision.
"Long live Chief Alyon!"
"Alyon the chief, an orc among orcs!"
"Tell us to die, we'll die; tell us to strike, we'll strike!"
Nafız was barely controlling her temper upon the orcs' shouting, trying to calm down by muttering to herself.
"What a disgrace! Every war, every war, clapping like the audience in a daytime talk show!"
When the enthusiastic walk ended and the duo arrived at a vantage point, Alyon addressed the orcs and began to speak.
"The battlefield is the only stage where orcs will display their valor. Kasaphaydo and his brave ones showed us today what an orc warrior should be like. From now on, they have a special place above our heads."
While the orcs talked among themselves and appreciated the warriors, the Chief continued to speak.
"Kasaphaydo, I am appointing you as the tribe chieftain. On the condition that you remain loyal to the great orc empire we will establish, you will be the person responsible for this tribe!"
The former warrior chief was at a loss for words at the news he received, but the warriors under his command had begun to shout cries of joy.
Since Alyon had assigned his core tribe to protect the reward dungeon and develop in the hidden lands, he wanted to use the new tribe as the main attack force. By appointing Kasaphaydo, the war enthusiast whose life he saved, as chief, he took the first step.
"Let the festivities begin; we will celebrate our victory! Drink and have fun to your heart's content!"
Alyon, the embodiment of majesty with his booming voice and huge physique, gave the order for the entertainment to begin and sat on the throne prepared for him.
Kasaphaydo, throwing off the shock from a moment ago, asked the chief about the fate of the nearly one thousand fugitives waiting silently in a corner.
"Sir, do you have any plans regarding these traitors?"
The newly appointed chief wanted to solve this situation, which could cause them trouble in the future, rather than having fun.
"They will also be a part of the festivity, you half-baked man. No matter what, we are all orcs; there is no separation on this happy day!"
Hope filled the hearts of the fugitives who lifted their bowed heads with Nafız's words.
"Sangre, are the preparations complete?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Begin!"
There was no sign of emotion on the faces of the orc warriors who closed off three sides of the fugitives with their giant tortoise shell shields. Even when the war machine spewing fire was brought to the empty side, they showed no mercy to the orcs trying to break through the siege. While the war fugitives begged, Gölgekurdu cried out in pain.
"Please forgive me! Kasaphaydo, do something; you can't leave us to die!"
"BURN THEM!"
Hearing their commander's order, the warriors burned the trapped fugitives alive without blinking an eye. The orcs, possessing a savage nature, were turning into complete war machines with Miloş's training. For these people who had experienced betrayal firsthand before, such an execution was not savagery, but giving what was due to those who deserved it.
"Since we've lit our campfire too, cheers!"
While Nafız laughed joyfully downing the cup of drink in her hand in one gulp, the human prisoners and Kasaphaydo's warriors watched what was happening tongue-tied.
"Sir, wouldn't it have been better if we made these orcs work in the mines? We have a shipment we need to prepare in a month!"
Kasaphaydo, taking all the responsibility on his back as the new chief, looked at Nafız with desperate eyes.
"Drink your drink, Chief Haydo! Where do you get the idea that someone can take goods for free from the mines that belong to us?"
Kasaphaydo, who was uneasy about coming under the command of such disturbed types after experiencing the joy of returning from death, was actually very happy deep down. Hoping that everything would get better, he sipped his drink and ordered his warriors to join the celebrations as well.
As days passed, wounds were healed, and the traces of the war experienced were slowly erased from the tribe. While the logistics crew of the core tribe redesigned the region from top to bottom, the warriors continued their tough training.
Kasaphaydo's soldiers, who always boasted of their toughness and savagery, had started to participate in the drills under Sangre's management. While the orcs, exhausted at the end of the first day, were bewildered, a motivation would be offered to them to continue this suffering.
"Either you catch us within a month, or you start living in the logistics division from now on!"
While these were happening in the restructuring tribe, the city of Nikonya was shaken with anger and pain upon receiving the news of the defeat suffered by its armies. The city people, who only calmed down after Gulag announced that he personally would visit the orc tribe with a delegation, began to wait for the good news to come.
"Lord Gulag from the city of Nikonya, welcome to our tribe!"
Sangre, greeting the delegation coming for the meeting at the tribe entrance with Alyon's order, frightened those in front of him with the deadly aura emanating from his body despite his polite speech.
"We are here to meet with the Chief; please show the way!"
Gulag, not surprised by the short-term shock experienced by those beside him, spoke harshly, keeping his tail up. In the eyes of the Nikonya delegation, who didn't know the reason for this self-confidence, the skinny old man walking in front of them now appeared as a giant.
"Sir, the representatives of the Nikonya Trade City are waiting to appear before you!"
After one of the guards standing watch outside the chief's tent called inside, the answer came in a deep voice.
"Send them in!"
The delegation entered through the leather door of the tent with small steps. Before them was an orc sitting on the throne with twin axes at his waist. Alyon and Nafız had settled on his two sides.
Although surprised by where Alyon stood, Gulag leaned towards the orc sitting on the throne without giving the situation away and began to speak.
"My name is Gulag, the right hand of the Nikonya city lord. Orc chief, I am here to heal the wounds of the unfortunate event that took place between the two sides."
Kasaphaydo, scanning those entering his tent from head to toe, said with an arrogant tone, "Where was your mind before sending an army?"
Although the message he received from Nafız said everything was arranged, Gulag knew the show part of the job would be a bit tough.
"Chief, if you grant me your name, I will show my best effort to prove how sincere we are."
"My name is Kasaphaydo! Speak, I'm listening to you!"
Until coming to the subject of negotiating the amount to be paid for war compensation and the return of prisoners, Gulag said flattering words and deceived the delegation with the maneuvers he made. Just as the meeting, continuing as designed, was about to end, the fuse of an event no one took into account would be lit.
The orc, bowing down to the ground to give his greeting, whispered something in Nafız's ear and hastily backed out. Since the event attracted the attention of those in the tent, it became necessary to make an explanation to everyone witnessing it.
"The team coming from the main orc tribe to receive their monthly entitlements is insisting on meeting with us!"
When Chief Kasaphaydo turned to Alyon in panic as his old fears hit him in the face, he found him smiling with pleasure.
"The main orc tribe always has priority. I hope you invited them here immediately!"
When Alyon called out to Nafız, breaking with politeness, he received a response with the same softness.
"Of course, are we rude people enough to keep the team of the mighty main orc tribe waiting?"
While the duo had fun amongst themselves, the leather door of the tent opened, and a group of orcs entered. The person who clearly showed he was the leader of the team in every way shouted, foaming at the mouth, after wandering his gaze over everyone.
"What is this disgrace! Where is Kızılayı? With what audacity do you say that shipments won't be made from the mines anymore!"
Contrary to this person whose eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets, Nafız spoke maintaining her calmness.
"Kızılayı won't be with us anymore! We terminated his employment contract unilaterally!"
Speaking without minding the surprised looks directed at her, Nafız was turning the matter into a complete joke.
"I guess there was a misunderstanding. I didn't say shipments wouldn't be made from the mines; I just stated that no one can receive free products anymore."
Nafız, decorating her speech with plenty of hand gestures and mimics with the air of a mid-level manager, had thoroughly maddened the angry orc delegation.
"We will bring your tribe down on your heads; we will paint these lands with your blood, you worms!"
When the head of the orc team reached for his axe and let out a roar, the human delegation cowered in a corner and started cursing their bad luck. Among the humans thinking they found such an unfortunate time amidst all that time, only Gulag was quite calm. Unlike his friends who fell into fear for their lives, he was trying to guess how the orcs who drew their weapons would die.
"I guess we won't be able to have a business relationship with you; please lower your weapons and leave the tribe. Otherwise, I will shove that thing in your hand up yours so hard, you'll remember me every time you squat!"