The delivery team of the main orc tribe, burning with fervor, went on the attack towards the throne.
"I will flay your skin; I will feed your carcasses to wild creatures!"
The leader of the team accelerated amidst threats. Kasaphaydo was right in front of him; he was going to deliver the finishing blow, but when a noose passed around his neck and he fell back, landing on his butt, he didn't know what hit him. This person, looking around to find where the attack came from, would see that all his friends were in the same situation as him.
"What is happening? What is this audacity!"
When shadows approaching step by step from dark corners began to drag the captives caught by their throats out of the tent, the breathless orc was forced to fall silent.
"♫♫ I cast a glance, burned your heart, put the lasso of love around your neck ♫♫"
Nafız was humming a song no one knew as she exited the tent following the warriors. While the orcs being dragged away from the tribe were in great shock, being pursued by a freak singing joyfully played a big part in this.
"Kuyag, ask them! What were their duties in the main orc tribe!"
The orcs, who were taken to interrogation instead of being executed immediately, were very eager to talk.
"Sir, my father is the tribe's...!"
When the body of the orc, whose head was chopped off by the leather-armored warrior waiting behind him before he could finish his sentence, hit the ground hard, the other prisoner standing next to him fainted, passing out.
"If I wondered about his father's name, do I look like I'd be shy to ask?"
Signaling Kuyag with her eye to move to the orc next to the one who fainted, Nafız continued to speak.
"Now, are you going to tell me your duty?"
Around ten orcs stated their duties one by one; Nafız thought for a while. After a moment, she gave her order while her eyes were on the fainted orc.
"Kill them all, except the one lying on the ground!"
Even though the members of the main tribe team resorted to wailing and begging, they could not escape being ruthlessly slaughtered.
"Softie, how much longer do you plan to play dead?"
When Nafız didn't see a sign of movement from the orc she called out to, she delivered two strikes with the whip coming out of her wristband.
"My Empress, have mercy on me; I am a miserable logistics orc. Don't dirty your hands with my filthy blood, ma'am, I beg you!"
Nafız's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said joyfully like a child who found her lost toy, "Here is the type I was looking for; here is the slippery nature I wanted."
"Kuyag, tie this one to a pole. Beat him lightly every now and then; he needs to look a bit deformed."
Returning to the tent with quick steps just as she came, Nafız saw that the atmosphere had softened and the final details of the negotiations were being discussed when she entered. While calmly moving to her corner, she winked at Alyon to indicate the job was done and didn't neglect to give a warm smile to the human delegation as well.
Although the female orc, who had just left singing a song, returning with the same joy and smiling at them froze the blood of the human delegation, the negotiation ended with Kasaphaydo saying the final word.
"It's a deal! The city of Nikonya will pay a tax equal to ten percent of its trade volume to the orc tribe every month. A shop belonging to the orcs will start operating inside the city by people Lord Gulag will choose."
Gulag, standing up upon the chief's words, spoke with humility while saluting him.
"Your treating the war prisoners well and releasing them under such modest conditions will be welcomed with joy by all the people of Nikonya, Great Chief Kasaphaydo!"
Alyon was watching what was happening with pleasure from his seat where he sat silently from beginning to end. He had seized all three control points and became the absolute ruler of the region.
The Nikonya delegation, leaving the borders of the region as quickly as they came, had also taken the human warriors in the tribe with them. While the soldiers' hearts were enjoying the joy of freedom filled with happiness, a smaller group scattered within the crowd was walking towards the rewards they had been waiting for for a long time.
"Tomorrow, you are returning to Nikonya. Although we will be apart from each other, I would like to remind you that you are still the brave warriors of my tribe. Within a short time, you will be assigned to high positions in the army."
Alyon had called the human warriors who had been living in the tribe for a long time to his side the night before the delegation arrived for the prisoner exchange.
"When you go, you will understand that that city is also a part of our tribe. Your duty is to strengthen your presence inside the city until a second order and report all of Gulag's movements to the core tribe."
"Yes, sir!"
The warriors, learning that the promised day had come, gave their salutes with enthusiasm and left the presence, discussing the accuracy of the decision they made the day they were taken prisoner.
In the message sent to Gulag, Nafız had provided information about the names and appearances of the soldiers and determined the password to be said before starting to talk among themselves. Gulag, who caught the opportunity to correct his previous image with the latest developments, had also received the order to keep the human warriors under surveillance.
Nafız and Alyon, by giving mutual surveillance tasks to both sides unbeknownst to each other, were preventing a possible betrayal, and by seizing its foundations, they were taking a big step towards holding the city in the palms of their hands.
Meanwhile, an orc tied to a pole, groaning in pain with his mouth and nose rearranged, was crying out "enough."
"Kuyag, I said beat him lightly every now and then; you've beaten him to a pulp."
When Nafız saw that the orc she left alive in the morning was beaten almost to the point of death, she got slightly angry and scolded her dungeon conqueror warrior.
"Ma'am, the more I said don't do it, the more he hit; the more I said ouch, the more he got excited! I beg you, save me!"
Nafız, observed to be sad about the state the prisoner had fallen into, spoke showing the pill she held in her hand.
"This medicine is our tribe's special healing pill; you will recover in a short time after drinking it."
The orc, whose consciousness was about to shut down due to the beating he took, was not in a position to refuse this offer, even though he was extremely cautious by character.
The medicine Nafız gave couldn't be a product of the tribe as she described; it was a medicine Mora designed to kill her enemies secretly. The secret recipe, creating blood clots in the veins of the user, led to absolute death due to clots moving to the brain in cases where the antidote wasn't taken.
"Apply this ointment to his wounds; get him in a condition to set off tomorrow morning!"
When the orcs receiving the order started using the medicine Nafız gave on the tortured orc, they were amazed at how quickly the wounds closed. When Nafız returned to the tent, she saw the two orcs alone.
"Kasaphaydo, leave us alone!"
Alyon ordered the new chief from the throne he sat on with stern looks and a deep voice. As Kasaphaydo, into whose ears the words of the majestic entity in front of him entered, left the tent like a soulless robot, Nafız's brows furrowed.
"Don't get too carried away with this playing king business, Mr. Alyon; it'll become a habit later!"
Although Nafız made fun of it when her friend first ascended the throne, his repeating this to the degree of addiction had started to annoy her.
"Come on, friend, haven't you known me all this time?"
While Alyon, sounding offended with a broken tone of voice, explained the purpose of his actions to her, Nafız's expression softened a bit. Alyon, explaining at length that he assumed this role because orcs worship power and that his ideas and goals hadn't changed, got down from the throne and curled up in a corner of the tent.
"By the way, did the prisoner take the medicine at least? A spy from the main tribe is what we need the most right now!"
When Nafız reenacted how the prisoner took and swallowed the pill with appetite, Alyon started laughing heartily. The duo was catching the old frequency between them.