Following the discussion of a few small details, the meeting ended, and the orcs began to slowly leave the tent.
"Kitapkurdu, you wait!"
Nafız continued to speak, looking at those leaving through the door.
"Yarmagül, you stay too!"
After Domuzkuyruk, Sangre, and Kasaphaydo gave their salutes and left, the two siblings began to wait for the words that would come out of Nafız's mouth with curious eyes.
"I want you to read all of these books; especially the ones regarding alchemy, you must know by heart. Have a private area built for yourself to conduct experiments with the formulas found in the first book."
Nafız completed her words as the inside of the tent filled with many books with a wave of her hand. While Yarmagül was trying to understand where so many items that appeared suddenly came from, she was looking at her father Alyon with astonished eyes.
"This is your first task; now I am telling you the other two. Listen to me carefully!"
Kitapkurdu had practically isolated himself from the environment he was in and had set about listening to his master.
"Every moon cycle, our spy in the main orc tribe will send regular reports via mechanical courier swallow. It is your duty to analyze these and ensure the tribe shows the necessary reflex. You need to send one of the pills found in the bottle to the spy along with the incoming message. Do not neglect this; we have to use him for a long time."
"Understood, ma'am!"
The eyes of her student catching the bottle were shining; evidently, this great responsibility gave him pleasure.
"Your last task is regarding a child living in the city of Nikonya, and this is your most important task. How you will find him and what you need to do afterward is written on the parchment. The potion must be used for the child's development; a contrary situation is out of the question!"
"If anyone tries to hinder you regarding the tasks I gave, telling Sangre will be enough. Whoever it is, he will execute my order regarding their killing."
After the movement of his friend, who completed her words by looking at his daughter, Alyon let out a deep breath through his nose and said, "Nafız, I thought we were past these issues."
"Did you get stuck on where I was looking? You got it wrong; I was going to give Yarmagül a potion, that's why I turned that way."
When Nafız took out the variegated potion inside a large glass bottle, Yarmagül jumped and took it from her hand.
"Ma'am, thank you very much for this kindness. I wonder how I should use this medicine?"
The young female orc, whose eyes were sparkling, couldn't stand still from excitement.
"Now sweetie, you wash your hair with the potion twice every day. Look at them, they've become like leek tassels! You do as I say, and they'll recover in less than a moon cycle!"
While Kitapkurdu, chuckling, turned his face in another direction, Nafız burst into laughter looking at the face of the orc in front of her. Alyon, knowing he couldn't silence the laughing Nafız, scolded his son Kitapkurdu harshly.
"Are you having a lot of fun, my dear son? This is a very funny situation, isn't it?"
Startled by the words of his father speaking while spitting fire, Kitapkurdu had to make an intense effort to tidy up his behavior. When Nafız, whose laughter ended, saw that Alyon was a bit annoyed, she continued to speak without prolonging the joke too much.
"Yarmagül, as Sangre's assistant, you will undertake a very important task. You are responsible for the security of the products coming to the tribe from the mines. The choices you make while forming your teams will directly affect your success."
Nafız got up from where she had been sitting for a long time and started walking towards the door of the tent.
"Alyon, I am retiring to my tent. Can you explain the remaining matters?"
While the chief confirmed his friend's request by nodding his head, he said, "Of course, we will set off at sunrise; it would be good for you to rest."
Until the late hours of the evening, Alyon would talk to his children about the reward dungeons in the world without going into the details of the dungeon they fell into. Kitapkurdu and Yarmagül, who asked more questions as they became aware of the events they experienced, experienced a great enlightenment in the face of what they heard.
"These are the secrets of our tribe, children. You must protect them at the cost of your lives!"
"Yes, father!"
When the eyes of the two siblings, who had spent their days unconsciously until that moment, met, there was a single thought in their minds:
"When will we be able to enter the next reward dungeon?"
Before the lights of the sun coming after the quiet night warmed the steppe, two guards were talking to each other to disperse the effect given by the cold weather.
"Did you see the female orc that came today? Look at the size of that weapon in her hand!"
"Idiot, you don't know anything, do you? Don't you dare approach that person; they'll make you disappear in an instant!"
Since the other orc coming from the core tribe knew Yarmagül's identity, he was making fun of his friend.
"You coward, I am a brave and handsome orc. I will try my luck as soon as possible. Who knows, maybe we can start warming each other in these cold nights!"
"Bammm!"
When the orc, who flew into the air from where he was as soon as he finished his sentence, fell to the ground fifty steps later, he continued to somersault. The other guard reached for his weapon and turned around, and a moment later, he was very happy that he didn't follow the mind of the fool next to him.
"Chief Alyon, Blood God Nafız!"
The guard, bowing and saluting the tribe's two strong warriors, remained this way until the sound of footsteps ceased, then rushed to help his friend lying on the ground.
"Was it necessary to hit the kid that hard? Actually, he looked like a handsome fellow!"
While Alyon, looking sternly, proceeded without saying a single word, Nafız was following one step behind him. The duo calculated that they would reach the bridge in half a day if they went at a constant speed and hit the road before waiting for the morning.
The new target of the duo, who took one of the four regions of the orc steppes into the palms of their hands, was the section of the continent suitable for sea transportation. Crossings to the section separated by the giant rift extending from the sea coast to the main tribe were provided via two bridges. While one of the bridges was very close to the main tribe, the other was on the borders of the tribe ruled by Kasaphaydo.
"A new struggle awaits us once we cross the bridge, what do you say?"
Alyon spoke as Nafız came to his side while looking at the mist-covered surface of the giant rift from its edge.
"Capturing the first region wasn't too difficult, but this is a place with communication with the outside world; it would be better if they pushed us a little harder!"
While examining the giant rift with admiration, Alyon, feeling pushed into the deep void suddenly, threw himself back and shouted in panic seeing that the hand behind him belonged to Nafız.
"What are you doing, Nafız?"
"You were falling if I hadn't caught you, Chief Alyon."
While Nafız, saying the word 'Chief' at the end by elongating it, grinned broadly, Alyon, who hadn't been subjected to such jokes before, was sweating bullets.
"Nafız, pull yourself together; are you going to kill me?"
Seeing the massive orc beside her scared like a child, Nafız turned her direction to the bridge and walked while laughing.
"Hey you! Where do you think you are going, runt!"
While walking to enter the bridge, Nafız stopped at the strange voice reaching her ears. Since the large orc approaching her blocked her way a few steps before the bridge, she couldn't proceed anymore even if she wanted to.
"You were the one speaking just now, right?"
Faced with the question asked to him, the orc blocking the bridge entrance turned to his friends warming themselves by the fire a few steps away and burst into laughter.
"Just look at this short-legged one; she can even talk!"
While the crowded orc group responded to their friend with laughter of the same intensity, Nafız joined them with her high-pitched voice.
"Are you crazy! Stop, or have you lost your mind out of fear?"
While the female orc laughing with greater enthusiasm than himself caused the large orc to be dumbfounded, Nafız would break her silence.
"I liked that scene so much when I watched it that I always asked myself where it could be done in the modern world. What luck, what fortune! Would you look at that; fate has come to my feet!"
When the large orc, disturbed by the movements of the female orc talking and laughing incessantly, reached for the weapon he carried on his back, Nafız suddenly became serious and shouted.
"THIS IS SPARTA, MANNNNNNN!"