Inside the small tent, Asiyürek was a little tense while waiting for the two orcs' proposal.
"My friend, our goal is to return the Orc Steppes to their glorious days. We are striving to liberate the regions and make the true owners of the land rulers. Judging by what you said, our kin are in pain and humiliation. We need to put an end to this as soon as possible."
Alyon's words were like Asiyürek's thoughts poured into words, but this wasn't something you could achieve just by thinking.
"Since you are telling me these, I assume you have a plan?"
Asiyürek had experienced the difficulty of living in the region's lands firsthand. He had to approach events with a realistic perspective.
"We have a plan. The real question is, do you have the faith to act for this cause?"
The harsh words of the female orc looking into his eyes would shake Asiyürek.
"I want to send you and your warriors to the sacred lands of the orcs. There you will be fed, multiply, and receive training to fight and save your homeland. Maybe you can even be graced with the ancestors' favor."
When the hulking orc finished his words, Asiyürek, whose astonishment increased, asked, "What is the ancestors' favor?"
"My dear friend, to reward the brave orcs in the sacred lands, our ancestors put us through a test. If we succeed, they offer invaluable gifts."
Alyon had explained the basic mechanics of the reward dungeon to the orc he considered becoming allies with, but Asiyürek was looking at him with disbelieving eyes.
"Nafız, I guess it's unlikely for our friend to believe without showing him proof!"
While Alyon called out to Nafız, she also spoke looking above Asiyürek's head.
"What do you say, Kuyag? Can he obtain the ancestors' favor?"
When the female orc spoke looking above where he was sitting, Asiyürek involuntarily lifted his head up. When his exposed neck froze with the coldness of a metal, he saw that the person emerging from nothingness had appeared behind him.
"Sir, as far as I can see, he managed to keep this community alive. He will succeed somehow after the training he receives in the core tribe."
Kuyag, completing his words amidst Asiyürek's screams, blended into nothingness again and disappeared from sight.
"Asiyürek, this warrior is a person who has been graced with the ancestors' favor. I assume you have no question marks left in your mind after what you saw and felt."
Although Asiyürek had been managing a community for a long time, he owed this not to his bravery or tremendous fighting power, but to being cautious due to his timid nature. The most important proof of this was that he didn't punish those who disrupted the order he established himself but exiled them to where they would be killed.
"I will talk to my community. I am sure they will also look favorably on joining you like me after the troubles they suffered."
"We expect your answer within a short time; be quick about it!"
Just as Nafız completed her words and was about to leave the tent, she suddenly turned to Asiyürek and said, "You are the only person who knows Kuyag's ability; make sure it stays that way!"
When Asiyürek explained the incoming proposal to his community, he experienced a small shock. It took no time for the orcs, fed up with troubles, to accept the offer as soon as they heard it.
Ultimately, the decision they would make belonged to them, and frankly, Asiyürek looked favorably on this idea. One day-cycle after informing Nafız that he accepted the offer, three supply-type war machines appeared in the region where his community was located.
When the community set off towards the core tribe, the unit Kasaphaydo sent also withdrew to its own lands. The duo, left alone, had steeled themselves to enter the city while advancing towards the transit route of slave traders in line with the information they received from Asiyürek.
After a short journey, the caravan transporting slaves from the orc tribe to the city was entering their field of vision. Approaching the caravan silently, the duo felt a pang in their hearts seeing the iron-barred wagons where orcs were kept.
The orcs, packed like sardines, had evidently been battered quite a bit during the long journey. The smell in the environment said that some unfortunates could not survive under these conditions.
While Alyon and Nafız advanced by hiding under one of the primitive cages, they started implementing their plans when they came to the area with dense vegetation. Nafız took out her bow and shattered the heads of two of the caravan guards.
"Alarm! Halt the caravan, everyone be ready to fight!"
When the guards took defensive positions with the authorized officer's shouting, Alyon had already torn off a few iron bars of the cage. Nafız continued to scatter her arrows taking advantage of the darkness, and the orcs who caught the opportunity to escape were scattering like a covey of partridges. Unfortunately, it wouldn't take long for the caravan that fell into chaos to return to its old state. Many of the escaping orcs would be caught and put back into the repaired cages.
Although the event ended for the protection unit that lost a few guards in the attack, there was a very important thing they didn't know. Inside their cargo were two orcs sworn to bring about the end of Parthenia.
"Merchant, you brought many of these barbarians to the city again!"
"Respected guard, our cargo came by the order of the city council. If you have a problem, please do not hesitate to share it with the members!"
"Open the gate, let the filth pass!"
The conversation between the gate guard and the merchant was a routine event. Although the city guards didn't like orcs, the final decision was given by the council presided over by the Parthenia city lord and consisting of leaders of noble families.
The salty wind coming from the sea was likened by the human inhabitants of the city to a kiss planted on their faces by their loved ones, but for the wagonloads of orcs, it was a torture device searing their open wounds. Most of the orcs in the caravan emerged as adult orcs from between the bars they were thrown into as soon as they were born. The tragedy of the orcs, who spent their lives in cages until the time they wore slave collars around their necks, was unbelievable.
"Alyon, I have your equipment. Don't do anything that will get you killed. be patient, we will be able to shed blood to our heart's content when everything is over."
Although the duo infiltrated the convoy from a point very close to the city, the situations they witnessed were not things to be swallowed easily. Many times Alyon saw red, but he had to restrain himself for their ultimate goal.
"What will you do? I am sure your wristbands and ring will attract everyone's attention!"
Nafız's items looked old and unappealing, but there was no obstacle for slave traders not to take this equipment.
"I guess you forgot whose daughter my master was and why she was dragged into a disaster. These are not items for me; they are a part of my body."
While Nafız continued her words, her wristbands and the ring on her finger began to sink into her flesh. Although Alyon didn't seem very surprised by what he saw, he bowed his head with sadness when some scenes from his master's old days came to his mind.
"Our homeland is in danger, and we need to avenge your master Alyon. I haven't forgotten what was done to Mora; none of them will escape my wrath when we reach the Hell Realm!"
"Get down, you goddamn brainless idiots!"
The heated conversation of the duo would be cut short when the raspy voice of the slave trader was heard. While Alyon and Nafız, waiting crouched behind the wagon, watched the exit of the orcs in front of them, they turned their faces to the sun with the lights of the new day.