What Nafız thought appeared in her hand a breath later; the fully conscious monster core of the Kızgınboğa was in her palm. The object containing a large amount of energy would be the tiny baby's food, but first, it was necessary to put some restrictions on it.
Since the characteristics of the core's owner had permeated this object, Nafız started the procedures so that Yarmagül's child wouldn't also become a perverted sadist. Although it was a big event within the borders of the Orc Steppes, it was a very easy procedure for nations intertwined with magic.
The female orc, purifying the core in a short time, paused for a moment when she lifted the cover to put it in place. When her job was done, there was a priceless smile on her face. Those in the room immediately asked their questions in the face of the situation attracting their attention.
"The situation is good, I guess, Nafız!"
"How is my child? You are smiling; he is good, right?"
The Blood God, closing the cover and walking towards Yarmagül, was ignoring the questions; her cheerful stance would change when she checked the new mother's condition.
"The child is fine, but the mother has been battered quite a bit; it will take a long time for her to return to her old self!"
Alyon looked extremely upset; he had an incredible grandson, but the price they paid was too high. Çekiçdöven didn't know what to do; his son on one side, his wife on the other, even the anger overflowing inside him was aimless.
"Alyon, both will be fine, don't worry! We need to call Sangre and the army to capture the tribe in this region!"
What with the wedding and the birth, they had neglected the job of completely capturing the region; they needed to complete the movement they started.
"What are we here for? We rested enough; I will take my brave warriors and handle this job!"
Çekiçdöven preferred fighting to waiting with his hands tied; he leaped not to miss the opportunity appearing before him. They were Alyon's soldiers; it was their most natural right to want to go to war to prove themselves.
"Since the enemy sent you here, they must have made various preparations in the tribe as well; it wouldn't be right for you to go without support!"
Some things were not as easy as before; losing one more region would be an unacceptable loss for the current Orc Lord. He must have taken various precautions to protect his tribe providing cash flow.
"Sir, we may have been defeated once, but my army is not weak. I swear we will leave no stone standing on stone, no head on shoulders!"
The young commander had no intention of stepping back; he had already tasted shame once.
"I am very curious about this cruel army; I will come with you too!"
The speaker was Nafız, who finished examining Yarmagül lying in the healing water. She was supporting Çekiçdöven's ardent request.
The new army was a bonus for Alyon; knowing his friend could save herself under any condition, he made his decision without being too insistent.
Five day-cycles later, while the army was waiting ready in front of the city ramparts, the two friends were talking inside the room where the birth took place. Nafız was going to explain what needed to be done down to the finest detail.
"As I said, there won't be a hitch; just make sure you do exactly what I described and never lift the baby's cover!"
There was still a fear inside Alyon; it was evident from his uneasy state. He had made his friend repeat what he needed to do a few times.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything other than what you said!"
"Grrrrrrrrooooohhhhhh!"
A blood-curdling roar was heard from outside the door, followed by a woman's scream.
"Leave whatever you brought and go; no one is allowed to enter the room!"
The Great Chief shouted harshly; as if him being inside the room wasn't enough, he had also planted his spirit animal outside as a guard. Even though it was weak right now, there was a telepathic connection between them; the giant bear could clearly understand the given order.
"Wow, you've advanced the business! Now you probably sleep hugging each other at night too!"
The situation really required praise, but the Blood God was quite stingy in these matters.
"Cut the crap, Nafız; the communication between us increases day by day. Sometimes I can even see what he sees for the duration of a breath. The image is very blurry, but I'm sure it will get better with time!"
The words had come out of the hulking orc's mouth involuntarily, but they would strike the female orc opposite him like lightning. Spirit animals were a complete mystery; apparently, regardless of its appearance, the time for her to communicate had come and passed.
While passing by the giant bear with a thousand thoughts in her mind, she would scan it from head to toe.
"He is already like a bear himself; his spirit animal is even worse than him!"
After coming to the army lamenting, she got into the vehicle arranged for the journey.
"Speak, young commander, what is your plan?"
Inside the defense-type mechanical vehicle, the command echelon and Nafız were in a meeting.
"We will surround them, then slaughter every single one of them!"
"Yes, sir!"
When Çekiçdöven spoke, his commanders shouted with ambition; the environment was burning with fervor. The Blood God looked around and let out a deep sigh.
"The kid's mother wasn't very smart anyway, and the father turned out to be a dud. I wonder what needs to be done?"
Nafız continued her speech without minding the eyes looking at her with amazement.
"Son, can a job be done headlong like that? They probably guessed we would come and made a lot of preparations. We need to learn these first so we can develop a tactic accordingly!"
Since Nafız only discussed these topics with Alyon, she was unaware of the low intelligence average, which is a general characteristic of the orc race. They had gathered the intelligent individuals rarely appearing among the creatures by their side; now she didn't know what to do with the army she was with.
She explained at length; sometimes there were moments she wanted to kill the commanders looking at her blankly. The Blood God would practically not shut up until they arrived at the tribe they would invade.
"I'm warning you for the last time; I'll split anyone going even to take a dump without my order in two; don't drive me crazy, man!"
"Ma'am, my commanders and I are waiting for you here. You can trust us!"
Çekiçdöven had become submissive; objecting to what was said didn't even cross his mind.
"Alright, I'm leaving to gather some information!"
The orc tribe entered the viewing range; warrior tents surrounded the large chief's marquee in the middle. It was a classic example of a loser orc settlement; a tremendous desire appeared inside the Blood God to raze it to the ground immediately.
She would take action to examine closer; as she approached the outer circle of the tribe, an uneasiness appeared inside her. There was no one around; when she accelerated her steps, she heard an arrow leaving its bow.
Along with throwing herself to the side, the arrow grazing her ear stuck into the tree behind her.
"Boommm!"
It was unbelievable; the targeted tree had tipped over and fallen. Could a single arrow blow break a trunk as thick as an adult human's waist?
Indeed, strange things were going on here; without giving her a chance to understand what was happening, a net caught her and lifted her into the air.
Meanwhile, inside the chief's tent, a bald man with one eye covered with a black patch was eating. There was a harsh expression on his face; he looked as if nothing in life could give him pleasure.
"Captain, an orc wanting to approach the center was caught in our nets!"
The messenger entering through the tent door was excited, but the gaze of the man wiping his mouth on his armguard hadn't left the food he was eating.
"Why are you disturbing me for this? Go and kill it!"
The event happened invariably every day; stray orcs were either caught in nets or killed by arrows shot when they saw the tribe.
"Sir, the orc managed to parry the arrow shot by Jean Charles before getting caught in the net!"