"Ooh! Look, this is really interesting; let them go and bring it, let's see what it looks like. I'm bored to death; maybe I'll play with it a bit!"
While the one-eyed man licked his lips with his thin tongue like a snake, a shiver ran through the messenger. His captain's biggest feature was his murderous interrogation techniques; with this aspect, he was pointed out even among mercenaries.
The chief of the main orc tribe knew that after the defeat in Parthenia, it would be the regional tribe's turn; therefore, he hired a unit consisting of five thousand mercenaries. As in the detail that caught Nafız's attention, there were no orcs around; the tents in the tribe were full of legionnaires.
"What an unfortunate orc; let's see how long it will last?"
"If it knew what would happen to it, it would willingly stick its head out in front of the incoming arrow!"
A team of ten people was chatting while going to pick up the prey caught in the net. The common topic was the orc's misfortune; how cheerful these people walking to their deaths were. They were unaware that Nafız had already cut the net and was waiting for them behind a rock.
Her daggers she took from the reward dungeon were sufficient for this job; the material was made of low-quality steel. The mercenaries must not have felt the need to spend money in these desolate lands. When the group walking step by step to death reached their target, they could see the empty net and a shadow passing in front of them.
Within five breaths, nine of them no longer possessed a head to carry. Death came so suddenly that smiles still remained on their faces as their lifeless bodies fell to the ground. The death of the remaining mercenary would be even worse.
The Blood God, assuming the archer was watching them, had passed behind this unfortunate man in the sixth breath, making him a target. Nafız, grabbing the person by the scruff of his neck as a huge chunk was torn from his waist, was glad she decided to use him as a human shield.
The second arrow came four breaths later; this time the man's right leg was torn off, while the orc running holding him in front would only change position to parry the next arrow. When the third arrow came after the same duration, Nafız figured out the shooting speed and location of the man opposite her.
Hurling the corpse in her hand aside, she drew her bow rapidly; not to risk her job, she released the arrow she created from her wristband. While the enemy archer reached for his quiver preparing for the next shot, he could see the arrow coming at him at the last moment.
It was too late now; even if he threw himself to the side, he couldn't escape being a target. The shot hitting his right shoulder took his arm away. While blood spurted from the gap left by his severed limb, he would die ten breaths later with his eyes wide open.
Warning bells were ringing. Since what happened took place in a short time, Nafız had already infiltrated the tribe before the soldiers switched to battle mode. She had jet-black battle armor on; according to her guess, the equipment was made from the skin of a wild creature expert in hiding itself in the darkness at night.
The Blood God was like a fish in water; there were no innocents she had to be careful about or friends she had to look out for; everywhere was full of enemies. The situation that would be a nightmare for someone else created the joy of a child entering an amusement park in her.
She practically had an unlimited ticket; she could enter every tent and shed blood freely. She was nocking arrows onto her bow five at a time, blending into the wind and spreading death with her daggers. While advancing towards the chief's tent with blood splashing on her face, the ground suddenly started shaking.
Did every good thing have to have an end? After hundreds of people died, the mercenaries were finally able to activate their defense systems. The ground was splitting, and dark yellow walls were rising around the tribe. A short while later, the settlement, open on all sides, would be surrounded by high ramparts.
The bald captain had concluded from incoming reports that his unit was attacked by an enemy army. Such a large-scale slaughter was possible, according to his perspective, only with a large number of people. This was the reason he gave the order to activate the traps they prepared.
"Wow, look at the guys! They brought a portable castle; it seems we really hurt the Orc Lord!"
Nafız was chuckling; she immediately checked the material the wall was made of, and the result was very good for her. Although the price of such a structure showed extreme differences according to the material used, fortunately, an alloy one quality higher than steel was used, even if it wasn't as shoddy as the nets.
The humans expecting an orc army against them were still considered to have acted cautiously. Even if it was just steel, it might have been sufficient under normal conditions, Nafız thought.
"You miserable creatures, you are trapped inside the castle. I can't wait to turn each of your heads into cash!"
The one-eyed man was shouting; he had added a clause to the terms of the agreement he made that they would receive five gold for every orc head they killed. One reason for raising the ramparts was his greed.
While his voice echoed on the thirty-step-long walls, his self-confidence would peak. There were many war machines inside; the tents where they were hidden were torn, and they were waiting ready to spew death.
"Very good, pour out whatever you have. I won't play with you now, but later!"
The enclosed area included almost the entire tribe; they were searching for the enemy like crazy in a place four hundred steps by two hundred steps. Nafız had already carved a small hill, entered inside, and hidden; the enemy lighting up illuminations was everywhere.
"Sir, we can't find anyone. They don't appear in any hole in the ramparts either!"
The sinister-faced captain waiting for the noise of war was disappointed with the reports coming from his subordinates. He had used the trump cards in his hand; they had come to these days by killing many enemies with this trick.
"There is something wrong with this; send teams outside the ramparts immediately, investigate if a tunnel was dug secretly. The enemies can't have run far; I don't want even one of them to remain alive!"
It was very difficult for logic built on a mistake to be corrected later. Most could not accept that they made a mistake so easily. About a thousand of the soldiers receiving their orders quickly went outside the ramparts and dispersed to the four winds, setting about searching for the imaginary enemy army.
This move played into Nafız's hands; since the human density inside the walls decreased, areas where she could move were forming. The number of people to be killed was still sufficient, but they were no longer the target.
Killing what is called human wouldn't satisfy her from this minute on. The only thing she thought about was whether the army she came with could cope with the war machines numbering up to thirty. If the ramparts were webs woven to catch the trap, the attack-type machines were a huge black widow spider.
Only, this time luck had abandoned the mercenaries. While expecting a huge swarm of flies, they had a poisonous scorpion in their hands instead. While Nafız came out of her hiding place slowly, she took out some of the arrows inside the ring she received from Mora.
This accumulation was an invaluable treasure; the items of the person raised as the future leader of her sect were in her hands. Some materials had never been seen in these lands throughout history.
The Blood God, nocking one of the arrows with special heads onto her bow, set her eyes on her first target. Since the structure of these types was different, Nafız could send one arrow with every shot. Although the method seemed useless when first mentioned, the shot exploding the war machine it hit met expectations.