The Blood God's aim was to destroy the machines with mass destruction capabilities, so she continued sending arrows with explosive heads one by one. When almost ten vehicles were destroyed one by one, the people using the other machines panicked.
The soldiers couldn't even guess that the destroyed ones came to this state by means of an arrow. To them, heavy weapons were necessary for such large-scale destruction. Along with the astonishment they experienced, they fired the weapons of the machines spewing lava.
When they started attacking by enclosing themselves in a circle, they didn't care much about their friends around. Complete chaos was happening between the dark yellow walls; mercenaries were tasting death with the weapons they trusted so much.
"Idiots! Stop the attack immediately; you are killing your brothers!"
The man with one eye covered with a patch was shouting angrily. Killing him could end everything; Nafız thought this too, but this person hadn't revealed himself yet. He was giving orders from inside the tent he used as a command center; his voice was ringing in every corner of the portable castle thanks to some mechanisms.
With the silence of the war machines, the savagery they created was revealed; burning people were running around with screams of pain. The time was perfect for attacking again; Nafız started shooting in the opposite direction of where she attacked before.
War machines exploding one by one meant the mercenaries' war power was gradually decreasing. All attention turned to finding the persons doing this. When the Blood God sensed the circle starting to narrow, she aimed her bow at the sky and took a shot.
The blood-red arrow exploded when it reached sufficient height. It would shine inside the dark clouds for a few breaths scattering lights. This was a message sent to Çekiçdöven: take your army and go on the attack.
When things came to the boil, there was no need to wait any longer; strike while the iron is hot. Mercenaries also saw the signal; the attack would come not only from inside but also from outside.
Archers searching for their targets aimlessly were running to their places on the ramparts. Soldiers remaining outside needed to be taken inside; those nearby started entering rapidly through the opened gate.
It would take some time for some teams to return, and teams inside had to support the gate to avoid suffering a surprise attack.
The environment couldn't be better for the Blood God; she had thoroughly relaxed while carrying out her attacks. When fewer than the fingers on two hands remained from thirty war machines, the rumbles of the orcs reached ears.
Not much time passed between Nafız's infiltration of the tribe and giving the attack signal, but the destruction she created was massive. When it came to delivering the final blow, the Blood God thought it was time to use numerical advantages.
Seeing the orc army of fifty thousand coming upon them, the knees of the archers gave way. They were told the enemy was a group of rebels and their numbers could reach ten thousand at most. Mercenaries, blinded by the size of the reward, would realize what a mistake they made, albeit late.
There was still hope. Since steel weapons couldn't damage the walls, if they requested help now, the organization they were affiliated with could mobilize to save them. Their captain was also raining orders with these thoughts.
"Do not leave your places; no matter how numerous they are, it is impossible for them to breach the ramparts. We will hold on until help arrives!"
The voice they heard would bring the warriors, whose hands and feet failed them out of fear, to life; they had survived much more difficult situations together with their captain. The plan was quite logical, but force would spoil the game; what they couldn't calculate was Nafız inside the ramparts.
The army rushing towards the gate changed its direction towards the wall in that direction when they saw the second bright signal in the sky. The Blood God, directing the army to where the defense was weakest, took out her blood daggers from her wristbands not to leave the job to chance.
When she executed two swings with the weapons in her hand, no damage appeared on the walls. After a while, a section of the rampart starting to shake slowly separated from the others and collapsed inwards.
Although Nafız put a large amount of power into her attacks, the real trick was in their sharpness. She had performed the trick of swordsmen who cut a candle with their sword and toppled the piece remaining on top with their breath on the huge castle walls.
The army coming at full speed under Çekiçdöven's leadership got even more eager seeing the opened gap. Neither traps set around nor steel-netted ambushes could cut their speed. Orcs entered enemy positions like waters overflowing from a collapsed dam. Soldiers who abandoned war machines out of fear of death were very regretful now.
This time they were inside the trap they dropped their enemies into; their numbers were decreasing rapidly at every moment. Arms, legs were flying around; the end of those standing in front of orcs who saw red was nothing but painful death.
While the cleaning continued rapidly, Çekiçdöven turned his direction to the chief's tent; the enemy commander must be there. When they entered inside together with his brave warriors, they encountered a scene they never expected.
Inside a transparent cube, the man with a patch on one eye was drinking his drink calmly. He sat cross-legged on the ground and looked as if he was enjoying life on a quiet evening. He grinned wickedly looking at the orcs suddenly appearing in front of him.
"I never thought I would fall into this situation against meat-headed orcs!"
He took another sip from his drink and stood up, continuing his speech from the edge of the barrier surrounding him.
"I paid quite a bit of money for this protection shield, and you forced me to use it. Even if you fall at my feet and beg, I will not forgive you!"
Orcs, overcoming the initial astonishment, attacked the area having four steps length and the same size width. The result was shocking; their blows couldn't even cause a ripple in the structure; worse still, the bald man had started laughing heartily in the face of their efforts.
"You barbarians, know your place! Who are you to cope with the technology of mercenaries?"
On top of their attacks remaining fruitless, the insults they suffered would cause Çekiçdöven's patience to overflow. He swung his giant hammer as soon as he grabbed it; everyone was waiting for the result of this blow with their hearts in their mouths.
"Did you think anything would change by shouting, blockhead? You can have fun a little longer; when the messages I sent reach their destination, I will deal with all of you one by one!"
Nothing changed after the young commander's blow; the barrier hadn't even stretched, let alone broken.
"There is no place for you to run in this world anymore; the Grey Hyena Organization is sharpening its claws for you!"
In the mercenary world, units knew they couldn't show presence alone. In order not to perish, they started establishing various organizations by uniting.
They agreed with customers and dispatched the most suitable unit among them to the task. Grey Hyenas were just one of these; the desperate captain had sent mechanical homing pigeons to all allies he could reach.
Their nearest friends would rush to his aid; as long as he didn't die, he could find new soldiers thanks to his position in the organization.
"♫♫ Baby raise your hands, surrender you're surrounded, be patient a little longer, I will show you the birds you sent ♫♫"
"♫♫ Baby raise your hands, surrender you're surrounded, these are your good times, I will make you kiss the butts of these orcs ♫♫"
Nafız, entering inside in these gloomy moments, was in quite high spirits.