"Sir, we have one more small problem. What will we do with the friend you gave to Kübey?"
In the heat of the events, they had forgotten to decide on the fate of the well-dressed bright man. Eyes turned to Nafız.
"Are there any large cuts or missing limbs on his body?"
The Blood God asked, turning to the female orc who was the leader of the bodyguards. She remembered warning her about visible marks.
"Commander, I had to cut the right side of his torso from end to end, but there are no missing parts!"
Kübey didn't even blink while speaking. It was as if she was talking about a vegetable given to her, not a live human.
"Here is what we do; you will make the man you split open like a split-belly eggplant drink this medicine. Then we will leave him where I found him; he won't regain consciousness for at least fifteen day-cycles. When we sprinkle his torn-apart friends around to complete the decor, everything is ready: an attack committed for robbery!"
What Nafız said wasn't exactly a lie; the event at the venue was exactly like this. There was just no need to mention the detail that the people who were now corpses were thieves.
"Marcos, you are going to raise hell! Work every traitor in the city guards day and night. Let the people be uneasy; let the rebels get the feeling that an environment for an uprising is forming!"
This was called killing two birds with one stone. While giving the image that they stood by the wounded young man's family, they would corner the enemy by appearing as if they knew nothing. The meeting ended after this decision was taken; the first step of chain events was being taken.
When morning came, wagons with a red orc fist on them would appear at one of the customs gates of Parthenia.
This time, no one was stupid enough to look down on them. People didn't dare to speak ill of them.
"Welcome to Parthenia! City guards will accompany you to your destination!"
As soon as the customs officer saw the arriving vehicle, he jumped from his place and welcomed the caravan, and there were some inside the wagons meeting this treatment for the first time. They were orcs who managed to escape while being sent to the city as slaves and lived in misery for a long time.
The caravan entering through the ramparts proceeded rapidly towards the destination point. When they passed through the gate of the large mansion and stopped in a garden full of flowers, orcs slowly came out and lined up. They were all wearing identical uniforms; their gazes were harsh, their stances proud.
"Master, Asiyürek and his friends coming from the Sacred Lands are ready for your orders and opinions!"
Sangre was very serious; he had no tolerance for the slightest disrespect, especially in Nafız's presence. Those facing him were indeed the people they saw after crossing the bridge that day, but the time passed had made them almost unrecognizable.
Their scrawny, exhausted states were gone; robust, muscular orc warriors had taken their place. One person stepped forward from among them, completing his sleeveless leather armor with two metal pieces extending almost from his wrist to his elbows.
There were eight bright green stones stacked on top of each other on the metals. Although no one knew its function, it was certain that it was an eye-catching accessory.
"Well, well, well, isn't this our Asiyürek? I see you struggled for the ancestors' favor and succeeded!"
The face of the man walking slowly changed in an instant; the female orc had figured out what happened at a glance.
"Ma'am, as you said, I am now a captain of the tribe too!"
While words came out of his mouth, an expression of pride settled on his face, and his chest swelled enough to explode from puffing up.
"So you made your decision. Come on, look to your rest; we will talk to you after dinner at night!"
After Nafız had Vahşiduvar, Kuyag, and her two students tag along, she set off to rush to Alyon's side. Meanwhile, Çekiçdöven and his son were busy evaluating the latest situations together with the chief.
The conversations held were not very heartening, but their morale would improve a bit when they saw those entering through the opened door.
"Look, the people you expected have arrived! Blood Warrior Sangre, your uncle Kitapkurdu, and the heroic captains of our tribe are now by your side!"
When Alyon introduced those entering the room to his grandson, the young orc didn't know what to do. He was constantly told that he would rule the whole continent in the future, but the people standing in front of him only aroused chills in him.
Let alone giving orders, he wasn't sure he could even manage to speak in front of them out of excitement. Could his trembling state escape the Blood God's notice?
"What's up, little emperor? You weren't holding back at all while attacking me that day!"
As soon as Nafız's words ended, an intense aura filled the room; sharp killing intent targeted Çekiçdöven's son.
"Sangre, pull yourself together immediately!"
In the face of the situation making breathing difficult for those in the environment, Chief Alyon roared furiously. The depth in his voice was tearing everything apart.
For Sangre, from the moment he learned that someone attacked his master, it didn't matter who that person was. Even if a god descended from the heavens, the fate they would experience was death.
"Son, won't we be able to open our mouths around you? Without understanding or listening, you get riled up. Just stay calm for a moment!"
Although the Blood God was inwardly pleased with the situation, she was also a bit annoyed because she had to restrain this crazy boy every time. Fortunately, Alyon had saved the situation this time; it fell to her to introduce the parties.
"Come here, let me introduce you to the best warriors of our tribe. Don't dwell on what just happened, but don't ever forget what you experienced either. Let this be a lesson to you; it doesn't matter what your potential is, whatever your strength is right now, the treatment you receive will be accordingly!"
While the young grandson walked to the side of the slowly speaking female orc, he was receiving a lesson he would never forget in his life. What happened would be a whip constantly cracking on his back on the path of war training.
Whenever he attempted to give up, he couldn't prevent this cut formed in his heart from hurting inside.
"This person is Chief Alyon's grandson. He doesn't have a name yet, but he will receive the name he deserves after receiving the ancestors' favor.
Tomorrow, they will go to the sacred lands together with his mother Yarmagül; answer whatever he asks until then.
He will be the person who will rule the Orc Steppes in the future. Don't ask why; you will all understand when the time comes!"
When Nafız completed her words, no opposing voice came out; they all knew like their names that she wouldn't speak in vain.
When the chief's grandson bombarded them with questions, they answered patiently; they told him about the wars and struggles they engaged in.
Even if the might of his bloodline power was unique, he was just an orc who had just become an adult. He had many paths to walk too.
"Kitapkurdu, there are some subjects I need to talk to you about privately. Will you come out for a little stroll with me?"
Between her two students, Sangre was ahead by a wide margin in terms of combat power, but due to his temperament and the change he underwent, he had a somewhat rigid character. He was a complete mission man; if Nafız told him to die, he wouldn't even ask what for.
Kitapkurdu, on the other hand, possessed a thinking faculty closer to hers. Due to the gift he received from the reward dungeon, he was perhaps the smartest person among the orcs.
If there was an orc with whom she could discuss the plan to clean Parthenia's guts, it was the person beside her right now. The Blood God couldn't have a thought like missing this opportunity.
Inside the mansion, there was a small house where Nafız stayed. This place was completely isolated from the outside world.
As soon as the duo stepped inside, the owner of the house started speaking immediately.
"Kitapkurdu, there is an organization in the city. Following our departure, they are making plans to overthrow the Lord and take over the administration!"