Simultaneously with the attack, a black warning flare was fired into the air, and this was what the people around the mansions were waiting for. After breaking the entrance gates where there was not a soul, they started running rapidly towards the inside of the main buildings.
"Asiyürek, let's see your skill!"
Nafız and her two warriors positioned themselves around Marcos and were preparing to meet the humans coming from all directions. Actually, the initial plan in the Blood God's mind wasn't like this, but due to this orc coming from the sacred lands, she had to change a few things.
"Yes, ma'am!"
The captain, swinging the cloak he wore, shouted while interlocking the long wristbands on his arms. Two breaths later, the surroundings of the four people in the middle of the stage were enclosed by a transparent green barrier.
This was the feature of the equipment Asiyürek received from the reward dungeon.
Nafız thought the people designing these dungeons had no sense of humor. They had given the most cliché gift possible to a person who protected and watched over the orcs around him. The first to reach the barrier established in a short time was the commander of the city guards; using all his strength, he was testing the thing that suddenly appeared with the blow he landed.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
The traitor made three consecutive strikes; each was harder than the other, but the surface of the shield didn't even ripple. At the same moments, Kübey thought of pulling the man just a step beside her inside; Nafız was observing her movements carefully.
Unfortunately, the shield was not permeable in both directions; the Blood God, remembering Astute's shield, was disappointed.
"Ma'am, maybe we cannot make an attack from inside, but as long as the energy I stored inside doesn't run out, they can in no way reach us from outside either!"
Seeing the expression on his commander's face, Asiyürek felt a bit flawed; therefore, he felt the need to make a quick and short explanation.
"I assume we can understand how much time we have left from those glowing green stones, right? The enemy can see this too; why don't you cover it!"
This time the speaker was Kübey. Since she was an orc who always prioritized secrecy, this situation annoyed her.
"Do you think I wear sleeveless armor for my pleasure? Whenever I use the equipment, the sleeve parts of my clothes get torn to shreds!"
Asiyürek, who couldn't speak against the Blood God, didn't hold back against someone lower than his rank; ordinary leather armors couldn't withstand the released energy.
"Anyway, kid, now it's your time to speak. Come on, my lion, shout with a booming voice!"
While the surroundings turned into a fire zone, the rebels in the crowd had drawn their weapons and were attacking the protection area on the stage. Curses, insults were too many to count.
"Is this how you thank me for saving you from the hands of extortionists, usurers, ruthless merchants? I understand you have no power; the fears of the past squeeze your heart and tie your hands, but do you have to stand here and watch them kill me?"
Marcos was shouting at the top of his lungs; when his words ended, after coughing as if his lungs would be torn out, he took a deep breath and continued.
"At least make your side clear. Those whose hearts do not consent to the injustice done should return to their homes as soon as possible!"
"Boooooo! Booooooo!"
The crowd started booing in unison, and the City Lord, whose speech was prevented, had no strength to utter another word anyway. As an administrator, he had done his best by risking his life.
"Ma'am, what will we do now!"
Kübey spoke looking at the other female orc among the four people.
"We will wait for the signal to be given. When three flares shine in the sky, the stage will be ours!"
Nafız was as comfortable as a person watching television in the living room of her house; she was waving to those attacking the green shield around them scattering their saliva. As the rebels attacked, what Asiyürek said was coming true to the letter; even the charging of thousands of people was not enough to enter the protection area.
Among the mansions of the three noble families, the place besieged by the fewest number of people was that of the Cervantes house. Although their young master was the city lord, it was likely they had moved their riches to the castle. As for the City Lord's castle, it had large gates and protection enchantments; it was very difficult to enter without Marcos dying.
"Run, surely they had to leave some things at home. If we don't find anything, we'll gut that pony-tailed artist and catch the opportunity to fool around with the servants!"
While the person advancing in front of the group shouted, he reached for the pure silver handle to open the door of the main hall. For some reason, only one side of the double-winged door opened, and here, a giant shield blocked their way.
"And who are you? Get out of our way; do you have a death wish?"
They were sure there were no guards inside the mansion; after the orc warriors left a long time ago, no one had entered inside.
"I am Vahşiduvar from the orc tribe under Chief Alyon's command. It took you very long to come; what is it, or did your knees tremble with fear halfway, you scumbags!"
The color drained from the faces of the looters; were there orcs hiding in the mansion? It wasn't possible for the group consisting of members of small families to match well-trained warriors; in a short time they looked at each other, absolute silence dominated the environment.
"You were a handful of losers just as mentioned. Do not worry, only I am here, and let alone you, even if all of Parthenia comes, they cannot move me from my place!"
The orc warrior, hitting his shield whose pressure on him lightened onto the ground, cracked the flawless marble floor. After what they heard, the rebels' looks changed. What could just one person do against them numbering at least a hundred?
While going on the attack with their weapons, they were trying to push the shield acting almost as a barricade by leaning their shoulders.
While these were happening in the Cervantes house, Alyon was cheerful for being in the most interesting place. Even the presence of the most beautiful of beauties Eftelya had caused the Partheni house to overflow with ruffians.
Men of small houses who might want to take the place of the three noble houses were everywhere. Alyon waited calmly, and when the last person entered inside, he took his hammer he hadn't used for a long time in his hand. Whenever he saw this weapon, grief covered his inside; he missed the weapon his master won from the reward dungeon, which was very far from him right now.
"Since everyone has arrived, we can start our game; if you are ready, as the host, I am taking the priority!"
Alyon's voice was also extraordinary like his body; when his words reached ears, they caused an involuntary trembling in those who heard.
To gain wealth, one had to take risks, but among the looters setting out on this path, the most unfortunate ones were those choosing the Agustus house as a target. It was certain that the orcs positioned at the other two points couldn't compete with the might of the orc waiting for them.
Sangre, watching the people entering by breaking the garden gate of the Agustus house from atop a tree, was waiting with his long bow drawn. His mind was on his master surrounded by thousands of rebels in the heart of the city; his goal was to go to her side rapidly after finishing his job here.
He couldn't have fantasies like having fun, killing slowly; he had given priority only to speed. Close to his patience running out, the mansion's door was also broken; the crowd started pouring inside like the waters of a collapsed dam.
"Marcos, I will ask you a question. Who do you think this shield protects? Us, who look like we are trapped, or those retards continuing to attack unconsciously?"
The City Lord, just like everyone beside her, knew the answer to the question Nafız asked quite well. Orcs didn't even need to make plans; all they had to do should have been burning and destroying as in the old days, cutting down whoever came before them.
"Commander Nafız, no matter how much I thank you, it is not enough. I promise that as long as I am alive, the City of Parthenia will be the greatest ally and supporter of your tribe!"