"Silence!"
"Thuddddddddd!"
"Speak! Did you change when you left your student, who loved you like a father, to die?"
"Bammmmmmmmmm!"
"Sileeeeence!"
"Thudddddddddddd!"
"Speak! Did you become like this the day you gave up taking revenge for your friend, with whom you were like brothers?"
"Bammmmmmmmmmm!"
This last question broke the old orc's limits. He decided to activate his Bloodline Power in an instant. While smoke rose from his body, he was shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Sileeeeeeeeence!"
"Thudddddddddddddddddddd!"
The sound this punch produced was incomparably louder than the previous ones. Blood was trickling from the corners of Alyon's lips as he went three steps back.
"Even though I knew the violence of this blow, feeling it on my body was a completely different event. Hang tight, Demirdöven; I will show you the thing your student always hid from you!"
Alyon knew many things; among these was that his master was already stronger than the man opposite him before he died. He also activated his bloodline power; after the pressure rushing on him, Beyaz Ayı was bewildered, not knowing what to do.
"Bammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
All the increasing attributes of the old orc were being suppressed. The bitter part of the business for him was that they had gone back even further than the level they were before.
"How can this happen? This bloodline power should have disappeared along with him!"
Encountering the feeling he was familiar with from his student in a stranger he didn't know at all wasn't something he could believe. After speaking, Beyaz Ayı even forgot that it was his turn.
"Go on; this business won't end until I get my answers!"
They were in the middle of a duel; everything could only end when one person fell to the ground. The old orc gritted his teeth; he couldn't humiliate himself in front of so many of his warriors.
"Thuddddddd!"
However, no strength remained in his arms, no power in his body. He was cornered by the Bloodline Ability, which was his natural enemy. This orc's ability to use his power was far above the level he could reach.
"So this is all you can do; he also knew you couldn't save him, but were you so afraid of dying together, Demirdöven!"
"Bammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Alyon's fury increased as he spoke; the punch he landed made the earth and sky groan.
"Hit! Hit until you take your anger out, my student!"
The Glacial Region Chief spoke opening his two arms to the sides. Currently, the orc opposite him looked like the student he lost.
"Why didn't you do anything for my father's revenge? Did obeying the orders of that traitor dog seem more correct to you?"
"Bammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Hit, Alyon! Hit your strongest punch on this useless master of yours who can't do anything right!"
Beyaz Ayı was passing his turn; emotionally, he was in the worst possible state. His only goal was to cauterize the wound formed inside him with the physical damage he would receive.
"No, I won't let you run away from your responsibilities again. Today will be the day I captured your tribe with the strength of my wrist!"
These words were the last drops overflowing the filling cup. The old orc's legs trembled; a breath later, his knees had already hit the ground. All his warriors were in indescribable shock; their chief, who ruled them with an iron fist for years, was currently sobbing uncontrollably.
Beyaz Ayı didn't seem like he would stop either; emotions he buried inside for a hundred years were being revealed like an avalanche that couldn't be dammed. Alyon waited by his side without moving; he had won the struggle and the bet entered, but why wasn't the slightest spark of joy forming inside him?
Joy prevailed in the invader tribe ranks; this was a spotless victory. The strong ruled among orcs; their chief had proven how strong he and his lineage were in front of everyone's eyes.
When the tears in his tear ducts dried up and he became unable to cry, the old orc started watching the ground blankly from where he collapsed. His greatest wish was for his life to end where he fell; while he was in such thoughts, a hand touched his shoulder.
"Demirdöven, my master bequeathed some words to me to tell you. Open your ears and listen well!"
After doing what was necessary for himself and his tribe, it was time for his master's request.
"Master, even at the moment I died, there was no grudge inside me against you. You will remain in my heart as the man who always looked after me!"
When his speech ended, Alyon turned his back and left. As for Beyaz Ayı on his knees, unable to endure after this last blow, he toppled to the ground. No one could approach the old orc; although they knew he was alive, Alyon ordered them to leave him be despite the snow starting to cover him.
The invaders had no intention of staying here; their goal was to return to the Arid Region together with the new warriors they obtained. The Glacial Region warriors were ordered to pack up as fast as possible; they couldn't stay any longer in a position so close to the Main Tribe.
Within two day-cycles, preparations were finished, and the hundred thousand orcs, the combined force of two tribes, had become ready to march. Nafız spoke looking at the old orc who hadn't moved an inch from where he was throughout this whole time.
"Go and lift your chief! He is coming with us too!"
When his old warriors went to where Beyaz Ayı was, they found the old man in an unconscious state. One of them hastily threw him on his back and ran to the side of his friends who set out on the return journey. No matter what, this orc had witnessed many events in the past years; there were many things they could learn from him.
A short time had passed since the group of a hundred thousand orcs started walking when the ground under their feet started shaking slightly. It wouldn't take long for them to understand what was happening; a massive army was approaching rapidly from behind them. The end of the incoming crowd was not visible.
"What is this? Where did so many orcs come from?"
Alyon turned to his friend in astonishment. They should surely have had news of such a large-scale army leaving the Main Tribe.
"The last report came a short while ago; our informant was saying there was no activity!"
Nafız couldn't make sense of what was happening either; ultimately, there were two possibilities. The first was that the spy was caught; this business couldn't last forever, this person would eventually give himself away.
The second and worst possibility was that the Main Orc tribe had sent its second army, hidden elsewhere, upon them. The force chasing them was estimated to be no less than five hundred thousand people; moreover, there were as many warriors in the main orc tribe. It was neither the place nor the time to think about these. First, they had to pass the warriors with them safely to the Arid Region.
"Speed up immediately; we must reach the lake as soon as possible!"
Çekiçdöven shouted in panic; their only salvation was crossing to the opposite shore before being caught.
"Stop, they will have already caught you before you arrive there!"
Although the voice of the owner of the last words was weak, the real surprising thing would be the identity of the person saying these. Beyaz Ayı, lying semi-conscious on the back of his old warriors, was opposing his son as usual.
"This is not the time; do you want so many warriors to die!"
Çekiçdöven was used to this situation now; no matter what he said, he could never make his father like him, but this time what was in question was not his satisfaction but the lives of the warriors.
"Did you not realize, silly boy? The footsteps say they are getting closer and closer; I don't know how you crossed to this side, but even if you reach the shore, at best you will lose two-thirds of the army!"
The old orc was right in his words; Alyon's tribe had dismantled the mechanism established after crossing to the Glacial Region. Doing all preparations again and ensuring the passage would take quite some time; meanwhile, how could they fight with an army five times their size?
"Okay, what will we do, Demirdöven? Do you have a suggestion?"
Alyon had understood from his memories and what he lived in a short time that this man wouldn't speak in vain. If he objected to the plan made, surely it was because he had something to say, he thought.
"Turn the direction of the army towards the mountains immediately. We will proceed from a secret passage providing passage to the Arid Region!"
In the current situation, this was a fantastic suggestion. Everyone hearing it turned to Chief Alyon to make the final decision.
"We will do as he says; spread the news quickly!"
Shortly after, the army rapidly changing its direction turned its route towards the high mountains with steep slopes. Looking from the outside, this was no different from committing suicide. When the news was heard in the units sent by the Main Orc Tribe, the person commanding the army smiled with pleasure.