"So as a last resort, you chose to lean your back against the mountains and fight without being surrounded. Not bad, not bad! At least your brain works a little!"
The current Orc Lord had personally sent the War Chief's son to lead the army in order not to waste this opportunity he got. This person was considered the future War Chief for certain; he was the strongest warrior among the commanders.
"Listen to me, old man! If you are up to something that will endanger my family's life, I won't leave it to anyone; I will cut your throat with my own hands!"
Çekiçdöven hurled threats in anger at his father, whom he grabbed by the collar. This man had no value in his eyes anymore.
"Don't worry, son! There will be no need for that!"
Beyaz Ayı was calm; he answered his son, whom he once abandoned to his fate, with a soft tone of voice. Although the result couldn't be predicted, the move made was yielding results for now. The time spent for maneuvering by the army five times their size would take longer compared to them. Warriors, breathing a sigh of relief as the distance between them opened slightly, started walking faster with high morale.
Finally, when they arrived at the place they wanted to reach, the giant rift between two mountains stood before their eyes in all its majesty. Alyon ordered them to enter rapidly; it was impossible to see how far the rocks rising like walls on the sides of this passage, twenty steps wide, extended.
While the army advanced in an orderly manner, the enemy wasn't idle either. After completing their maneuvers, they had increased their speed and were continuing the pursuit. When their silhouettes began to appear in the distance, the last batch of orcs was continuing to enter through the wide rift.
"Young Chief, there is something I need to tell you. It is very important to me; listen carefully!"
Alyon, along with his family, Nafız, Sangre, and Çekiçdöven, would be the last people to pass through the tunnel. Fifty thousand orcs had just joined them; there might be those pursuing treachery among them, so it was impossible for them to separate from each other. When Beyaz Ayı called out to him, everyone would necessarily witness this conversation along with the hulking orc turning towards him.
"Before my student was killed, I was removed from my tribe to eliminate an attack on the Wild Swamp lands. When I returned, everything was over. As soon as I learned, I took my weapon and headed towards the chief's tent; I had only one thought in my mind: to kill everyone who appeared before me!"
The old orc's eyes filled with tears while speaking. From the shape his face took, it was obvious he was reliving those days in his mind.
"When the tribe's shaman appeared before me halfway, I paused for a moment; what the old man said would not leave my mind throughout my life. He told me, 'It is too early to die; put your pain in your heart and wait until the person who will take revenge for your loved ones comes and finds you!'"
"Now I am sure; I don't know how, but there is a bond you established with my student. You are the person who will end all suffering and wipe out the roots of traitors!"
The reason why Beyaz Ayı endured this humiliation for years became clear. What hardened his heart day by day were the harsh winds of revenge he couldn't take. Meanwhile, the army chasing them came to a distance of fifty steps and took an attack position.
Alyon hadn't left anyone behind; together with the group he was in, they came eye to eye with the army of five hundred thousand people. Beyaz Ayı, taking an axe in his hand, rushed a few steps forward immediately; he seemed to have an intention like meeting the enemy at the very front. Alyon didn't make a sound; as the most senior warrior among them, this was his most natural right, but the old orc started speaking again.
"The thing belonging to my student is among my belongings. I assume you want to take it!"
The target of Beyaz Ayı's words, speaking addressing the orcs remaining behind him with his back turned, was Chief Alyon. The hulking orc didn't answer; he was already guessing this.
"Çekiçdöven, my son! As a prisoner of the pain I carried inside, I couldn't be a father to you; forgive me!"
As soon as he finished his words, the old orc made his strike into a crack that didn't attract much attention. After this movement, the steep rocks rising from the edges of the wide rift started shaking violently.
"Run inside quickly! Before three hundred breaths pass, the whole passage will collapse!"
Beyaz Ayı said his last word and rapidly activated his bloodline power, Warrior's Rage. This time something was different; the energy he emitted the moment he started the technique was so high that Alyon and his friends standing behind him were hurled back ten steps.
"Father, don't!"
Çekiçdöven shouted in despair. The young commander understood what was happening; if not for his wife and son holding him back, he would have already taken his place beside the old orc.
"Smack!"
When a hard slap landed on his face, Çekiçdöven was bewildered. His wife Yarmagül slapped him without holding back.
"Are you opposing your ancestor's word? And in front of your grandson! Now show that you are a son worthy of him and do as you are told!"
The female orc had no other way than violence to bring her husband to his senses. Hearing what happened in the group he left behind, Beyaz Ayı also rushed out with a huge smile on his face.
He had discovered this passage with his friend Cesuryürek. Until this time, no one else was aware of this place's existence either. At the place where Beyaz Ayı struck with the axe, there was the final point of the giant crack spread like a spider web throughout the entire passage. After examining it for a long time, they had understood they could use this while escaping from someone. They had determined the time by rough calculation; therefore, Beyaz Ayı couldn't take risks; he stepped forward to kill everyone wanting to enter until the passage closed.
"Charge! They are destroying the passage; go after them immediately!"
The enemy army was also aware of what was happening. With the order of their commander at their head, they attacked towards the road extending between two slopes shaking madly. Everyone was gone; only an old orc remained in front of them. They just had to step over him and pass.
A few minutes later, they would painfully understand that things wouldn't go as planned. Under the influence of his bloodline power, Beyaz Ayı was slaughtering the first group of ten people going on the attack in less than three breaths.
"Beyaz Ayı, what do you think you are doing? Open the way immediately, or you can't even imagine what will happen to you!"
The War Chief's son on duty was shouting in a state where his hair stood on end from anger. In the face of this scene, the Glacial Region chief laughed arrogantly.
"So the bitch calling herself Siyahayı sent the puppy of the dog beside her here. Years have really made him forget many things!"
The names of regional tribe chiefs were determined by the color of the Bear King's furs found in that part. Unfortunately, none of these creatures, subjected to a great slaughter a hundred years ago, would be able to survive until today. The Main Tribe Chief, the Orc Lord, had named himself Siyahayı. Everyone living on the Orc Steppes knew him like this.
"This is your last chance, Beyaz Ayı! Get out of the way!"
After the words he heard, the enemy commander became thoroughly enraged. While preparing his warriors for a mass attack, he spoke for the last time.
"There is no one with that name here, you bastard; my name is Demirdöven, and I am the War Chief of the true Orc Lord. In a moment, you will all see what kind of might I possess!"
"Attack; he is just an old geezer with one foot in the grave!"
As a result of receiving a negative answer from the old orc standing opposite him, the arrogant commander gave the order for an all-out attack. He wasn't wrong in what he said; Demirdöven was left all alone with his axe in his hand.