"Good, very good!"
The insides of the Blood God's eyes shone with joy. Her greatest worry was the collapse of the order they established. Now they returned with big trump cards in their hands; there was no longer any reason to fear the enemy.
They would cross into the Arid Region rapidly with their army of a hundred thousand people. Their total power had reached two hundred thousand after these events. Numerically, they were still very few; even the number of orcs Demirdöven killed from the enemy army alone was more than one-tenth of their current strength.
While money, food, weapons, all were available in their hands, their most important deficiency was the absence of people to use them. Under Alyon's leadership, they decided to gather under the name of the Great Orc Council to discuss future plans.
Problems would be put on the table, solution ways sought, and ideas shared to take full control of the Orc Steppes. The news had been conveyed to the necessary people in a short time; about a year after the destruction of the Glacial Region Tribe, everything was ready for the first meeting.
"My tribe chieftains, my army commanders, valuable administrators of Trade Cities, welcome all!"
Alyon made the opening with his booming voice. There were many guests inside the wide tent today. Two people had settled on the facade facing the entrance gate; beside the hulking orc who was the leader of the meeting, his friend Nafız was present as always.
On the floor table set up from Alyon's right side to the entrance, the command echelon of their armies was lined up. His son-in-law and the new armies commander Çekiçdöven was leading these people. Along this row continuing immediately after with his wife Yarmagül, many formidable warriors caught the eye. Kuyag, Vahşiduvar, Asiyürek were the most well-known among them; all were waiting for the words to come out of their chief's mouth with sharp gazes.
On Nafız's left, there were tribe chiefs and Trade City administrators, and the most interesting types in the environment were in this section. Kitapkurdu, taking place at the very head of this group, was actually enough to meet the adjective strange all by himself. While wearing a satin shirt with upright collars, he had completely shaved the part of his hair remaining under what he had braided in a ponytail shape.
Kasaphaydo and the chiefs of large and small tribes showing rapid development over a year were also in excitement. Although they received tiny tips by talking to the senior Kasaphaydo before the meeting started, their hands and feet were getting tangled in the face of the heaviness of the environment being this much.
Another reason for tension was the humans who had come from the three trade cities. Gulag coming to represent Nikonya was one thing, but the participant from the city of Parthenia was making them uneasy. Actually, three people had come from this city to the meeting; City Lord Marcos would participate personally, so the head of the bodyguard team Kübey was also standing right behind him.
The last person was the most beautiful of beauties, Eftelya. While her presence affected the orc chiefs in her own row, she was making the commanders standing opposite them exert intense effort not to look at her. They couldn't even guess what would happen to them in any wrong move. The young girl was in close relations with the two power centers of the tribe.
The female orc known as the Blood God showed great care for her. Everyone had witnessed her having long conversations with her for a few days before the meeting. This situation could be considered normal due to both people being women, but another person's interest in Eftelya was the real reason for fear.
Kitapkurdu had taken the young girl and her delegation under close marking as soon as they entered the tribe borders. Whether at dinner or on strolls, he was always with her.
The gradually increasing reputation of Nafız's student had reached its peak point in the last year. He was always gathering appreciation with his intelligence and practical solutions, but after the performance he displayed in the duel with the Glacial Region Tribe, cruelty was also added to these.
Everyone had understood quite clearly that one shouldn't be deceived by his strange clothes and scrawny physique; under these camouflages, there were magnificent weapons, poisons, and orc savagery burning inside.
There was also an exception to this order inside the tent. An orc was standing right behind the Blood God. The leaders of small tribes seeing him for the first time didn't dare to look at him a second time.
While Sangre felt the effects of the Blood Baptism emerging over a long time in his body, his gazes were involuntarily striking fear into those facing him. During this period when they took a break from the invasion policy they pursued aggressively, Nafız would find the opportunity to take care of this student loyal to death closely.
She fought with him almost every day, giving him techniques and tips suitable for his developing bloodlines. He had devoted all his time to working like crazy, as if wanting to show he deserved all the attention shown to him.
While his master's other student was open to development on many subjects, his aim was clear from the beginning. He wanted to be a man who could fight shoulder to shoulder with his master; he had sanctified all the pain he suffered on this path within himself.
While those in the tent were waiting for Chief Alyon to continue his words, a weak voice came from the very end of the row on Nafız's left side.
"Chief Alyon, we request to speak!"
All eyes turned in that direction at once to learn who the speaker was. After the hulking orc, who was the president of the council, signaled go ahead with his hand, the owner of the weak voice continued his words.
"My name is Abgesandte; I am here on behalf of the Karsak Trade City. I apologize very much for interrupting your words, but I need to say the information I have to convey before important issues start to be discussed!"
The speaker was a child looking at most ten years old, with yellow hair combed tightly to the side, wearing a gingham shirt. He had used a leather suspender to fix the trousers underneath, creating an impression in the style of an old head on young shoulders in those looking at him.
The physical condition and clothes of the arriving envoy would be met quite strangely in the section where the warriors were. This situation was even causing a few of them to giggle involuntarily. Seeing this movement witnessed by everyone, the envoy's facial expression changed suddenly. His white skin blushed slightly, and his yellow eyebrows rose furiously.
"I guess there are a few people among us who haven't given up the habit of judging those facing them by their appearance!"
After words came out of the Blood God's mouth, a heavy pressure descended like a nightmare on the orcs behaving rudely just a moment ago. The heads of these people were bowed; they were twisting into shapes to endure the troubled moments they experienced.
"Blood God Nafız, we researched your management style and behavior principles. Therefore, we can accept what just happened as a misunderstanding!"
After predicting where the business was going, the strange-looking little boy decided to return to the main topic by stating his satisfaction due to the reaction given. Nafız withdrew her intent on this occasion, and the warrior orcs experiencing difficult moments breathed a sigh of relief.
"The administrators of Karsak City, of which I am the envoy, want to sign a neutrality agreement with both fronts before the great war that is inevitable to happen!"
The words of the envoy coming from this trade city, which had tightly closed its doors to the outside world, were causing great astonishment. Everyone thought the reason for his presence here was to surrender the city thinking they couldn't endure after the destroyed Glacial Region Tribe, but the envoy continued to speak without minding the gazes turned on him due to his extremely confident words.
"We are a society dedicated to science and development. We have no concern about who holds the dominance of the lands. We are ready to protect Karsak City, which has hosted us for a hundred years, under all conditions!"
The envoy could manage diplomacy very well with his knee-high stature and child age. He had clearly stated they had no material ambitions. In the continuation of his words, he emphasized that they didn't feel anxiety about an attack to be made on them, trusting themselves in this regard.
Of course, voicing these words in an environment with orc warriors would increase the tension rapidly. While chieftains coming from many tribes were inwardly foaming, the only thing preventing them was Nafız, whose hair tips had taken the color of blood red.