Thus, the first Orc Assembly ever held came to an end. Alyon's side, remaining silent for the first three months, would slowly start harassment afterward. They were constantly making guerrilla attacks from the uncontrolled Glacial Region and swarming in the lands between the Wild Swamp and the Main Orc Tribe.
Roles were changing after attacks becoming frequent. Siyahayı's warriors, who frequently entered and exited the two regions taken from them before, had been only defending for a while. Upon this situation, the Main Orc Tribe chief would also gather the warriors under his command.
A giant tent with a pitch-black awning was distinguished from others next to it at a glance. While its surroundings were protected by warriors lined up in four rows, the nearest settlement was twenty steps away from it.
Heated moments were happening inside this structure, which was more than ten times larger than a normal orc tent. The black bear fur on the back of the person shouting while looking at the warriors kneeling in front of him caught the eye with all its majesty.
"What is our latest situation? I want a report from you immediately!"
The orc, taking his name from the color of what was on his back, practically roared with fury.
"My Lord, recently the interval of attacks has narrowed considerably! The enemy infiltrating towards the Wild Swamp direction too is harassing us from four sides!"
A rather large orc jumped right in. It is unknown what those seeing his head bowed while speaking and his slightly hunched posture for the first time would think about him, but this person was the current war chief.
"Balyozyumruk, do you think I don't know these? Tell me what you did against these!"
After his name came out of the Orc Lord's mouth with anger, the war chief folded up even more. After mumbling a few things half true half lie, he quickly passed his turn and retreated a step or two.
"Kurugölge, why hasn't Karsak delivered the orders we gave yet? What is the logistics division doing in all this chaos?"
After two questions, an orc four fingers taller than normal rushed forward in panic. Contrary to his superior height, this orc was almost skin and bones. If Siyahayı took a deep breath and blew on him, this man could rise to the sky like a balloon whose string broke.
"My Lord, I sent messengers many times asking about the latest status of the orders, but the old engineers gave evasive answers each time telling us we need to wait!"
Kurugölge's face had soured while saying these words. Their suppliers, with whom they worked smoothly for a long time, suddenly turned their backs on them and acted coldly.
Karsak engineers were like plumbers constantly promising and not finishing the job on time. After seeing the new material attracting their interest, their days passed only working on it.
"Apart from this, our resources have decreased by half financially. Worse still, mines and trade opportunities have passed into the hands of the rebels!"
The Logistics Chief had to tell the truths, but hearing these didn't please Siyahayı at all. Shattering the stone table set up in front of him with a punch, and after looking at the crowd in front of him for a while mad with anger, he shouted with a voice louder than before.
"Get outtttt!"
All orcs rushed in panic towards the double-winged leather door, the only place opening to the outside of the tent. They were darting out stepping on each other.
Only one person remained inside. Standing right on Siyahayı's right side, he was looking at him now as if wanting to say something.
"Speak!"
The Orc Lord, shaking off his anger from a moment ago, addressed this person quite calmly.
"Father, hasn't an answer come from the Union yet?"
"Ayıpençesi, are you sure? The situation is getting worse, son; the rebels managed to hold on!"
The furious man from a moment ago was gone, replaced by an old orc with a worried face. While looking at the younger warrior standing beside him, there were signs of fear in his eyes.
"Father, I have a plan in mind! According to the news brought by our spies, many small tribes have been established in regions under rebel control. We shouldn't miss this opportunity; if we can seduce the minds of new chieftains and pull them to our side, we can create internal turmoil!"
The Orc Lord seemed to cheer up a bit after his son's words. To disperse the dark clouds over his head, he got up from his place rapidly and threw himself out of his tent.
Things would go exactly as they planned. In the lands under Alyon's domination, as administration was distributed, control became difficult. Some seduced tribe chieftains had gone into an alliance with the Main Orc Tribe under the pretext of declaring their independence.
Alyon and Nafız were content with just watching what happened for a while; they allowed them to receive support from Siyahayı. They also provided warrior aid to loyal chieftains near tribes rebelling against them.
Very few people understood that the purpose of this was a large-scale test. News of betrayal came from a few more tribes seeing that the head of the rebels wasn't crushed immediately. Within about a year passed since the Great Assembly, twenty percent of the Trade Region tribes had declared their independence and entered under the wings of the Main Tribe.
All of these were settlements in the part close to Siyahayı's lands. When they understood they could sustain themselves, their first job would be trying to advance inwards. They started fighting with loyal tribes; they were acting unconsciously as they were intoxicated by promises and the feeling of power.
Moments when the knife was at the bone were experienced in loyal tribes. Despite the support given, the attacks of traitors continued without slowing down. Amidst all this happening, a mechanical vehicle intended for transport was advancing at full speed on empty lands. There were twelve warriors inside. Ten of them, all orcs, donned black leather armors, with their hoods pulled up and faces covered up to their noses.
"Miloş, these kids will break out in hives. You should have opened a hole or two in those armors!"
While the Blood God watched outside with pleasure stretching her feet, she was examining the warriors lined up opposite her. The armors of orc warriors with different physical features were her entertainment material for now.
"Ma'am, secrecy is our most important priority! These people represent the future of the orc race. They have to suffer this tiny bit of hardship!"
There was not the slightest sound, movement, or even mimic in the people spoken about. They were listening to what was said from where they sat. They were the first stage of the elite race Alyon aimed for. Selected from their tribes, distinguished in the Orc War Academy, they had proven themselves in the Sacred Lands. The feeling they gave was more like a sword ready to take a life at any moment than orc warriors.
They were carefully selected; distinguishing who they were inside their leather armors was very difficult even for a person knowing them for a long time. Their biggest mark was the drawing of a red orc fist on their left arms. This symbol Alyon used since the first time, while symbolizing him and his friend, now adorned the arms of the special battalion too.
"My brave ones, we will be in enemy lands shortly. I won't ask if you are ready!"
Miloş, getting up from his place, continued speaking looking at his team ready for action.
"You are people selected from among hundreds of thousands of orcs. You passed through trainings where you faced death at every moment, and now is the time to show what you are. Punishing people betraying your race is your duty; prove that you deserve your ancestors' favor!"
"Yes, sir!"