They had roared in the same tone after their leader's words. The actions of people whose stories were the same couldn't be different. They were among the first batch of orcs sent by all small tribes to the War Academy due to the given order. After staying here for three moon cycles, they had passed the first-level control test on the technique given to them.
As a result of these successes, their destination was the Sacred Lands. They had left many dead friends behind along with the lands they were born in. The training they received was no joke; the end of those who failed was to ensure the development of others as bait.
This ruthless method wouldn't end here. Although conditions became harder, they no longer had death dangers. They had come from among thousands; no matter what, they were important warriors, or at least that was what was seen from the outside.
In the Sacred Lands, the punishment for failure was being a punching bag for others. Every day they were crushed in fights by elites; their inadequacies were hit on their heads like a hammer. While those reaching the limit of Master level in their techniques attained the ancestors' favor, they became appetizers for the geniuses of the next batch.
The orc warriors sitting inside the vehicle were the best among the elite. This group forming the top ten was extremely calm while going to give their final exams. Warriors, who spent their last two months training in line with the Blood God's special working methods, had a single thought in their minds: 'If it didn't happen then, no one can kill me anymore!'
They had endured these sessions attended by Sangre and Jashua, sometimes even having to fight Nafız personally.
"Stop! Get out of the vehicle and introduce yourselves!"
A group of orc warriors lined up in front of the vehicle stopping harshly. There were war axes in their hands and an arrogant attitude in their gazes.
"Brat, go tell your chief to come immediately and beg for forgiveness by kissing the ground!"
The orc speaking arrogantly just a moment ago would be dumbfounded. When he wanted to say something, he failed at first and stuttered, only managing it after taking a few breaths.
"You are thirsting for your death! I will present your heads to my chief on a silver platter!"
"Attack!"
"Kill!"
When they went on the attack shouting war cries with their friends beside them, Miloş pointed to a warrior with his eyes.
This person understood the given order, immediately reached into his bosom, and threw something out from the opening on the side of the vehicle. A breath later, a gold-colored, circular object proceeded towards the group attacking from the front by spinning. When it found its first target by curving, the result would be striking.
This object with extremely sharp edges sent the head of the orc it hit on the neck flying. Even more interesting, it hadn't lost speed; on the contrary, it was proceeding towards the next enemy.
Warriors attacking the transport vehicle in a line wouldn't be able to understand what happened. After their heads separated from their bodies fell to the ground one by one, the gold-colored object entered through exactly opposite the opening it went out.
The orc carrying out the attack quickly caught the weapon belonging to him and put it back into his bosom. If not for the color catching the eye, it was impossible for a normal person to see the event happening. Meanwhile, the warrior hiding his weapon received from the reward dungeon leaned back as if nothing happened, looking at the person giving him the order.
"I congratulate you, brave warrior! Your skill on the Chakram increases every passing day! Are you of the same opinion, ma'am!"
Miloş was cheerful; the warrior under his command had killed nearly ten enemies with a single attack. Apparently, he wanted to brag about this subject.
"Our ancestors spoke correctly; if speech is silver, silence is gold!"
Nafız spoke shortly; her words had many meanings. The voice of the blabbermouth orc wanting to present their heads on a silver platter was cut by his head being torn off with a golden chakram.
Besides this, the meaning that Miloş spoke too much by getting unnecessarily excited also came out from what was said. The commander realizing this bowed his head and sat in his place. While the vehicle they were in sped up again, they understood they were getting very close to their targets. Except for the Blood God, everyone became attentive and took a stance as if they would be attacked at any moment.
While the tense atmosphere continued, the vehicle had to stop harshly again. The reason was a crowd of orcs waiting for them thirty steps ahead. A warrior group of about ten thousand people was watching the vehicle with a red orc fist symbol on it coming up to their tribes with hateful looks.
"Who are you? Introduce yourselves immediately!"
When an orc stepping forward started shouting, Nafız's face inside the vehicle soured.
"What an enthusiasm for asking identity these guys have, friend! Coming says who are you, going says who are you!"
After speaking mumbling, the Blood God opened the door furiously and threw herself out. While advancing with calm steps, when she came in front of the vehicle, she was eye to eye with the whole tribe.
"My name is Nafız; I came here to destroy your rebelling tribe. I will say it once, listen well; either your tribe chieftain and division chiefs come and surrender, or I bury you all here!"
After a short silence, a great storm of laughter broke out where the tribe's warriors were. After the words they heard, they were laughing until tears came to their eyes.
"So you are the Blood God told in stories. How small you are. Look what I'll say; you entertain me tonight, and I'll act as if I never heard what you just said and spare your life!"
Being far from the center of administration and after the support of the Main Tribe, this was the general situation of rebel tribes. They had become arrogant; their ability to use their already little intelligence had thoroughly atrophied.
"Oh, so if I entertain you, I can save my life in this place; what do you say, children? Should I sacrifice myself not to die?"
As soon as Nafız completed her words, ten shadows leaped from inside the vehicle and appeared in front of her. While one knee of all of them touched the ground, their heads were bowed towards her.
"Blood God, we await your orders! We promise we won't leave a single breathing creature among our enemies!"
While looking at the warriors lined up in front of her, the insides of Nafız's eyes shone. There was not the slightest sign of fear in the looks of any of the ten people.
"Show these wretches the power of the chosen ones! Kill everyone except those who throw their weapons and prostrate!"
The Blood God gave her order. The elite ten members rose from their places and faced the enemy remaining behind them. They were a handful against thousands of people; there wasn't even a word to describe their self-confidence and courage.
While starting to advance rapidly towards their enemies, orcs standing opposite them were also waiting for them with their shields raised. They were like a car going full speed towards a flat wall; before five breaths passed, they had already come to close contact distance.
Meanwhile, the ten-person warrior group unexpectedly split into five parts. These five parts consisting of two-person teams were going on the attack towards different places of the defense wall.
One of the duo running towards the middle of the shield wall sped up when five steps remained and rushed forward. When one step remained, he stomped his foot hard on the ground and swung a spinning kick using his other foot.
The blow coming onto the shield was very violent. Along with the orcs in the front row, dragging the warriors waiting behind him in front of him, a deep rift formed into the ranks. At the same time, his friend passing by the warrior clad in jet-black armor whose kick still hung in the air entered the opened gap.