Nafız planted a big smile on her face while showing the man lying dead on the ground to the spirit animal she summoned. Her relationship with Alis was good these days, and she wanted it to stay that way.
The tiny white rabbit immediately turned its head towards Nafız upon looking at the pointed place. Its dissatisfaction was evident from its gaze. The Blood God had guessed this would happen; after looking at the sulking spirit animal for a while, she raised a single eyebrow and started speaking.
"Did you not like it, prince charming? You haven't recognized me yet! Take a taste, then let's talk!"
Nafız was acting as if there was a human facing her. Although the spirit animal was hung up on quantity, she trusted the quality of the meal she prepared for it very much. Alis had fed on orcs or low-level humans until now; since it would eat someone advanced enough to make a magical attack for the first time, the result was clear from the start.
Indeed, the tiny white rabbit felt as if shot in the brain after reluctantly taking the first bite. As far as understood from the sounds it made, it was on cloud nine with pleasure.
"Eat slowly, slowly! No one is taking it from in front of you!"
Alis was so engrossed in eating the member of the Gray Hyenas that it was ignoring Nafız teasing it occasionally. As every good thing comes to an end, when this meal also came to an end, while the spirit animal looked at her with its bead-like red eyes, the Blood God was also watching it laughing.
"How is it, it's as much as I said, isn't it? Don't look at me like that now; be patient until tomorrow. I guess we will be able to find a few more of these where we are going!"
Nafız, learning that Siyahayı made an agreement with mercenaries, roughly guessed the situation waiting for them in the ninth tribe. The turn had come to give the news to her team resting unaware of everything. The environment seemed ready; when she stepped into the circle formed by the Elite Ten, the surroundings naturally became quiet.
"I will give you a few warnings for tomorrow. In my opinion, along with the two tribes fleeing leaving their homelands, some people from outside the continent are also waiting for us at our last stop. Besides crowded orc warriors, there will be experts you have to face this time. We will see the asses of friends acting coy like a new bride tomorrow!"
The Blood God, informing the Elite Ten of the situation, also sent her message to the warriors in the first three ranks. The white sheep and the black sheep would be revealed tomorrow. Warriors, getting slightly into the mood after the previous speech, were about to catch fire right now; there was no doubt they would set off immediately if it were up to them.
The turbulent night following the calm day was ending with the first lights of the morning. The Elite Ten had already sat in their places inside the vehicle, waiting for it to move.
"Enter the route, Miloş! Or else the youngsters will eat me with their looks!"
While their leader entered the information of the last stop into the vehicle, ten warriors had also released their unique auras. This situation was what Nafız wanted from the beginning of the journey; the effects of the evening speech were continuing by strengthening.
The moment the vehicle moved, the atmosphere inside the cabin became one degree heavier. While this situation didn't affect Nafız, Miloş was also in high spirits. This was very normal for the person who was the instructor of warriors who would be the ancestors of the next generation because he wasn't the bodyguard of four years ago either.
Although he was bound to Nafız with the Soul Seal, he had never been treated like a despicable slave. The first moment he understood this was when Nafız brought Alyon's daughter to the brink of death in front of everyone.
He always had a separate status among orcs. Even while fighting with his owner's student, he was completely free. Perhaps for the first time in his life, he received full credit for his talents and intelligence. He was trusted, forced to undertake heavy responsibilities in critical missions.
Miloş came out of all of them with flying colors; his pride peaked. His self-confidence, lost by bodyguarding people lower than himself for years, was returning with slow but sure steps.
The Blood God didn't withhold anything from him. Development resources and weapons were provided to him without question whenever he needed. While his speed and assassination skills were at the peak of Master level, he showed development up to the limit of Perfect level during the passed time.
The only human benefiting from the reward dungeon open only to orcs since they took the Sacred Lands under their domination was again Miloş. No one except Nafız knew what kind of gift he received; he hadn't given anything away even to Kitapkurdu, who chatted with him frequently.
"What do you say, Miloş? Will a person sufficient to test your skills appear before you today!"
The Blood God hadn't seen a serious fight of the man sitting beside her for a long time. Today, she hoped he would also take action along with the other ten people.
"Ma'am, I trust my warriors. They are not weak enough to bring me down to the battlefield!"
After speaking looking into the eyes of the Elite Ten, Miloş turned rapidly towards Nafız.
"Still, if your desire is to watch my war, just giving permission is enough. I assume the person who will be my opponent is also looking forward to this day!"
The most authorized man of the Sacred Lands had perhaps voiced this request many times. Each time, the Blood God gave him a negative answer.
"Same subject again! What will happen if I do what you want? Let me tell you, one of my two men will kill the other just to show he is better!"
The female orc's tone of voice rose one pitch. However, she had to continue her speech after taking a deep breath.
"I don't want to lose either you or Sangre in a stupid fight. Get this idea out of your minds!"
This was a matter turned into a blood feud; the only obstacle preventing the two warriors from attacking each other was Nafız. Although years passed since their first fight, the tension between the duo hadn't decreased; on the contrary, it had increased gradually every moment they breathed.
"As you wish, ma'am!"
Although storms were breaking inside him, Miloş knew how to restrain himself. Being the winner of the first fight also played a big part. He had nothing to do but prepare for this event, which was inevitable to happen, by persevering. He was reading these thoughts from the eyes of the orc who had been his rival for a long time too.
"Stop!"
Since they were engrossed in conversation, the duo inside the vehicle didn't understand how time passed. The sun had already risen to the top, and they had entered the borders of the ninth tribe. If not for the shouting of a group of orcs blocking the vehicle, they wouldn't even be aware of this.
"Quick, get out!"
After the vehicle stopped, a deep voice called out to them using the imperative mood. While the Elite Ten was ready to fight at any moment, Nafız was smiling with pleasure. This ritual was for her entertainment; it seemed this was the only reason for stopping when someone passed in front of the vehicle they were in.
"I said get out to you!"
"I'm coming, don't explode!"
The Blood God answered the guard, shouting even more harshly the second time, with a shrill tone. After signaling you sit to the remaining ones with her hand, she rushed out of the vehicle in one move.
"Who are you? Why are you within our tribe's borders?"
Same chat everywhere, thought Nafız! She had heard this question at least five times if she hadn't heard it at all. Due to the situation she couldn't change, the Blood God was extracting something to amuse herself by doing the most logical thing.
"We are coming from the Tribe to Tribe Orc Steppes program! We came to shoot a program where we will taste your local dishes!"
The guard was dumbfounded. He was falling into the rush of digesting things he heard for the first time in his life. A strange expression appeared on his face; this was exactly priceless for Nafız. In this journey set out for the final exams of selected warriors, these moments were the only time she relieved her boredom.
"Don't look at my face stupidly! On the menu, there is whole roasted orc, seated human. Lead the way and show the road!"
These words would be enough to take away the non-existent minds of the confused guards too. A moment later, they decided to do what they knew best.
"Attack!"