After looking at her team whose desire for war had hit the ceiling, Nafız slowly got out of the vehicle. Miloş and the Elite Ten members were also following suit; even the first three, who had acted indifferently until today, were ready for action.
"Invaders, I give you one last chance. Leave my lands immediately!"
The person shouting with a trembling voice was the tribe chieftain. The unease created by storms inside him had permeated every letter of this sentence.
"What a coincidence, I am here for the same reason! Our only difference is I won't leave any of you alive!"
As soon as Nafız finished speaking, a laugh rose from within the crowded heaps of orcs. While the sound approached slowly, a stunner of a woman was emerging from among the ugly warriors.
"Your breath stinks from here, you smelly orc! How will you do what you said; show me too!"
This beauty, who would burn many hearts among humans with her beauty, was like a god among the orcs surrounding her on four sides. No one from the army of thirty thousand people could object to the insults she hurled at their kin. Currently, they were just watching the woman staring forward arrogantly with their mouths open like lovestruck fools.
"Look at this hussy! Since you are this curious, girl, you must have seen what you were going to see long ago. Now cut the empty talk and call the losers here with you forward, let's see!"
The beautiful woman's eyes scanning her enemies with a noble air opened wide in an instant. The answer to her remark had come back tenfold. Just as she was eager to respond, a hand touched her shoulder; when she turned her head angrily, the enraged beauty would see the gray-haired man.
"Ellen, we will handle our business and go! You don't need to engage with low-level entities!"
The leader spoke. The words of this man, who wasn't very interventionist in normal times, carried certainty when face to face with the enemy. Nafız, after seeing all humans revealed, continued speaking shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Aha, her pimp has arrived too! How angry he got at his capital for bargaining instead of him?"
After these words making the battlefield groan, the solemn man raised a single eyebrow, and it was clearly understood from his gaze that he was astonished. Although there was quite a distance between them, the man, whose huge Adam's apple swelling as he swallowed angrily was visible, tried to calm down by throwing his hair falling on his face back with his hand. It was understood that getting into a verbal fight with this orc would be against them because they had heard many laughing sounds from where they stood just a moment ago.
"You are here under the name of Gray Hyenas Organization! Finish your job cleanly and quickly!"
There were five people where he called out. Beside the young lad with white hair stood a middle-aged man with a bald head and naked upper body. While the monument of beauty moving to the end of the row puffed while sulking, her same-sex counterpart right next to her was grinning slyly.
"How lucky you are, Ellen. Now the whole tribe knows your name! From now on, you will be in friendlier relations!"
Just as Ellen was beautiful, the person picking on her with biting remarks was equally ugly. She had such a repulsive face that those seeing the two side by side would say 'if this is a woman, what is the one next to her'. Tension was escalating rapidly; an invisible electric arc even formed in the air. Just at this moment, the person who could be called the apple of the team's eye intervened.
"Ladies, please maintain your calm! These attitudes do not suit noble and beautiful warriors like you!"
This person, saving his thick hair from falling onto his face with a band, had curls beautiful enough to make any woman claiming to be beautiful swoon. His platinum white hair danced in harmony with his every mimic, creating a desire to submit helplessly in those looking at him.
"You are right, my bright boy, but these neighborhood hags don't understand such delicacy!"
Although conversations were not held with a loud tone of voice, Nafız was hearing them all. she would use this opportunity to disturb the enemy ranks starting to calm down.
"Little lady, please do not be so rude!"
When the man turned out to be a complete gentleman, this situation would be a big surprise for Nafız. After scanning the handsome warrior briefly, she shouted again.
"You are a man, but it will be a pity for you, pretty boy! Come listen to me, leave the battlefield now!"
This was an unexpected offer. The Blood God was opening an exit route for this man proving he could maintain his politeness under all conditions.
"Thanks for your offer, but what kind of gentleman can run away leaving the women beside him?"
Nafız just smiled upon the answer she received; she was expecting this to happen anyway.
"What can we do? Say the good die young again!"
When the remote conversation phase ended, five of the Gray Hyenas drew their weapons. Their superiors hadn't sent them here for nothing. They were in an important position within their organizations; in parallel with this, the equipment they used also had a quality above normal.
Matte red gloves appeared in the hands of the hulking man wandering half-naked. When he formed a fist, the parts remaining over the knuckles emitted a slight glow. The weapon of the salon gentleman remaining on his immediate right also emitted a noble air like himself. The body of the sword, whose hilt covered his hand with a shield, was thin and long. When Nafız first saw the weapon, fencing competitions came to her mind.
The women looking at each other with jealousy were also ready to attack like their friends. While the beautiful and attractive one had a pink umbrella in her hand, the other had claws with four sharp and pointed tips she wore on both hands.
The gray-haired man, the leader of the support team sent by the Gray Hyenas Organization, didn't seem like he would make his move yet. He had left priority to young tigers. Observing what happened for a while and creating a strategy accordingly was his usual habit; he knew very well himself that he was still alive because he did this job properly.
"You! Get your warriors ready; you will go on the attack with my order!"
The tribe chieftain, deceived by the promise of power and luxury life, couldn't raise his voice against the middle-aged man treating him like ordinary trash. He ran rapidly to his assistants to do whatever he said. The man dreaming of becoming a lord in his tribe was now running so fast his heels were hitting his butt.
While enemy ranks made their final preparations, Nafız had a completely different trouble. She couldn't take her eyes off the gentleman man and the stunner of a woman. It wasn't possible to understand what she was thinking; her facial expression was constantly changing very rapidly.
"Miloş, we made a mistake. We came all this way without ever calculating that such enemies could appear before us!"
The Elite Ten turned to the Blood God with eyes unable to believe what they heard. Although they hadn't known her for a very long time, they heard such words from her mouth for the first time. If the elite warriors under her command were astonished, Miloş was surprised at least ten times more than them. Such words were not the style of this crazy female orc he had known for almost four years at all.
"Ma'am, what is happening?"
While Miloş looked at her popping his eyes out as if seeing a ghoul, Nafız was thinking with her hand on her chin. After standing like this for a while, she sighed and then started speaking.
"Look at our state? The enemy has two monuments of beauty; we are like junkies wiping windshields at Mecidiyeköy lights!"
The Elite Ten, in a state of abandonment for a while, were now losing themselves. They were looking at the Blood God helplessly.
"At least if we had taken Jashua with us, he would have increased the team's score. I swear I got very annoyed now!"
Miloş, with questions like does the enemy have a secret trump card, what kind of trap did she see that we couldn't see wandering in his mind, was completely helpless. Who could know that on the eve of a life-or-death battle, Nafız would obsess over such a subject.
"Anyway, what's done is done! The only thing we can do is find a simple solution to the problem by eliminating them!"
The Elite Ten members hadn't lived for a very long time, but they had listened to quite a few motivational speeches during their training before. It was unknown whether they would be able to hear words like the ones they listened to today later, but it was a fact that they had already turned into cubes of ambition.
"Charge!"