This event wasn't like this from the beginning. In the first moments, the other orcs wanted to attack the orc warrior with the spear, but when the two weapons clashed against each other, the truth of the matter came out. These orcs entering the battlefield of two people making piercing and stabbing attacks would be riddled with holes. Along with the heat of the struggle, the orc warrior and the handsome man were tearing apart whatever appeared before them.
Nafız had also smiled seeing the struggle between the duo. This war was the graduation exam of the Elite Ten; the higher degree they finished with, the better it would be for the future. While the Blood God scanned the entire battlefield, the man wandering with his upper body naked attracted her attention the most.
This type was like the neighborhood madman wandering naked summer and winter. He hadn't made much of a move after making a shoulder attack on number seven. Turning his bald head, shining like a mirror as the sun rays hit it, left and right, he was pacing the battlefield calmly as if walking in a park.
He had already revealed his true colors with the first attack he made. Judging by his tactlessness, he had no concern like getting injured. The first thing that came to Nafız's mind was that this person was using a body hardening technique.
These manners and movements were very familiar to her. Currently, there was someone else with the same attitudes within the ongoing war. Unlike the man wandering with his upper part naked, this person wore black armor from head to toe and was advancing towards him.
Shortly after, the bald man also noticed number two of the Elite Ten. When their eyes met, there would even be an electrification between them. This was something that could only be felt when you found the opponent you were looking for; while both of their steps accelerated, they were sending the intervening warrior orcs flying out of the way by swinging their hands.
Yes, this was literally sending them flying. Both were just swinging their arms and hitting the people appearing before them, but those taking the blow were taking off and landing at least five steps away. Finally, the two warriors were about to meet; speeding up thoroughly in the last few steps, they swung their two hands towards each other from above their heads.
"Boommm!"
A loud noise came out after the collision; dust on the ground was rising into the air. This situation had made it impossible for those looking from the outside to understand what was happening. Fortunately, this process wouldn't last long; a few breaths later, the final situation was revealed. Two warriors had locked their hands above their shoulder levels.
They were doing a strength test. Their aim was to bend the opponent's wrist with their strength and make him kneel before them. Although they were in this thought, a great opportunity had formed for the orc warriors around them to attack the black-armored enemy.
They headed towards their enemy whose movements were restricted and swung the axes in their hands savagely. They were very sure of themselves; they were using all their strength for these strikes. Their aim was to tear the orc with locked hands apart with a single blow.
As a result of this action, many joints and bones shattered, but none of these belonged to number two. The tribe's warriors thought the axes in their hands would stick, but their recoiling and the power they put into the attack returning to their bodies came as a complete surprise.
The half-naked man started laughing heartily because he was the only person in the vicinity understanding what happened. His guess was proving correct; his opponent, currently in a challenge smelling heavily of masculinity, was also a person progressing on the path of body hardening like him. While the axes coming to his body recoiled and perished their owners, the Second didn't move even a millimeter from his place. These blows couldn't have even as much effect as a mosquito bite on him.
Two forces standing on opposite sides of the battlefield had started to engage each other completely. Five thousand more of the twenty thousand orcs kept as reserve force were sent to the front; the Elite Ten and Gray Hyenas were fighting relentlessly.
In these moments, there was another person observing the battlefield like Nafız and Miloş. The gray-haired man, the leader of the team sent by the mercenary organization, wasn't actively participating in the war, and judging by the air he emitted, he wasn't even thinking about it.
This attitude, which he maintained unaware that there was a person disagreeing with him, would change when he saw the warrior walking with calm steps towards the front where fifteen thousand orcs stood behind him. A warrior in black, fixing his eyes completely on him, was walking through the crowded battlefield ignoring the thousands of orcs beside him.
The gray-haired man could make eye contact with this person, albeit from a distance. At that moment, his body would start trembling involuntarily. What he experienced wasn't something that should happen; he was someone who spent his years on battlefields, being affected to this degree by an enemy with a great distance between them was becoming an experience he hadn't had before.
With every step, his feelings intensified further, his trembling becoming visible to the eye. It was as if not an orc was coming towards him, but a wild creature that declared its kingdom in its own habitat. The danger he perceived couldn't be compared with the spirits leaping from the totem.
Currently, he seemed to be experiencing a King, standing inside the Deep Valley in the Lands of Light or the Death Craters of the Hell Realm, marching upon him as his lands were entered unauthorized.
Even if the gray-haired man was in astonishment due to the situation he fell into, before long, his warrior pride sharpened by surviving countless dangers kicked in. Closing his eyes, he drew a deep breath into his lungs, and adding the anxiety accumulated inside him to it, he blew his fear out.
While the leader of the Gray Hyenas was shaken, there was no need to even describe the orcs with him. Many were paralyzed with fear; some were running backward from where they were, shouting and screaming.
When the gray-haired man opened his closed eyes, he saw that the person leaving such an impact had already entered attack distance. This struggle was inevitable; shelving the thought of inspecting and directing his team, he started preparing himself.
"Miloş, I thought you would take the old man, but I guess number three set his sights on him. Look at the aura he emits? I think he intends to use one of the bloods I gave!"
Nafız was watching what happened from a dominant place. Occasionally she evaluated the situation with Miloş, thinking about bad scenarios that could occur.
"Ma'am, encountering enemies with higher caliber will broaden our warriors' horizons. They need to cope with people who won't die with their first blows too!"
This place was completely a field of honor! They might be unique among their kin, but were they sufficient to receive the title invincible among billions of living things in the world? On one hand, they were facing the enemy; on the other hand, they were catching opportunities to see their deficiencies.
The person learning the most important lesson was number one. At the very beginning of the war, succumbing to his fury, he had applied his technique. The young orc hadn't made a plus-minus calculation! Perhaps he thought the features making him number one were invincible.
Currently, this mistake of his was preventing five friends, including himself, from actively being in the war. This thought was gnawing at his brain. Although the enemy suffered great losses thanks to the thousand wild creature spirits he released, he could see through the creature he used to observe the surroundings that he did an illogical job.
He hadn't developed enough to test the limits of the totem, which was his greatest power and at the same time his fatal weakness, but he was also aware that he didn't have a stock that would run out anytime soon. Even if he wouldn't be able to use it, he had trapped many spirits inside beforehand, and currently, the only thought in his mind was to drive them onto the battlefield.
The feeling of failure he experienced was a very new emotion! Throughout his short life, he was always made to feel that he was invaluable enough to be priceless. He wouldn't believe even if he saw in his dream that arrows coming out of the bows of ordinary orc warriors could hurt him to this degree.
He was going one step back, his full-speed progress had stopped, but who could know that the delusion created by this would launch him to Master Level Third stage? They say to throw a strong punch, one must retreat a little first. What would happen in a moment would be in the quality of proof for this.
Although the thousand creatures leaping from his totem previously carried out a great slaughter, since they could take physical damage, they had come almost to the point of exhaustion. This situation was the most important factor instilling courage in the rebel tribe's orcs; almost all of them piled up on the left side, wanting to crush and pass a few warriors standing in front of them.
Without the danger of wild creatures whose existence disappeared, they had the chance to attack by escaping the attack ranges of the remaining three Elite Ten members. When thousands of orc warriors advancing step by step started to feel a tremor coming from under their feet, only number nine knew the reason for this.