As a result, one more person was missing from the Gray Hyenas, who could be counted as the enemy's main power. This news creating joy on the Elite Ten front would be enough to make the gray-haired leader enraged.
"Stupid orc, direct your warriors to this flank quickly! Do you want to watch us all die?"
While he had his half-transformed opponent in front of him, the leader of the Gray Hyenas couldn't speak much. Even this single sentence resulted in a scratch on his stomach. At another time, this wound would seem like a mosquito bite to him. For someone who spent his years on the battlefield, experiencing such things had become a part of daily life, but this time the situation was different.
The creature the third used to transform was very special. Blood wasn't flowing from the wounds opened by the lava lizard; instead, this region was being scorched along with a smoldering fire.
Currently, there were a total of five wounds on the gray-haired man's body, and from the moment they opened, they were constantly producing heat painfully and burning the tissue around them.
The middle-aged man's body temperature was constantly rising. The results this brought would be his movement speed decreasing moment by moment and his breathing becoming difficult. The reason he broke his arrogant stance and asked for help from the rebel tribe was actually the situation he was in. He was planning to create a great chaos and escape.
The gray-haired man was checking out the person he directed his call to out of the corner of his eye. While struggling with the claws of the lava lizard, it wasn't possible for him to do more. What he saw wouldn't please him at all; the tribe chieftain who would give the attack order didn't seem himself. He had practically turned into an idol while looking at the severed head rolled in front of him a while ago. He was neither speaking nor moving.
While commanders and chiefs surrounding him watched him, after a while, he suddenly lifted his head and directed his gaze to the battlefield. He observed the war continuing on four fronts and the ugly woman lying on the ground inside out. Then his eyes turned to the duo who hadn't moved an inch from where they were since the beginning of the struggle; he watched Nafız and Miloş's proud stances.
"All warriors, retreat!"
The tribe chieftain gave his first order today and shouted once more amidst the surprised looks of the orcs beside him.
"All warriors, retreat!"
Upon this situation, the tribe's war chief hastily jumped in.
"My Chieftain, are you sure?"
This wasn't the real character of the person who remained passive by constantly backing down against the Gray Hyenas. He ruled the orcs in his tribe with an iron fist; therefore, while asking the question, the war chief's voice trembled like a sail in windy weather.
"Chieftain; none of you can know how proud a person feels when addressed this way. It is not even possible for me to describe with words, but look at my state? Do I look like someone who can carry such a big title?"
The Tribe Chieftain's subordinates were dumbfounded in the face of what they heard. If these words hadn't come out of his mouth, they wouldn't hesitate even for a moment to take the head of the person saying them.
"While I can't even give the attack order to my own warriors, what chieftainship will I do? At least enforce this order of mine to protect our remaining honor!"
The rebel tribe's chieftain's voice was coming out in a low pitch, but its effect was like a dry frost cutting one's face on a sunny winter day. The throats of those receiving the order knotted; in the first moments, let alone speaking, they couldn't even breathe properly.
"Convey the retreat order to all warriors!"
Finally, the tribe's war chief spoke. While telling his subordinates what they needed to do, signs of a newly gained enlightenment could be sensed in his eyes.
Although the orc warriors, remaining only half of their initial numbers, were a bit bewildered when they received the news conveyed to them, they started running back rapidly. They were like a fatty piece of meat thrown into a mincer. They were being crushed, torn to shreds by the gears consisting of the Elite Ten.
What happened made the gray-haired man feel a heavy weight on his chest. Since the chaotic environment he pinned his hopes on wouldn't form, catching the opportunity needed for him to escape seemed difficult.
"Damn you all! You will do whatever I tell you; go on the attack immediately!"
The leader of the Gray Hyenas shouted with his head on the line. He had made this move risking another wound opening on his leg.
"Shut your mouth, human! This is the Orc Steppes; who do you think you are giving orders to!"
The tribe chieftain answered the middle-aged man calling out to him accompanied by insults with his head held high and eyes flashing. His dramatic state had dispersed; he was practically shouting with an attitude looking down on himself.
"Put the returning warriors in order! Until everything is over, we will stand here and watch!"
He spoke after furiously sticking the axe he took from his back into the ground. His movement would be seen as proof that he wouldn't compromise his order. Number four, seven, and nine, relentlessly killing their kin, were watching the events where they stood, and enemy warriors flocking ceaselessly onto them were running back one after another.
For a while, they remained unresponsive to see if this was a deception. When they saw orcs separating and leaving their human enemies alone, a lightning flashed in their heads.
"Let's handle the one with the sword first; forward!"
Number four, who was higher in rank, told his two friends beside him their next targets. As a war principle, they were destroying weak links first. They moved rapidly towards where the sixth was fighting. A large dust cloud was forming behind them due to the seventh's two heavy whips dragging on the ground while running.
"Stop!"
They had just arrived at the place they wanted to reach when their ears were shaken by vibrations produced by a booming voice.
"No one will interfere in my war; go and find yourselves another target!"
The orc warrior in black was speaking leaning on his unique spear. His words were short and clear; he couldn't speak long due to being out of breath. He was just looking into his friends' eyes. He had made his decision and was very serious about this. In his short life, he hadn't enjoyed any fight this much. Blood was flowing like a waterfall inside his veins; he was risking everything for this to last a little longer.
"We are going; follow me!"
Number four understood what was happening. His friend was right in the middle of a priceless experience; even if the result was death, he couldn't deprive him of this pleasure. When he looked at the remaining two battlefields, there was no difference in terms of risk; he deemed it appropriate to go to his physical friend's side only thinking he might be tired.
He wasn't considered wrong in his thoughts. The resistances of the two warriors clashing fist to fist since the beginning of the war were dropping. Although they tried not to show it to people on the battlefield, their stamina remained half of the initial amount.
Since the movements of the two physical warriors didn't have to comply with an order, their routes became chaotic when they fought. While they fought like crazy within a large area, three members of the Elite Ten came calmly and took them inside a triangle.
While all these were happening, the warriors of the rebel tribe were also waiting for the orders their commander who returned to their ranks would give. Throughout the return, only two options would come to their minds: either they would reorganize and go on the attack all at once, or they would flee at full speed towards the Main Orc Tribe direction while humans distracted the enemy.
The tribe chieftain could also guess what his warriors were thinking. When he stepped forward to end this uncertainty, the expression of pride wiped from his face for a while seemed to have returned.