"My warriors, I have one last request from you! Keep your eyes peeled and watch how your kin destroy the human warriors!"
They had received orders from their chieftain many times, and he had never adopted a pleading attitude as he did now. Moreover, the human warriors had become more aggressive since coming to the tribe, making life miserable for them.
"We made a big mistake and aimed for places impossible for us to reach. Now let's see with our own eyes what our imagined selves could be like at least!"
He had thought of these words, which would create a cold shower effect on his tribe's warriors, while looking at the beautiful woman's severed head. During this time, he asked himself only one question; what were the thoughts in his mind while rebelling?
He would have his own tribe, become the sole ruler there, choke those extending their hands by protecting what was his against all kinds of threats. The proud air emitted by the two leaders in the Orc Assembly had made him believe he carried some virtues he didn't have. The miracle created by Nafız and Alyon, achieving what hadn't been done for a hundred years, had perhaps made him think these jobs were simpler than he thought.
Today he saw that things weren't as they seemed; only orcs who believed and didn't refrain from any sacrifice for their purpose would be successful on this path. What kind of negligence was dreaming of glory and honor without being kneaded with blood and tears, trusting people claiming to stand behind you?
Orc warriors, possessing only thoughts of killing and not dying with the excitement given by war, would look at the ongoing wars with different eyes after what they heard. Currently, their kin in jet-black armor were not their enemies but orc warriors punishing humans deeming the most despicable treatment proper for them and their chieftains.
This retreat brought another opportunity to the Elite Ten; numbers eight, ten, and five were already advancing towards where the gray-haired leader was. They had also seen number six's caprice and reached a consensus to take down the only target remaining free on the battlefield.
The leader of the Gray Hyenas, getting thoroughly tired, was also aware of the arrival of support forces; when he had no place left to retreat, he had to play his last trump card. Reaching his hand into the small bag at his waist, he grabbed objects he hid for emergencies. These were weapons causing temporary blindness by creating a light flash in an area of twenty steps diameter when they exploded.
The effect they created was enormous; when used appropriately, the opponent had no chance to react. The gray-haired man waited for the enemies to enter the area of effect; otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for him to escape.
As every attack had an opening, the weapons in his hand also had a great weakness. An enemy experiencing what they could do wouldn't fall into the same trap a second time. The gray-haired man allowed the trio coming for support to approach up to ten steps to him and waited for his enemies until they came halfway into the attack range. He couldn't waste his last chance.
When the moment he expected came, he didn't hesitate at all. While hitting the cube-shaped objects he held tightly rapidly on the ground, he closed his eyes tightly. A moment later, he had already taken his position to turn his back and flee.
This weapon wasn't the middle-aged man's only assurance; the boots on his feet were also special. Although they looked unpretentious and old from the outside, the leader of the Gray Hyenas had buried most of the money he earned into this equipment.
The boots allowed the user to reach high speeds. They were among those giving the greatest support in terms of speed among equipment that could be bought with money. By increasing the wearer's normal speed up to one and a half times, they could make him untouchable for a while.
While the effect of exploding flash cubes continued, he started fleeing using his precious boots. In the moments when his legs worked like a machine, his two friends he left behind didn't even cross his mind.
Four members of the Elite Ten, losing their sight abilities as a result of the surprise attack, were in a confused state. Since they were under the danger of harming each other, they took the most basic defense position and waited for the effect on them to pass.
"Ma'am, I am neutralizing the enemy immediately!"
The situation his warriors fell into made Miloş speak in shame. His head was bowed right now.
"Don't lose heart immediately, Mr. Miloş. Besides being their final exam, this struggle was their first experience against a real warrior. Just like people who will clash head-on with them, there will also be those appearing before them with various tricks. It was an event they had to experience, and they experienced it, that's all!"
"Ma'am, I understand you, but the enemy leader is moving away rapidly. If I use the equipment I received from the reward dungeon, I can be on top of him in a short time, but if I wait a little, I fear we will be too late!"
Miloş wasn't considered wrong. They were already at a point far from the battlefield, and the gray-haired man was starting to flee from the place furthest from them.
"Calm down! I guess there are some people who can handle this job for us!"
While Nafız's speech continued, Miloş saw an arrow proceeding towards the man fleeing at high speed. The first name coming to his mind was number ten. Obviously, the archer orc acted cautiously and managed to close his eyes in time, thought the commander of the Elite Ten.
When he found him with his eyes, he saw that what he first thought was wrong. Number ten had collapsed on one knee, still standing in a defensive position. Miloş thought of all remaining possibilities in a breath's time and still couldn't find by whom the arrow was shot.
Meanwhile, the arrow in the air advanced rapidly, reached its target, and entered the right calf of the gray-haired man fleeing practically as if flying. After the blow he received, the gray-haired man was shaken violently. However, this wasn't enough to stop him; giving his weight to his other leg, he took action again.
Of course, he wasn't the only person knowing that one arrow wouldn't be enough to stop him. Another one was rising from where the first arrow came. Miloş also found the owner of the shot. Even if he looked disbelieving what he saw, nothing would change; when the rebel tribe's chieftain lowered the bow in his hand to the side, they made eye contact.
When the second arrow stuck into the fleeing man's intact leg, his warriors waiting behind their chieftain also shouted in unison. The battlefield groaned. This wasn't just any shouting; the happiness of putting this human, who disregarded them for a while, in his place was hidden inside it.
"Blood God Nafız! I beg you, leave the job of taking this human's life to me!"
The person shouting with plenty of shame and a bit of excitement in his voice was the last rebel tribe's chieftain. He was looking with pleading eyes at Nafız, scanning him with proud looks, to give him permission.
"Didn't your mind come to its senses a bit late?"
Nafız answered the tribe chieftain calling out to her by rolling her eyes.
"Ma'am, my mistake is great, and unfortunately, I just realized it. I consent to all punishments you will give, but please let me kill the human humiliating our tribe at every opportunity!"
When the tribe chieftain's form of address changed from invaders to ma'am at the speed of light, the Blood God's lips curled upwards involuntarily. When looked from the outside, this movement would be seen as a smile, but only Nafız knew the bitter taste this left in her mouth.
The name of this movement was plain spinelessness. The person wanting to kill them when the sun was at its highest felt obliged to ask permission from her for an action he would take while evening winds started to blow.
"I will accept this as your last request! I give you permission to save the honor of your warriors who died because of your stupidity!"