Nafız squeezed many expressions into a single sentence. While emphasizing the wrongness of rebelling, she stressed that she granted this privilege only for the kin they had to shed their blood in war.
The first message was to the tribe chief and his surviving warriors. The Blood God wanted to hit their mistakes in their faces at every opportunity. The second address was the Elite Ten. Although she told them repeatedly that they came here to kill everyone, she now had to explain the reason for the kindness she showed to the enemy.
She was doing it not because she feared their reactions but because she valued them. These ten people were the strongest among the orcs who would form the future generation; it was necessary to make them feel they were valued.
The tribe chieftain who received his permission had no business with these calculations. He drew his bow towards the gray-haired man trying to crawl away and released another arrow. The third shot hit his hip bone. The tribe chieftain's aim was to leave his enemy completely immobile. After guaranteeing he couldn't escape, he moved rapidly towards where the gray-haired man was.
When he came to the head of the person he would kill, he saw the mercenary moaning in pain. There was no trace of that proud, conceited state. He was like a cockroach turned upside down; stepping on him was enough for him to die.
The orc, unable to suppress his impulses any longer, did exactly this. He brought his foot, which he raised furiously, down on the head of his enemy writhing on the ground. When blood splashed up to the chieftain's face from the severity of the blow, no single piece of structure remained on the gray-haired man's shoulder. The hair on the nape skin hanging from his neck was also dyed crimson. Although his head hadn't turned into a complete puzzle, the number of pieces formed with the strike was more than the fingers of two hands.
The tribe's boss felt a piece breaking off inside him. Although he killed many living things before, he was experiencing this feeling for the first time. Even if he didn't know, what he felt was the pleasure of destroying a human, coded into his subconscious as a species superior to him.
Fundamentally, his submission to this species wasn't entirely his fault. All orcs born since the event a hundred years ago had the same troubled situation. One of their ancestors had submitted, and this curse wasn't leaving them alone genetically.
"I wouldn't grieve even if I died now!"
Flowers were blooming on the face of the chieftain slowly returning to his tribe after trampling the corpse of the Gray Hyenas' dead leader with the sole of his foot. He returned to his place amidst the surprised looks of his warriors and puffed out his chest proudly knowing his end.
Even though he wasn't aware, he was becoming famous while going out. Thanks to the spell on the Gray Hyenas' leader, his last moments were being recorded in a place his superiors could see. When these moments were watched later, the strike crushing his enemy's head to dust and his face would be watched in all their glory.
Meanwhile, the eight members of the Elite Ten hadn't been idle; they had surrounded the man fighting with half his body naked. The future of orcs stood before the human warrior whose strength was depleting moment by moment. Although he had no chance, the physical warrior didn't stop fighting until the end.
He didn't try to flee, didn't drop everything and beg for his life. Whatever he needed to do when the day started, he struggled to realize it until the end. And he received the reward for this with a clean death. The eight warriors of the Elite Ten, tiring him until he had no strength to move a finger, didn't leave a visible mark on him.
When his end came, only his first opponent, number two, stood by him. The orc warrior in black bent down gently, leaning his chest on the enemy's back and taking his head between his two arms.
The physical human warrior had no strength left; he couldn't resist his enemy. As a result of arms as thick as a normal tree squeezing his throat, he died unable to breathe. The second was very careful; he neither crushed his throat nor left a visible mark. His enemy's body was in the state it was when their wars started, unstained and noble.
This was the reward for fighting without compromising himself until the end. The movement of the warriors under her command pleased Nafız very much too. Compared to the orc tribe chieftain spinning like a whirligig, the human warrior dying standing tall possessed a much higher rank in her eyes.
While the struggle of the last surviving warrior from the five-person group of Gray Hyenas continued, Miloş and the Blood God started advancing towards the rebel tribe with slow steps. These were the duo's first steps since the events started; there was the pride of the success their warriors achieved on their faces.
On the rebel tribe front, a great wind of uneasiness was blowing. They were also aware they had gone too far to be forgiven, but they didn't hold back from keeping a crumb of hope alive inside them.
"Leave these two crazies to themselves! Everyone follow us!"
The person giving the order was Miloş. After casting a glance at the struggle of the gentleman man with the long sword and his warrior in black, he called out to the remaining members of the Elite Ten. Number one, renewing his spirit power by resting during the passed time, was also in this team. Nine people, with their leader in front and Nafız beside him, aimed to descend like a nightmare on the rebel tribe's warriors waiting on the side. The fear filling the hearts of more than ten thousand orcs was no joke. Death had practically risen to its feet and was currently coming towards them.
"Ma'am, if I may, I would like to speak!"
While the tribe chieftain, whose senses were partially paralyzed, wanted to step forward and speak, he looked as if he was about to lose consciousness.
"Speak, let's see; I wonder what you will hatch this time?"
After the human warrior dying protecting his honor, Nafız's attitude towards the orcs looking at her with pleading eyes hardened even more. Her movements, previously maintained in a mocking tone, changed; every word coming out of her mouth was creating the effect of a sharp knife.
This change experienced created a desire to kneel and beg in the tribe chieftain barely standing. The orc, who couldn't be approached due to his arrogance, currently had his forehead on the ground and was speaking while tears trickled from his eyes.
"Ma'am, we realized, albeit late, that we made an unforgivable mistake. We consent to all kinds of punishments you will give, but taking refuge in your sublimity, I beg you, please spare our lives!"
"So you want me to spare your lives! I must admit you turned out more shameless than I thought!"
Nafız was about to lose her temper. Not a sound came from the orcs she spoke to full of hatred.
"Tell me, what can I do other than killing you?"
When she called out to the chieftain trying to dig the ground with his head, she poked him with her foot, ensuring he pulled himself together.
"Ma'am, I know you sent the tribes before us to work in mines as punishment. We are willing to work twice their time!"
These words made the Blood God laugh heartily. She was laughing in such a shrill tone that blood started flowing from some rebels' ears.
"Look, what I will tell you now. All of you open your ears wide and listen to me!"
The rebel tribe's warriors were on edge. Obeying the call made to them, they gathered all their attention to hear what was said.
"Those before you didn't leave their tribes and flee. They either fought or consented to their punishments by surrendering. What did you do? Leaving the land you adopted as home, you united here and embarked on war preparations!"
Due to the silence of the environment, the Elite Ten members had come to hear their own breathing.
"This wasn't enough; you appeared before us under the command of human warriors. While rebelling against your kin, you bowed down in front of three or five miserable creatures!"
As she spoke, the veins on Nafız's temples were swelling. She was shaking her head covering one side of her face with her hand out of anger.
"Where do you get the idea that I can mix pests like you into my orcs working in mines, loyal to their tribe and lineage?"
The Blood God was shouting thoroughly. Thousands of warriors opposite her cowered, trembling with fear.
"Now the only duty you will do is to serve as mortar for the columns that will be the foundation of the new orc race by fighting until you die!"
"Kill!"