The nine members of the Elite Ten receiving the order went on the attack rapidly. The rebels, whose last hopes had fallen through, were in astonishment.
After a while, they wanted to grab their weapons and fight back, but it was too late. The speech frightening them was creating the exact opposite effect on the warriors reaping them right now. A great killing intent shone in the eyes of every orc warrior in black; they were laying into the rebels like a gardener furiously plucking weeds growing in his garden.
All of them, including number one, used their techniques. There was no thought in their minds other than crushing and passing their enemies. While Miloş and Nafız turned their backs and moved away from the place where the great slaughter happened, their next stop was beside the duo fighting madly.
The scene they encountered upon arrival would be interesting; there was no trace of the old state of the young man having an eye-catching appearance with his platinum-colored hair and striking curls. Currently, half of his hair was gone, and there was a deep cut on his face. His previous calm and polite aura had disappeared, replaced by an expression overflowing with brutality stuck on his face.
His opponent was no less than him. A part of the piece covering the mouth part of his armor was shattered, and the most striking detail was his using his unique spear with only one hand now. Apparently, his dominant right hand was heavily wounded, and if he continued like this, he could come to a state where he could never use his limb again.
He was allowed to fight one-on-one as he wished, but he was in a position that couldn't be risked. Rather than raising such a warrior from scratch, intervening in the war now would be appropriate. While Nafız was in these thoughts, both warriors clashing their weapons rapidly were hurled back from the severity of the blow and fell to the ground.
"Enough, I am ending this fight here!"
The orc warrior in black, due to the situation he was in, stood up rapidly without understanding whom the words belonged to. A moment later, seeing her in front of him, he helplessly bowed to this request. It was a behavior expected by everyone; the real surprising thing was his enemy's words.
"You whore! Where did you find the courage to interfere in my war!"
The speech of the human warrior in a ruined state caused the three people beside him to look at each other stupidly. Was this man the person breaking from politeness at the beginning of the war? How could a person's attitude change to this degree?
While two questions echoed in minds, Nafız set about doing what she did best. Disappearing from sight in an instant, she ended up at the nape of the man insulting her.
"No swearing, my lion! No swearing!"
After a few words she whispered into his ear, she was in a state stepping with her foot on the head of the Gray Hyenas' handsome member whom she slammed face down on the ground.
"I will kill you, tear your corpse to pieces!"
The man turning his head to the side seemed to have no intention of shutting up. While Nafız's sole pressed on his face, he was listing his threats.
"Wow friend, how talkative you are!"
"Crackkkkk!"
The Blood God, applying power slightly to her foot, crushed the jaw of her enemy shouting foaming at the mouth. Although she showed great care not to break it, the sound produced was proof that the damage occurring wasn't small. Ignoring the struggling human warrior, they set about watching the Elite Ten kill the rebels. Meanwhile, Miloş was dealing with number six's wounds.
Everything ended just as evening darkness was about to fall. Nine warriors covered in blood were walking towards them. While the adrenaline created by the struggle lasting all day was depleting, their fatigue was evident from the looks of the orcs in black. The human warrior experiencing a great character change had also fainted long ago. Even maintaining his consciousness for a long time with so many wounds was a miracle.
"You all did a very good job today! Now you can return to the vehicle and rest. I'll handle here!"
These were exactly the things they wanted to hear; at the end of a tough struggle, they just wanted to faint in a corner. Nafız, sending the orc warriors away from her side along with Miloş, called Alis out by rubbing the tattoo on her arm gently.
A breath later, the tiny white rabbit appeared before her. After casting a glance at Nafız, with whom it was on good terms now, the spirit animal's attention would shift to another point. Alis was looking at the unconscious human warrior; its eye shining and leaping forward happened at the same time.
"Hop, this is not food!"
Nafız rushed immediately in front of the tiny white rabbit. She knew very well what the result would be if she was late.
"Don't sulk at me now! I know this is a very delicious person, but for this once, I decided it would be better for him to live!"
When these words reached it, Alis turned its head to the side as if tripping and made some growling noises from its mouth. It was understood that it didn't like the situation at all. After standing like this for a bit, it understood Nafız's decision was final; turning its back reluctantly, it proceeded towards the corpse heaps formed due to the war lasting all day.
The decision she made was a surprise for Nafız too. Since she was born in this world, the first person whose life she spared wasn't the man lying behind her right now. There were times she gave up killing before, but the move she made right now resembled none of them.
She had spared many people who would be useful to her, but all of them had a logical reason. No matter how much she forced herself, she couldn't base the reason for her current decision on solid ground. She had made her choice completely instinctively; it was as if a voice coming from inside her whispered this into her soul's ear.
"Anyway, no need to obsess over it too much! Most likely we won't see each other again anyway!"
After talking to herself, sitting on the blood-soaked ground, she waited for Alis to finish its job. When morning came, they were leaving the tribe turned into ruins with the vehicle they came in. Only a man lying on the ground and the long thin sword they left beside him remained behind them.
Complete silence prevailed inside the vehicle on the return way. The primary reason for this was that each of the orcs, who were of one mind while setting out on the mission, was in different emotions. Killing rebels and passing the final exam by subduing the enemy, this was their starting point.
Their focus didn't change much until they reached the last rebel tribe, but whatever happened happened there.
Due to encountering talented human warriors, they gained their first important experiences. Now they were all busy digesting this; the person in real astonishment was Miloş. He was thinking about the reason for the choice his owner, whom he had known for about four years, made; his aim was to find a logical explanation.
If there was an enemy useless to her, the Blood God would kill without batting an eye. He had witnessed this event or received news of it many times. If the enemy was a person she appreciated, she would snatch him and add him to her ranks. The same had happened in his case.
This time she neither killed nor claimed the young man. She just applied treatment enough to heal his wounds and abandoned him to his fate. It wasn't a move fitting her at all; although he still saw the orc he knew when looking out of the corner of his eye, what he witnessed pushed him to think a completely different person lived inside.
The journey was ending in one-third of the time it took when they reached the last tribe. They returned to the place they left twenty day-cycles ago. Thanks to the prisoner vehicles they dragged behind them, everyone living inside the Arid Region Tribe Alyon used as a base knew what happened.
They celebrated their return by organizing a great feast. The success of these hero members of the new generation caused an uncontrollable wave of excitement to stir up the tribe. When everything was over, while the Elite Ten was busy licking their wounds retreating to their corner, the big shots were holding a meeting in another part of the tribe.
"Nafız, I hope you didn't get too bored throughout the journey. We were all very afraid you would come back and explode on us!"
Alyon was speaking grinning nastily; he was very happy with the results of the job he dumped on his friend.
"It didn't pass too badly actually! We can even say I came out quite profitable in some aspects!"
Nafız, aware that this question was directed to make her angry, responded with a counter answer. She wasn't considered wrong; throughout the journey, she had gotten quite close with her spirit animal and received great help regarding its feeding.
She could feel Alis getting stronger compared to when they first met. After all, the tiny white rabbit was an entity connected to her. This development would also increase her total power. They didn't have extensive knowledge about spirit animals; every progress counted as a big step.