"Kitapkurdu, is there any new development regarding weapons?"
Speaking turning to her student, the Blood God was asking for information about the work they carried out together with Karsak city.
"Unfortunately no! The limit of weapons we can make with local mines is three shots within a day-cycle. City administrators say they can increase this figure to double-digit numbers with materials to be procured from different continents, but we cannot take this risk. This move of the Orc Steppes, which has never imported mines throughout its history, could gather everyone's attention on us!"
Kitapkurdu was speaking logically. They could dominate two regions, but they weren't fully prepared yet against dangers that would come from outside the continent.
"Is that so! What can we do; we will have to make an attack plan accordingly. Son-in-law, what is the latest status of the armies? Don't always tell your father-in-law; come and talk to me a bit too!"
Çekiçdöven was becoming embarrassed after these words; it was quite normal for him to be more intimate with his wife's father. Besides, who would want to stand close to a monster whose actions were unpredictable?
"Ma'am, as a result of our officers trained in the academy graduating, our efforts to settle the order of our army have come to the final point. Along with the weapons to be delivered, we will become ready for the final war within six moon cycles!"
"How is our total warrior count?"
"Qualified ones are over three hundred thousand. If we count orcs working in mines too, we are approaching half a million!"
Numbers pleased Nafız. At least this time they wouldn't have to fight within a very large numerical handicap. Moreover, there were Ice and fire beads too; these objects were more than enough for them to gain move advantage.
"You have three moon cycles time; you will bring your warriors to a state capable of going on a great campaign. Kitapkurdu, I want to see the new weapons as soon as possible. Contact Karsak!"
While the Blood God was raining orders around, this state of hers attracted Alyon's attention.
"Nafız, what is this rush of yours? Did something we don't know happen during your journey?"
"Siyahayı carried the business of getting help from outside the continent to serious dimensions. In the last tribe, we had to fight with a combat team sent by the Gray Hyenas!"
The prisoner collection team had returned without stopping by the last tribe because they were given the news that no one living remained. The facial expressions of Alyon and his staff hearing the new news changed dramatically. Although Siyahayı had resorted to this way once before, no one thought he would make a habit of it.
"Now that his last effort also went to waste, he will focus completely on defending himself. We cannot know what awaits us when we stand before him. Therefore, the sooner we set off, the fewer surprises we encounter!"
Nafız was right in her words blowing cold winds inside the tent. In a large tent located in the Main Orc Tribe, Siyahayı also had some guests.
"Thank you very much for answering my call, my friends. It makes me exceedingly happy that we will unite against our common enemy!"
There were two people sitting diagonally on the right and left of the Orc Lord standing in the seat of honor in his tent. Their long robes were completed with wide hoods; their faces were not visible, but judging by the energy they emitted, they were not ordinary people.
The outfit on the one remaining on the right side was dark gray; although it looked quite worn out, there was not the slightest residue of dirt and dust on it. On the left side, there was someone whose khaki-colored armor was visible from inside his black robe; a subtle killing intent was leaking from him.
It was very clear that he didn't do this consciously. It appeared that this was the extreme point where this person could restrain himself. Even in this state, the manifestation of blood he spilled with his hands was enough to make those looking at him shiver coldly.
This trio talked until morning. Likewise, the meeting in Alyon's tent was also dragging on. Parties knew the inevitable was approaching; it was time for the boil swelling for four years to burst. Countdown had started for the event where one side would be wiped off the face of the earth.
Three months where pre-campaign preparations would be made passed relatively calmly. Tribe chieftains held meetings and discussed how they would participate in the formation of the army. Alyon and Nafız's plan was to form two corps and besiege the enemy from different fronts. For this purpose, while one army entered from the Arid Region, the other would come from the Glacial Region. Even in this way, they couldn't besiege the Wild Swamp side of the Main Orc Tribe. It would be an illogical decision to dispatch soldiers to a place with the possibility of being attacked from behind at any moment.
While Alyon was at the head of armies advancing via the Arid Region, the army led by Çekiçdöven would come from the Glacial Region. This move was also a gesture made to him; he would be the commander of the attack to be made from the lands where he was born and raised.
Just when a moon cycle remained for the great attack according to Nafız's calendar, the Tribe had surprise guests; the Main Orc Tribe had sent a delegation to hold talks. This meeting didn't resemble what they did with the group coming when they captured the Arid Region tribe at all.
Whether because of what they saw while coming from the tribe entrance to the chief's tent or because they received orders this way from the beginning, the members of the delegation arriving quite respectfully were like cats that ate the canary. They constantly sought ways of reconciliation by backing down. Striving to hoodwink with various gifts they presented, they left the tribe rapidly after spending the day.
Alyon and Nafız didn't participate in the talks. Kitapkurdu was present to handle this job in their stead. The Elite Ten wasn't around either; information and formations likely to leak to the enemy were kept as a secret.
"So, what did the slackers in the morning tell?"
When evening came, a small summit was held to share the details of the meeting with the tribe's notables. Nafız was the most impatient among the few orcs.
"Ma'am, those coming didn't make a request. They just respectfully explained the damage the war environment would cause to both fronts. There was an unnecessary politeness on them; briefly, they said they could give all privileges we want!"
Those inside the tent turned to the person whose opinion they wondered most after what they heard, namely Nafız, and found her fixing her eye on a point thoughtfully.
"They are up to something; it's good that we sped things up. Showing more humility than necessary against the enemy has only one meaning, and that is they need time to complete their preparations!"
"Son-in-law, we are setting off on campaign within ten days. May our holy war be blessed!"
Although no one understood anything from Nafız's last words, their insides filled with excitement. Only one last step remained to reach the end of the road they walked with perseverance for four years.
A day later, Çekiçdöven set off to cross over the Cursed Lake at the head of his warriors, the majority of whom belonged to the former Glacial Region Tribe. Their road would be longer compared to the other army. They had wanted to accommodate in the place where their old tribes were located; they aimed to prepare spiritually.
While five days passed since the delegation coming from the Main Orc Tribe left, troops sent by Parthenia Trade City for war arrived at the tribe. In the evening times of the same day, Nikonya forces would also come; warriors of two cities with whom they shared a destiny would have joined the main army.
Three noble families of Parthenia had entered a path the moment they decided to overthrow the old city lord. The great war to be experienced would draw not only Alyon and his warriors' but also their fate.
In case of defeat, their families would be massacred down to the last member, their names erased even from history. This was the most important reason for them sending all the force they had for help. Nikonya Lord Deputy Gulag had also sent his soldiers with almost the same thoughts.
Since Nafız and Alyon came to their city and turned everything around, the public was peaceful, and he was happier than ever in the face of this situation. If situations returned to their old state, it wouldn't take very long for the game they played to be noticed; therefore, he was fully behind Alyon and his warriors.
When the news that the enemy accelerated preparations fell like lightning on the Main Orc Tribe, the orc with a huge bear pelt on him was looking at the messenger with eyes practically flashing lightning.
"Damn them! I sent the delegation so they would get complacent and slow down; on the contrary, they started to hurry even more!"
Siyahayı was about to go mad with anger; he needed to wait a little more for the help to come from the outside world.
"My Lord, I have good news for you!"