"If you take one more step, you die!"
The messenger, who had received the orders to be transmitted, was about to rush out of the tent when he was nailed to the spot by the words ringing in his ears. How could he not stop; the one speaking was the young warrior Alano, standing like an unshakable mountain in a corner, busy only with his meditation.
"If it is heard that a single orc causes this much trouble where I am, how can I look at the faces of my clan members?"
"You may have earned your entire lives by running away, but if your name is branded as a coward once on the Hell Realm, you cannot cleanse it until you die!"
"Now I will go and finish off that wretch; you act like men and fulfill the duty falling upon you already!"
After the words coming down like a hammer wanting to drive a nail into their heads, the Grey Hyena commanders felt a breeze inside the closed tent. Alano was no longer in his place; the flaps of the leather door swinging with fury were announcing that he had already gone out.
This small wind blowing in the command center of the siege army was enough to stir up the emotions of those inside. The nerves of the commanders, who were scolded by a kid half their age, were heightened, and they felt humiliated.
However, they couldn't open their mouths and say a single word; due to both the situation experienced and the power of the person facing them, their only remedy was to bow their heads and do what was said.
"Gather up, there is no work left to do here!"
"You are right, let's go to the soldiers besieging the walls!"
"Being seen on the front lines will have a positive effect on the troops whose morale is dropping!"
The commanders, thinking they had secured their backs, reached a consensus on the most correct decision that could be made; they were walking towards the exit door amidst the bewildered looks of the messenger whom they had asked to convey the retreat decision just a moment ago.
♫♫Without understanding, Without listening, Before saying, My last word, Where are you going like this?♫♫
Their steps were firm and determined until they encountered someone they never expected; when they saw the female orc entering through the door singing, their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Ainle, my pasha, what did I tell you? You will repeat the same words after me; the original version of this song is sung like this too!"
"Come on, let's do it again!"
♫♫Without understanding, without understanding; Without listening, without listening; Before saying, my last word, ahhhhhh, Where are you going like this?♫♫
"Yeah, like that; look how nice it turned out now, don't you think so, gentlemen?"
The commanders, who had adopted a determined attitude to advance to the fiery heart of the war, didn't know what to say after the astonishment they experienced; all oddities were together today.
How did this orc come all the way here? Why was she singing to them with a human by her side? And why, even though it looked very funny right now, did a feeling coming from her scare them to death?
"It is understood that you have no understanding of art; I hope you pay a little more attention to this subject in your next life?"
What they heard last would bring the commanders to their senses; while reaching for their weapons, they were about to shout for help.
"Dagger Dance"
After the two words spilling from Nafız's lips, a crimson flash shone and faded inside the tent; following this event which happened in the blink of an eye, everyone except the female orc and the druid next to her was falling to the ground like cut trees.
Dagger Dance was a technique Nafız learned from Mora; this method gave an order to the attacks she carried out due to her superior speed and agility previously.
Designed to kill enemies remaining within a certain area instantly, using the blood essence she stored, Nafız could perform thousands of attacks simultaneously within the range of the technique.
"Hey handsome druid, what are you looking at? Come on, we're leaving!"
Nafız, lightly slapping the nape of Ainle who had turned into a fool because he couldn't see what happened right before his eyes, opened a hole on the other side of the tent and set off towards the headquarters without being seen by anyone, just as she came.
At the same moments, Alano had found the opponent he was looking for inside the complex battlefield; in a manner revealing he was a member of the Black Lilies, he would directly target Alyon's throat without giving any warning.
The hulking orc, having finished off Mad Dog Igor, was busy cleaning up his enemies showing signs of scattering; when he felt a coldness going down his spine, his instincts told him a danger was approaching.
Without wasting even a moment, Alyon flung himself to the side; the fingers of Alano, the owner of the surprise attack, had left a small scratch on the gray-haired orc's neck.
"Well, well, well, so you were able to dodge my attack? I guess you aren't as much of an imbecile as you look!"
The young warrior, with one hand behind him resting on his waist, shook his hand, which had a little blood on it, in disgust; this was a movement befitting the contempt in his eyes looking at Alyon.
"Who are you, you treacherous bitch!"
Orcs were perhaps the most passionate about war and violence among the six civilizations living in this world, but it was rarely seen that an orc would attack his enemy from behind without notice when he wanted to duel.
"Ha ha ha, barbarian filth, what audacity is this when you aren't even worthy to speak in front of me!"
A breeze like the one inside the tent was now happening on the battlefield; Alano, disappearing from sight, had suddenly appeared on his opponent's right side.
"Die!"
The young warrior performed a savage swing with his hand turned into a claw; this time the target was Alyon's head, the size of a gas canister.
The gray-haired orc was expecting this; stimulating all cells in his body, he had taken his defense against a possible attack.
He would manage to escape Alano's hit again, but this time the business was different; as the wind brought by the blow he dodged hit his face, it had flung him a few meters away.
"Did you think you were the king of this world when you took an axe bigger than your height in your hand? You are incapable of even figuring out the quality of the strike coming at you!"
When the young warrior filled his puffed-up chest with the clean air of the Wild Swamp, he had just finished the speech he made rolling his eyes. Although seemingly speaking towards his opponent flung by the attack, his main aim was to show off to the siege force soldiers gathered around them.
"The attack you made was only as strong as a powerful fart, how much you bragged about it!"
While standing up, the giant orc was responding to his enemy's provocations with the same harshness; although this looked a bit funny in these moments when he wiped his blood-covered face, ultimately Alyon was an orc and couldn't stand being humiliated.
"I didn't want to dirty my hand with your filthy blood, but since your jaw can still work, then I will put an end to this nonsense!"
When a weak but shrill scream resembling a whistle coming from afar rang in the battlefield, Alano, who had turned both his hands into claws, was gliding towards his prey, having decided to make his final strike.
Alyon had been able to save himself by fleeing in the opposite direction from the previous two blows, but this time the young warrior wouldn't give him this chance; the attack he performed was closing all exit paths.
The soldiers watching the duel held their breaths, squinting their eyes thoroughly in hopes of seeing what was happening. Their aim was to witness how Alano, who was on their side, would kill the orc who gave them hell.
Like everyone else, Alyon was on alert too; the only difference from them was that he could see his enemy's movements, however faintly. That was what saved him from the first two attacks anyway.
Now knowing that escape was impossible against the blows coming from two directions, grasping the handle of his new weapon tightly, the gray-haired orc warrior would roar.
Warrior's Wrath