"Your little handsome hero has become bear chow now; let's think for a moment, I wonder what I should do with you?"
Ignoring the screams of Alano being savagely torn apart just a few steps behind him, Alyon was calling out to the enemy soldiers looking at him in astonishment blended with fear.
"Drop your weapons and surrender, and I will spare your lives!"
Witnessing the man they saw almost as a god die in a miserable way, the soldiers were happy to find a way out when they heard these words.
"If it were Nafız, she would say this; unfortunately, for your luck, I am here today, and do you know that I am not in the mood at all?"
The moment the wind turned, the people waiting around the hulking orc shook like capsized boats; they never expected to experience these things after the long siege.
"Filth inside the headquarters, get your despicable asses here immediately! Today, not a single enemy soldier will remain alive!"
Alyon, who managed to kill Alano as a result of a heated struggle, seemed to calm down a bit, but the moment he returned to his best condition, the embers of the fire burning inside him would suddenly catch flame.
Chief's Wrath
The gray-haired orc didn't hold back from releasing the second level of his lineage power; according to his estimations, he had already taken out the strongest person in the siege army just a moment ago.
The troops inside the headquarters, who had been cowed by the pressure of the constant fear of death for a week, wouldn't leave Alyon's call unanswered.
Their aim was to break through the siege units who couldn't receive the instructions they expected from behind the front lines; for this reason, they had already started lowering the drawbridge of the four walls they hid inside.
Immediately, all mechanical weapons intended for attack were turned towards the point where the soldiers would exit; the aim of this move was to open a space for them to gain the momentum to overcome the siege.
After all, the inside and outside of the headquarters, surrounded by a water canal, were now one; if the male orc had come, the female orc was definitely somewhere around here too, and they all knew very well what she could do.
"Push forward, we need to reach the Boss Orc!"
"Hold on, guys, if we can get a bit closer, we finish this job!"
The soldiers' blood had already started boiling; they hadn't forgotten the effects they received due to the gray-haired orc's technique in the previous war.
The taste of the emotions they felt while fighting that day had lingered on their palates; the desire for war, the power wanting to overflow from their bodies bound them to the hulking orc like a drug addict.
"Die, you dogs!"
"We will make you pay for a week's suffering!"
Indeed, the soldiers entering the area of effect of the lineage power named Chief's Wrath had turned into slaughter machines.
Was none of them dying? Of course not, but there had been no one so far who didn't take at least ten people with them.
"Run!"
"Run for your lives, this monster will kill us all!"
That day, Alyon, whose body was full of power and soul full of anger, would perhaps carry out the biggest massacre of his life maintained so far; keeping his promise, he had terrorized the battlefield until not a single enemy soldier remained.
When the sun's rays left the world and the moon's melancholy glow took their place, a festive atmosphere was blowing in the headquarters overwhelmed by the week-long siege.
"I couldn't see you anywhere, Nafız, what's up, did you have urgent business?"
The hulking orc, washed in blood from head to toe, would scold grumblingly upon seeing Nafız eating the fruit in her hand with pleasure at the door of the main command hut where he came without cleaning up.
"Didn't you say you were feeling bad? I thought it would be better if I left you alone, but what's the use!"
After what he heard, Alyon's face, already sullen, fell completely; although the warriors following him along with the fire of war didn't understand what Nafız meant, the gray-haired orc was aware of everything.
"Okay, don't get angry immediately, even this is proof that our plans are working like clockwork!"
There were only two people who knew what the strange event happening in the war was; the others couldn't feel even the slightest thing, and this included Alano whom Alyon crushed, moreover.
"Sir, sir, something very bad happened, the one we held captive...!"
Nafız would shut Dimitar's hurriedly speaking mouth with a glance as he came running towards the front of the main command hut where they were chatting. The sneaky deputy commander was forced to shut up due to a fear penetrating down to his cells.
"Inform Jurij to join us; you two enter inside immediately!"
The female orc, opening the door of the hut behind her with grumpy manners, was taking her steps into the room equipped with dim lighting; a few breaths later, Alyon and Dimitar would follow her too.
The main headquarters, groaning in the claws of the siege for a week, was strangely split in two tonight; the surroundings of the command center located right in the middle were almost like a desolate zone cleared of humans.
Unlike there, in the sections remaining at the bottom of the walls, it was as if there was a festival; bonfires were lit, drinking and laughter were hitting the bottom.
"Sir, forgive this incompetent man! I can't believe how it happened either; it was as if the earth opened up and Gregoria entered inside and escaped from our hands!"
Jurij was sweating cold bullets inside the semi-illuminated room; this state of his would ensure Nafız, who wanted to maintain her angry attitude to the end, couldn't endure anymore and started laughing.
"I released that creature, I even accompanied the hussy until she went outside the walls!"
Nafız had finally dropped the bombshell news; Jurij and Dimitar, falling into fear for their lives before tasting the intoxication of victory, were looking at her with disbelieving eyes. Even though they couldn't open their mouths, their faces were as if asking why.
"Her dead body would be of no use to us; now the bimbo will go to her pasha uncle crying and ensure we move to the second part of our plan!"
"Previously, we destroyed the units sent by that Black Lily bastard and took his niece captive; moreover, as if that wasn't enough, we packaged the girl's tongue next to her bodyguard's head and sent it to him!"
"So, what happened? Most likely, the cautious old geezer didn't believe the tongue we sent belonged to his niece, so this time he sent an army mostly consisting of his own units!"
"There can be only one thing that would make Galeno leave the position he is in, and that is his niece, who has no tongue in her mouth, trying to tell him that she was raped by an orc!"
As soon as Nafız's words finished, a tightly clenched large fist would descend like lightning onto the table with the wine jug and various plates on it.
"Leave this place immediately!"
While the dust of the shattered items was still suspended in the air, the two commanders, having no chance to question this incoming order, had thrown themselves in front of the door as if fleeing; they hadn't even had the opportunity to understand why the gray-haired orc suddenly went mad.
"What's up! Since you came out of the dungeon, you've been all over the place; what's your trouble, lion?"
Nafız, staying in the shadows throughout the siege and preparing the next move of the grand plan, was putting her reaction against her friend's changing attitudes, relaxing after reaching her goal.
"When did you make this plan?"
Alyon, answering the question with a question, was about to drive the female orc crazy, who straightened her spine like a cat on alert.
"I thought about it while you were wandering around my ass saying 'Give me this woman, give me this woman'. What happened, was there an objection for our pasha?"
What was said was true; Alyon had begged a lot to possess the girl who fell captive losing her tongue. Finally, the moment he received the necessary permission, he had satisfied his animalistic desires foaming inside him without thinking for even a second.
"You are right; although you used my weakness, ultimately you are right to the end!"
When his speech finished, the gray-haired Alyon bowed his head and thought for a long time; Nafız, waiting for him to come to his senses without making a sound, knew this state was the harbinger of something big.
Indeed, it would be as she thought; words started spilling from the mouth of her friend, who drew a deep breath violently into his chest.
"You were very curious about what I saw in the dungeon, weren't you? Then open your ears and listen to me well!"