While everyone was expecting the screams of a tiny girl, the small boy, who had dropped his knife to the ground, was shaking the earth and sky instead.
Not much, less than three seconds later, blood started spurting first from his nose, then from all the orifices in his head; when the soldiers around him began to run to his side for help, a scene Heinrich couldn't even imagine appeared before his eyes.
Everyone under his command surrounding the druid village, who had taken the people prisoner by pressing cold steel against their throats, was writhing in pain; little Herbert had already died from blood loss, and the others were rapidly following him.
Warrior's Wrath
This was the reason for everything that happened; Alyon, who hadn't moved an inch from his spot, was using his lineage power to force his enemies to walk on a path paved with stones of torment.
"Uncle, everything is over; your mind working for devilry has no power against absolute strength. The time has come for you to account for my father, whom you drove to suicide with the order you established and the ugly slanders you made!"
Abgesandte was as cold-blooded as a judge passing a death sentence; the rage and hatred he had held inside for a long time were evident only from the fiery looks in his eyes.
The square-faced man still hadn't figured out what was happening; while everything was going as he wanted, an orc he couldn't even look at because he was disgusted was finishing the job without moving a muscle.
He still had the weapons lined up in the front ranks in his hand, but to no avail; what could he do while the heads of the people who would use them were exploding one after another?
"No, there was no mistake in my plans; this cannot be true!"
Heinrich was constantly telling himself these things, as if he thought all the mishaps would disappear the more and louder he repeated them.
While his feet involuntarily went backward, the arrogant man fell to the ground tripping over the corpse of a recently deceased soldier; Alyon, perhaps because his patience ran out, would start making the man scream, whom he had previously exempted from the effects of his ability.
When he put his hand to his nose and saw the blood dripping incessantly, Heinrich would shout with his last strength, clenching his fists hard enough to dig his nails into his flesh.
"Exalted Ones, help!"
While various events were occurring on earth, the sky was also occupied by dark clouds today, contrary to usual; the weather was gloomy and suffocating, as if cursing what was happening.
When the man feeling the claw of death on his face shouted, a beam of light pierced through all the dark clouds and advanced toward the group consisting of two orcs, one human, and eleven druids.
Blood Dome
Realizing the danger, Nafız had made her move; she was using the most effective defensive ability with which she could surround herself and her group in less than a second since she had mastered it.
"I thought I would watch the intrigues of a few engineers while coming here, but look at what I see?"
"Ha Ha Ha, are you surprised that orcs who can't speak properly learned a trick or two? Even the monkeys in the palace garden can manage that much!"
Looking in the direction the surprise attack came from, two people could be seen gliding down from the sky; light was coming along with them, as if the pitch-black sky had been torn away like a cheap paper covering.
A second later, the duo would appear in front of Heinrich, whose head was about to explode; judging by the expression on their faces, they were in no way affected by Alyon's ability.
"Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown; sirs, help me!"
The gold embroideries decorating their white robes sweeping the ground dazzled the eyes of onlookers; when the majesty of the clothes on them combined with their two-meter height, the brothers coming to the Druid Village resembled two angels descending from the heavens to earth in awe.
While the yellow light of the halos hanging above their heads shone faintly, their faces turned to the man begging for help at their feet.
"What do you say, brother!"
One of the twins, who had parted his wheat-colored hair falling to his shoulders in the middle, asked this question in curiosity to the other who covered his face with a golden mask.
"The problem between these stupid humans doesn't concern me; we will kill those two orcs, destroy the statues made by the infidels, and leave here!"
Although the old men were twins, their characters were completely opposite to each other; however hard and harsh the masked one was, the other seemed equally gentle in contrast.
"Have it your way; only we need to break that blood-colored barrier first!"
The twin of the man whose hair flowed freely had also covered the hood of his robe over his mask; now, having learned what he needed to do, he began to rapidly form an arc of light at chest level.
Meanwhile, his brother wouldn't stay idle and would join him; the duo's aim was to destroy the shield standing in front of them in one go with a joint attack.
The large beam of light would hit Nafız's Blood Dome at full speed; the shock waves created by the meeting of the two forces were strong enough to scatter the corpses on the ground around.
A satisfied look would settle in the eyes of the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown; they seemed pleased with the intensity of their attack. This situation would last until they saw their target standing intact in its place.
"Two geezers whose ass hairs have turned into kadayıf (shredded wheat) are dreaming of destroying my Blood Dome; I thought I would slap a few insignificant engineers while coming here, but look what I see: two circumcision boys playing soldier. Where are your wands? You give no pleasure like this!"
As if it wasn't enough that the attack they made with confidence didn't work at all, the grinning female orc opposite them was making them eat the words they uttered just a moment ago.
"Ha Ha Ha, even the newborn orcs in our tribe can do this much of an attack; I guess the time has come to bury these walking dead!"
How could Alyon stop while his friend had started; the two orcs continued to bury the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown into the ground (insult/humiliate).
The grey-haired orc warrior wasn't just talking; taking his giant hammer out of his inter-spatial ring, he had started walking with confident steps toward the two old men whose faces had become ugly as if they had eaten sh*t.
"Sir, what are you doing!"
Ainle would be the first to react to this move; there was no one who could know better than him the difference between resisting incoming attacks while inside the barrier versus resisting while completely exposed.
"The time has come, little druid; let the orc warrior Alyon find who he is!"
The scrawny druid couldn't wrap his mind around it, and he wasn't alone in this; everyone except Nafız was looking behind Alyon as if watching someone who had lost his mental balance.
"What do you say, shall we start, shiny boys!"
The grey-haired orc, throwing his huge axe over his shoulders, was looking fearlessly at his enemies; this self-confidence of his was no different from a slap thrown in the faces of the two brothers.
"You don't seem intended to come; since you are so scared, I promise to finish your job quickly!"
Alyon was in high spirits; the desire to fight he had suppressed for a long time had also triggered his other emotions he had buried inside.
"Shut up, you filth!"
Unable to endure after so much provocation, the man with a golden mask on his face lunged forward, swinging the staff that appeared in his hand furiously. The moment the crystal at the tip of the weapon reached a dazzling brightness, needles made of light would set out toward the orc rushing at them.
Seeing what happened, Alyon only smiled; when he swung the side of his giant axe used as a crusher, it became clear where this self-confidence came from.
The light needles targeting him had been broken and gone with a single blow of Abarran's weapon; the orc warrior, losing nothing from his momentum, continued to attack roaringly.
The Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown, not expecting their opponent to possess such equipment, wouldn't have the necessary time for a counterattack; since retaliation was impossible, their only remedy was to defend.