The orcs waiting in front of the tent looked toward the source of the sound, while the rest of the tribe was astonished.
"Come out, coward, the time has come to pay for your sins!" Alyon continued to shout as he advanced toward the Chief's tent, passing through the supply section. No one could approach the orc, who looked like a god of war with his jet-black armor and the enormous hammer hanging on his back.
"Hey you ignorant fool! Did you swallow your courage and come here?" Delibalta, the Chief of the warriors, called out in a condescending tone to the orc who had suddenly appeared.
"Yes, and a whole mountain full of it!" Alyon replied with a laugh, continuing his speech while looking at the orcs who were starting to gather around him. "I am Alyon, I have come to exact payment for a betrayal committed years ago! I won't bully anyone, but I will make sure that those who try to bully me are never able to bully anyone again. As of this moment, anyone who stands in my way is my enemy!"
Alyon, finishing his words, began walking toward the Chief's tent, paying no mind to the crowd surrounding him.
"You arrogant brat! You should be proud that your life will be taken by my arrow!" Keskingöz, the Chief of the hunters who had a black patch over one eye, grabbed his weapon. Keskingöz, the owner of the best bow in the tribe, was renowned for hitting the bullseye from these distances. When he grabbed his bow, those witnessing the event took the massive orc warrior's death for granted.
While everyone was waiting for Keskingöz's shot, a blood-red arrow, whistling through the air, went right between the hunter Chief's eyebrows and into his head.
"How mediocre! He couldn't even flinch, despite me shooting my whistling arrow." Someone behind Alyon spoke slowly. As the figure emerging from the massive orc's shadow began to become visible, the tribe panicked.
The aura radiating from the female orc, who was walking with her entire body covered in blood, froze the blood of the nearby orcs. This orc, with red tips on her hair, had killed the hunter Chief with a single arrow.
"It's them, the traitors who ambushed our warriors in today's hunt!" Kaplanyürek shouted with excitement when he saw the pair he had sent to their deaths.
"How lovely that you could recognize me! I was so afraid you wouldn't recognize me after I changed a little." Nafız, stepping slightly forward from Alyon's shadow, continued her speech as the moonlight fell upon her.
"I made myself a new necklace. What do you think, does it suit me?" Around Nafız's neck was a necklace made of two orc teeth. Kaplanyürek was horrified when he saw the necklace.
"These, these are Kalındiş's teeth. What did you do to my son, you monster?" Kaplanyürek was stunned by what was happening when he saw his son's teeth around his enemy's neck.
"The warriors he abandoned to die in the cave wanted to reunite with their brave commander in the next world. I couldn't deny the children their last wish." Nafız spread both hands to the sides and shrugged, making a gesture that implied What could I do?
Returning to the tribe after finishing the slaughter on Lofty Mountain, Nafız overheard the conversations of the orcs in the supply section. When she arrived at Kalındiş's tent, no one had seen her because she was using her assassin skills. Kaplanyürek was unaware that someone else was listening as he explained what his son would say that evening.
Shortly after, Kalındiş's death, while he was alone in his tent, would occur by a dagger thrust to his throat. Although Nafız had considered countless torture methods for him, Kalındiş was lucky enough to receive a quick death. For Nafız, who had to tell Alyon what would happen that night, was in a great hurry.
"Murderers! Traitors! I command all of you, tear these killers who murdered your Chief's lineage to pieces!" Kaplanyürek, commanding the tribe members to attack out of the grief of losing his son, could barely stand.
A group of orcs from the hunter section, hearing the Chief's son's command, moved toward the duo in the center. The orc running at the front of the group, who was larger than the others, set his sights on Alyon. When he managed to hit Alyon's head with the log-thick piece of wood in his hand, he thought he had secured his victory. Alyon did not flinch a millimeter from the spot after the blow to his head, the only open part of his armor, while the piece of wood was smashed to smithereens. Thereupon, Alyon grabbed the attacking orc by the throat and shaped his free hand into a blade, performing a stabbing motion to the chest.
When he pulled his hand back from the orc's body, there was a heart still beating in his palm. Alyon tossed the thing in his palm into his mouth, under the astonished gaze of the orc whose heart he had just torn out. While this blood-freezing scene shocked everyone, Nafız drew her bow.
Five red arrows appeared on Nafız's bow as she looked at the attackers. These five arrows, which would soon pierce their targets, were the work of Nafız's wristbands. When she used the bow, the fingers that drew the string were covered with leather by the wristbands. When she was about to shoot a single arrow, only her thumb and index finger were covered, but now, because she was shooting five arrows, her entire hand was wrapped in a red leather glove.
The group that was wiped out in seconds broke the fighting spirit of the remaining orcs. Kaplanyürek, seeing the events unfold, said, "Whoever kills the female orc, I will make them the Supply Chief!" As his words motivated the orcs, he hurriedly continued to speak: "Whoever kills the male orc will be the Hunter Chief!" Although orcs weren't particularly passionate about titles, they knew these two positions meant a long and relatively safe life.
"Silence, Sexist dolt! I want to see the look on your face when I start cutting you starting with your groin!" said Nafız. Although her consciousness still lived as a male, the owner of the legacy she received was a woman who had shaken the world in her time. She thought that if she didn't react to such contempt, she would be disrespecting Mora, who had granted her this favor.
The orcs were galvanized again by what they heard. "Let's attack! They're only two people, what can they do?" The orcs, encouraging each other among themselves, launched an attack with the shouts of "Let's kill them! Death to the traitors!"
"For a moment, I was afraid they wouldn't attack." Nafız was delighted when she saw the orcs attacking them from all sides. The path to fully utilizing her legacy was through gaining strength, and this required a terrifying amount of blood essence. The blood absorbed through the eyes of the skulls on the wristbands was the key to her development. A small amount of blood essence was contained within the absorbed blood. These blood essences strengthened Nafız's body, while the remaining blood was stored in the wristbands and used for daggers, arrows, and other specialized weapons.
In Nafız's eyes, the attacking orcs were like sheep rushing to the slaughterhouse. Drawing her daggers, she surrendered herself to the flow of the wind. Unlike Nafız, who carved up the orcs with graceful movements, as if dancing, Alyon's battle was a perfect tableau of savagery. Every time he swung the enormous hammer in his hand, at least one orc was torn to pieces. Orcs hit by the hammer, losing their momentum, could save their lives by losing various limbs. In a short time, the ground became invisible due to the unclaimed arms, legs, and heads.
The warriors watching the massacre unfold before their eyes were enslaved by the fear settling in their hearts, when they came to their senses upon hearing a command.
"All warriors, secure the Chief's tent!" Kaplanyürek, seeing that things were not going well, let the weakness in his character override the grief for his son. Turning to Delibalta, he said, "Take your best warriors, you will enter the tent with me."
The attacks of the supply and hunter section orcs came to a standstill when they saw the warriors behind them retreating. Alyon, taking a deep breath, shouted in a voice like thunder.
"Our vengeance is only against Ayıboğan's lineage! Retreat now and continue to live."
At the moments when the path to the Chief's tent turned into a river of blood, the surviving orcs began throwing their primitive weapons away and stepping aside.
When they arrived in front of the tent, Alyon, seeing fear and despair combined in their eyes in the soldiers surrounding him, spoke in a calm tone after throwing his weapon onto his back.
"This is your last chance, throw down your weapons and return to your tents. I promise you will wake up to a better life at dawn tomorrow."
Despite killing so many orcs, there wasn't a single drop of blood on his armor. His noble posture added a heavy air to his words, putting pressure on those facing him. Like a sudden downpour after the sound of the first weapon hitting the ground, all the warrior orcs threw down their weapons and began walking toward their tents.
Nafız looked at the tent she had been trembling with fear to enter just a week ago, thinking about the events she had experienced inside. When she poked her head inside the leather door, she put a huge smile on her face, which was dripping with fresh blood.
"Are you ready to die?"