The commander of the Black Lily forces wouldn't be able to come out of this mood until a terrifying noise was heard on all three fronts. He immediately fixed his eyes on the distance, the source of the sound, looking at the source of the emotion squeezing him practically like a vise.
Actually, neither the loudness of the sound nor the destruction created by the attack disturbed him like this. The reason for his uneasiness was discovering the effectiveness of the sound element within this large-scale attack.
Vahşikalkan, receiving the order from his commander, was releasing the damage accumulated in his shield received from the reward dungeon. The explosion consisting of sound waves would be carried to a completely different level this time; the destruction it created was dazzling. All war vehicles remaining in the hands of the Gray Hyenas turned into scrap. Even parts of living things in the area of effect were not visible; what was visible right now was the tableau of absolute annihilation.
Of course, this had a price. Vahşikalkan, all bones in his arms broken, fell to the ground losing consciousness. He had taken all attacks of war machines onto himself; although returning it was very magnificent, he had to sacrifice his limbs to restrain a gigantic power. Great power always came with great responsibility. In the moments he completed his duty in the war, Vahşikalkan thwarted all the enemy's plans.
"Now won't I split you in two down the middle?"
When Nafız rushed forward with traces of savagery in her eyes and threat words in her mouth, the square-jawed man seemed to be crushed under the destruction he experienced. His main plan had failed; he had lost the war machines he saw as a support unit. Besides, along with tens of thousands of orcs, many soldiers his organization provided him for the war were now dead.
Two forces had now come almost head to head in numbers. There was no reason for the Blood God to worry. Warriors freed from captivity between shields became one body and started a relentless influx.
The big-nosed man, dragged slowly to the bottom by the wrong moves he made, was fleeing again. He didn't have a luxury like getting caught even in the shadow of absolute death behind him. What was interesting was that neither tricks nor equipment of this man seemed to end. Every moment he was stuck, he was finding a way out like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
Thus, superiority changed hands again on two fronts outside the war continuing inside the ruined walls. Nafız and her warriors switched to the attacking side, while Çekiçdöven's second army was forced to remain on defense due to the man with coal-black hair.
"Asiyürek, you stay here and direct units according to the course of the war. I think my turn to take the stage has come!"
The son of the former Glacial Region Chief was deciding to take action. Since the enemy played his last trump card too, he had no other choice left. Although the old man hadn't carried out his second attack yet, the destruction and fear he created in the first one were enough to drag the warriors' morale to the bottom.
What they needed right now was to catch fire again; Çekiçdöven rushed to give a spark consisting of courage for them to burn.
He rapidly dived into the place most affected by the attack, the center of the crescent formation. He had an ordinary axe in his hand; the commander of the Second Army wasn't taking the sword, Nafız's gift, in his hand without using his bloodline power.
"Number 9, come with me!"
While passing by the Elite Ten warrior who restored his shield, Çekiçdöven was dragging him along too. He had set his sights on the head of the leader of the Black Lily forces. In case he made a second attack, he would be protected by this warrior's equipment, and the moment he came to the desired distance, he would finish the job in a single move.
Although his aim was to advance without attracting much attention, it didn't take long for the Second Army Commander to realize this wouldn't be possible. Seeing him, his warriors were shouting in unison, starting to fight refreshed practically as if reborn.
This situation would naturally attract the attention of the man stopping the enemy's attack with his single move too. He immediately moved his hands towards his swords but stopped halfway and set about waiting. He seemed to want to observe the situation; his gaze was on the advance of two orcs through the chaotic war continuing right in front of him.
After Çekiçdöven appeared and drew the greatest danger onto himself, Elite Ten members returned to their old efficiencies again. Except for number four who was wounded, his other friends were busy increasing their pressure on the enemy.
The Black Lily Clan leader, shaking his head as if understanding waiting would bring no benefit, performed a draw with a speed invisible to the eye as he hung on the hilts of his weapons.
Just like the first time, those watching him could only see a blur in his hands. A person of a caliber able to catch the realization of this magnificent sword drawing technique wasn't present in the region where the Second Army fought right now.
While a few drops of sweat trickled down his cheeks from his temples, the old man was watching the battlefield like a mighty plane tree standing in the same place for centuries. This time he had carried out an attack that would affect the whole area; he aimed to bring death from one end of the crescent-shaped formation to the other.
The inside of orcs, whom the wind of the attack was about to reach, was covered with the shiver of death. No one except the lucky ones remaining behind number nine's shield, which reached its largest size beside Çekiçdöven, had a guarantee of living.
"Unite and Block!"
Warriors in uneasiness of the attack coming onto them seemed to hear the comforting voice of a wise man whispering in their ears. This voice was neither too loud and frightening nor pathetic like a wretch's cries. It was wiping away the fear inside those hearing it.
Number one was ending his long silence. Gathering the spirits of wild creatures fighting together with his kin from the beginning, he formed a transparent barrier. The moment he saw the attack form of the old man with coal-black hair, this plan came to his mind, and this was the main reason for pulling the wild creature spirits under his command to the front lines.
The collision of the barrier and the attack happened with a violence that would shake the earth and sky. Before enduring much, the spirit shield dispersed. Along with this, the sound effect in the attack of the Black Lily warriors' leader was erased, and only the violent wind element remained that would disrupt the balance of orc warriors and make them fall to the ground.
At the same moments, five thousand spirits forming the shield scattered around. While many of them turned to dust and mixed into the air, others were writhing in pain. This blow was above what they could handle; apparently, they would disappear from the battlefield in a short time.
If this happened, the warriors of the Elite Ten and the Second Army would have to deal alone with their kin previously distracted by them. Although the old man whose attack was blocked was a bit upset, he could find morale, albeit little, after this reality he saw.
"Rise and Fight!"
While he was thinking these, an orc warrior very far away also had special plans for him. Number one standing under the giant totem ordered again. Subsequently, the giant totem shattered and turned into colored rays flying towards the agonizing wild creature spirits.
Since he started using his technique, an event no one except number one could see was happening on the battlefield. After every life the creatures under his command took, a part of their victims' souls was flying towards the totem.
Currently, number one used this collected resource to renew the spirits fighting on the front. Shortly after, creatures revived again and attacked the enemy with the desire to kill.
"You vile filth! How can you use such a high-level technique?"
Seeing he got no result from his large-scale attack, the dual-wielding man turned pale. He was trying to digest a high-grade spiritual technique being performed by an orc warrior.
While events happened within a short time, the fire of war was moving like a living entity. No matter how much they thought they came without letting go of caution, Gray Hyenas and Black Lily Clan warriors now understood they had underestimated the opponent.
The Orc Steppes had served as a colonial field for other civilizations for a century. In their eyes, these harsh lands and orcs living on them were like insects they could kill with a movement of their hands.
Today they were realizing in pain that their prejudices settled in their memories were dragging them to disaster. They had to engage in radical movements they never thought of before but now became mandatory.
After retreating a few steps, Alyon could barely stop by hitting his axe on the ground; there was a strangeness in the man opposite him. He was the young one; as the fight continued, he should have tired, and Alyon should have taken the upper hand.
For a while, what happened was in the opposite direction. Every moment his arms were getting heavy, strength was withdrawing from his legs. His opponent was busy landing blow after blow by speeding up gradually.
The hulking orc, catching an opportunity to watch around for a moment, could see that Main Orc Tribe warriors established superiority in all struggles near him. Although the dirty grin spreading moment by moment on Siyahayı's face heralded some things, Alyon still couldn't find a logical reason for this situation.
Except for the First Army forces pushed towards the hole opened in the wall, victory seemed close for the remaining forces. Especially the Gray Hyenas led by the square-jawed man breathing with difficulty under Nafız's relentless pursuit had come to the brink of complete exhaustion.