The commander, burning with the fire of revenge, could not think logically; he had lost a brother and had already attributed the reason for this to his own irresponsible behavior.
The forty thousand-strong support headquarters had regained a thousand of the ten thousand men lost in the first mission, but this was only the scenario they imagined.
Now twenty thousand more soldiers had left the facility resembling a sheltered castle at top speed to go after an enemy that never existed.
The remaining number of people was eleven thousand, and one thousand of these were spies infiltrated among them by Nafız's order; the headquarters, solid as a rock, could now only exist in appearance like a hollowed-out tree trunk.
"The sucker took the bait; let him search for his imaginary enemies now!"
Nafız, Alyon, and the one hundred and thirty druids they brought with them were silently watching Victor and his soldiers rapidly moving away from a corner.
"Sir, what will be our next move?"
The hulking man, who was the honorary leader of the druid forces as of this moment, called out to Nafız in anticipation.
"You will do nothing; you will just wait here for the gate to be opened for you!"
While saying these things, the shadows falling on her face made her look even more sneaky than she was; although the druids didn't know what to do again, this time they didn't have the courage to open their mouths.
The team was in absolute inaction; while spending the whole day just observing, the feeling of curiosity inside them was foaming up more and more.
As the wait prolonged, the suffering increased too, but the moment the hours showed midnight, Nafız sprang from her place like a wild animal and started speeding nimbly towards a spot on the walls she had set her eyes on before.
"Sir!"
Ler was late to react to the momentarily developing event; when he wanted to rush forward with his weak body, he would be stopped by a claw-like hand.
"No one leaves their place; we are here until we get the signal!"
Nafız hadn't told anyone in the team except Alyon what she was thinking; assuming everything was going well after the event that developed towards morning, she was moving for the final move.
The female orc, unaware of what was happening where she left behind, had already reached the water canal. Passing over it as if flying without slowing down at all, Nafız stuck her coal-black daggers into the walls in an instant.
Two guards were watching her right above; apart from being in astonishment, they didn't seem like they would make a move either. The guards silently watched the short-haired orc climb up to them, a situation that wouldn't make sense if witnessed at another time, understandable only by those bound by the Blood Seal.
"Where is Dimitar?"
"In the headquarters commander's residence!"
Facing the question asked to them, the soldiers would practically expel the answer from their mouths without pausing for even a moment; with the slightest wrong move, their heads could turn into watermelons fallen from a donkey.
They weren't the only ones experiencing this feeling; a large crowd of a thousand people, including Dimitar, the commander at their head, were both holding key points and fighting with the fear of possibly dying at any moment.
"Relax, as long as you do what I say, you will lead a much better life than before!"
Nafız could understand their moods from the timbre in the two soldiers' voices; getting too tense wasn't good. People waiting ready to snap at any moment were bound to live the end they feared one day.
For this reason, Nafız intervened in the event with a small vaccine of confidence. While advancing towards the commander's residence, when she saw that security along the way was provided by the people she bound to herself with the Blood Seal, the smile on her face was slowly becoming even bigger.
At her target location, two people were standing face to face, arguing heatedly; while one of the figures was the owner of the place, Jurij, the person he raised his voice to was none other than the traitor Dimitar.
"You moron, how can you dare such a thing!"
"Calm down Jurij, you must listen to my offer to the end!"
Dimitar was here because of the order he received, but he had to face his commander's wrath in his very first sentence.
"Don't you dare think you can get out of here alive!"
Fox Jurij was leagues ahead of Dimitar in both power and equipment; the traitor commander, who flinched after the words he heard and headed for the door, seemed done for.
The headquarters commander, who could kill the weak subordinate facing him exactly as he thought under normal conditions, hadn't even taken a step when he was nailed to the spot due to the coldness spreading from his spinal cord to his body.
"You're an old man, don't make sudden moves, your blood pressure will drop, Jurij!"
The old man knew well this feeling given by a dagger pressed against his throat; while the pressure she applied cut his skin slightly, the flowing blood had already formed a thin line on his throat.
"Who the hell are you!"
Speaking while opening his mouth as little as possible, Jurij's voice was muffled but devoid of fear; obviously, the commander, who was an old hand at this, had reached the level of mastery in bluffing too.
"If you had waited two minutes, the kid was going to tell you who I am anyway, but since you pulled a tough guy act like this, let me introduce myself personally!"
As soon as she finished her words, a murderous intent began to radiate madly from Nafız; the deadly pressure wasn't unconscious, its target was the old fox who had spoken with composure.
Although there was a dagger against his throat, Jurij was on alert as if he would make a move at any moment; this state of his was slowly falling apart after the formless attack targeting him.
When a period of ten breaths passed, the old man had collapsed on his knees and opened his mouth wide to be able to breathe; it was as if Fox Jurij was left alone with a demon coming from the depths of hell to torment him.
"Ten thousand soldiers you sent died at our hands; if I didn't think you were a smart man, I wouldn't hesitate to send the remaining thirty thousand to the same place!"
"Now, will you be a good boy and listen to me?"
Nafız's breath smelled of massacre; the old man, experiencing death before entering the grave, could only nod his head as an answer.
"You have been in the organization called Grey Hyenas for years, but from what I see, the highest position you could rise to is the command of support forces, and even in this state, a meathead warrior soldier doesn't hesitate much to ignore your orders!"
Although Fox Jurij was aware of these facts, he was devastated by someone he didn't know at all throwing them in his face.
"I am offering you perhaps the last opportunity you can catch in your life; come under my command and see the value you deserve!"
The man expecting threats, blackmail, or perhaps a path leading to death was having a small-scale fit of astonishment after what he heard. While making this open-ended offer, the female orc wasn't in an angry attitude like before at all.
"What is your aim?"
Knowing he didn't have much time for an answer, while Jurij spoke with his last courage, the confusion of his mind would be read from the trembling of his voice.
The Mercenaries had attributed the invasion of border outposts to the orcs not wanting a force that would disturb them on neighboring lands; the force of ten thousand soldiers was actually to show that they weren't children facing them and that things would heat up if they went further.
Right now, a single question was echoing in the mind of the greatest commander of the Support Units who had fallen into the hands of an orc; since he put it into words, the only thing he expected was the satisfaction learning the unknown would give.
"Our aim is to unite the Orc Steppes and Wild Swamp continents as they were in the old days; the main important question is this: Will you be with us on this path?"