The deep blue sky above them had turned blood red before a single breath passed; facing this scene, even people who had set out to kill each other madly would freeze.
♫♫Astute's swords are tinned, oh tinned, he had a dress while dying, mocked, oh mocked♫♫
Meanwhile, Nafız was singing her song with pleasure, keeping the tempo by hitting the two swords in her hands against each other; she was as relaxed and cheerful as if she had gone for a walk along the seaside.
"Did you come, sister? I heard you were looking for me everywhere. Here I am in front of you; whatever the trouble is, let's solve it today!"
Gregoria wouldn't have thought she would encounter such a scene even in her wildest dreams; the person keeping her awake at night for the last few years was in front of her, singing while waving her killed brother's valuable swords.
"I will drink your blood!"
After creating a small dent in the ground she stepped on, the young woman shot forward like an arrow; the surroundings of the short swords appearing in her two hands were already covered with ash-colored smoke.
"Stop!"
While Naldo rushed like lightning towards his mistress, a shield two meters tall and one meter wide appeared in his hands; two seconds later, the hulking man was a few meters in front of Gregoria, meeting the two swords coming towards her flying through the air with his shield.
When the sound of metal hitting metal grated on the ears, a few sparks mixed into the air; this would be followed by Nafız's speech full of displeasure.
"You have no family upbringing at all; didn't they teach you not to interfere when two people are fighting?"
"I understand you too, because it must be hard not being able to say this to someone you know you don't have the power to kill!"
Speaking with one hand on her waist and the index finger of the other resting on her forehead, Nafız wasn't mincing words; Naldo, looking at the swords stuck on his shield, was about to swallow his tongue.
"Don't be so surprised; if the swords I use weren't this crappy, my attack would have pierced through both of you by now!"
The female orc was hitting left and right; before she could exact revenge for the first humiliation she experienced, her family's treasure weapons, the Death Guardians, were classified as 'crappy' by someone coming from among the orcs known for their savagery.
"Get out of my way, Naldo, this is an order!"
Even though the monument of beauty went crazy, the hulking man didn't move even a millimeter from where he stood; his only purpose for coming here was to protect her.
"Is that so? You lazy orc, get your ass up and get to work!"
After Nafız shouted in a tone everyone could hear, no answer came to her call; this situation was enough to make Gregoria laugh.
"I think your friend pissed himself out of fear!"
The young woman spoke with the pleasure of seizing the advantage for the first time against the female orc who had been suppressing and humiliating her since they met, but before she could close her mouth, a roar that would shake the earth and sky groaned in the battlefield.
"I am cleaning the inside; don't rough up that hulking one too much, I will kill him!"
These words came from the shadow leaping from the wooded area remaining on the right side of the headquarters. The orc warrior Alyon, sitting on a rapidly advancing bear, was entering inside the walls filled with enemy soldiers.
"It's fine by me if you're going to continue protecting your mistress, but I can guarantee that all the warriors you brought with you will die after this hour!"
It was clearly and distinctly understood from the audacious words she said that Nafız's trust in her friend was complete. While she was chasing intrigues, she knew what he was doing; she could feel the wild struggles he entered with his Power Animal, the sweat he poured to improve himself, as if she was next to him.
In the conversation they had before infiltrating the headquarters alone, Alyon had mentioned a strange feeling inside him; it was as if there was something waiting to awaken, but it was waiting somewhere deep down, not knowing how it would happen.
While thinking about these, Nafız didn't attack; in return, neither Gregoria nor her hulking bodyguard tasked with protecting her could take a single step.
Due to the struggle locked outside the wall, the entire fire of the war was burning between the Black Lilies infiltrating through the destroyed walls and the soldiers fighting to the death.
Alyon would enter by overcoming the walls; crushing the enemies appearing before him, he had come next to the soldiers forced to retreat.
"Are you the commander?"
Although Jurij couldn't hear the question due to the giant bear growling right next to his ear, when it was said the second time, he would answer hurriedly.
"Yes, it's me!"
"Order your soldiers to fight by my side immediately!"
The request wasn't strange; the orc warrior wanted people to fight by his side, but the Fox Commander had struggled quite a bit while deciding how to tell this to the soldiers.
"My soldiers, the Hell Realm forces have come to destroy us! In these difficult times, heroic orc warriors have come to our aid; all of you fight following them!"
Jurij was shouting at the top of his lungs; aware that the difference created by the enemy's quality would shatter them, he had perhaps played his last trump card.
"Human warriors, if you don't want to be killed by these bastards, follow me!"
Jumping down from Pehlivan, Alyon raised his axe, soaked with the blood of enemies he cut along the way, into the air and went on the offensive; they were diving into the Black Lilies looking at them in astonishment.
It wasn't possible for mercenaries living their lives on alert to follow an orc they hunted like rabbits until yesterday with two sentences, but they couldn't ignore the events taking place in front of them right now either.
The warriors raining death upon them just a moment ago were becoming bait for the gray-haired warrior's axe attacking together with his bear without even being able to lift a hand.
As guessed, Alyon had released his lineage power, and consequently, a heavy pressure had landed on the Black Lily warriors.
"It seems you won't take action without being motivated a bit more!"
"Warrior's Wrath!"
This time Alyon didn't shout; the sound left his mouth and became a victim to the wind before going even a step, dispersing in the blood-smelling air.
Not everyone needed to hear this anyway; an energy flood destroying the dams of doubt inside the necessary people had already started.
"Where is this power coming from!"
"I want to fight; so what if he's an orc?"
"Attack!"
"Attack!"
The effect previously limited to Alyon's immediate circle now covered the entire headquarters; while weakening the enemies, it had increased the passion of the people he wanted to fight with him.
The wind was turning; Alyon, the broken orc of not too long, just a few months ago, was passing through the enemy spread before him like sand, again gathering many warriors behind him.
Finally, the gray-haired young man had been able to activate the second level of his Lineage Power; it was time to reap the fruits of the duels he had with his Power Animal Pehlivan.
With an ordinary axe in his hand and emotions starting to flare up again in his heart, the image of the orc spreading death around him with every step led the mercenaries coming after him to fight perhaps more valiantly than they ever had.
"Strike, damn it, make them groan! In honor of your return, the blood of our enemies will flow like a river in this land today!"
Ignoring the enemies in front of her, Nafız was watching her bosom friend's rearing up breathlessly; seeing him like this again had ensured her emotions foamed up again after a very long time.
"Actually, what I had in mind was for an idiot like you to continue helping me by being in the enemy ranks, but would you look at that? While my brother is fired up like this, how can I remain calm?"
Just as she finished speaking to her two adversaries whom she stared at like a predatory animal, two daggers appeared in Nafız's hands; this was the moment the color would drain from the face of Naldo, who possessed a temperament capable of maintaining his calmness at all times.
The female orc, finding her groove, didn't intend to keep a low profile this time, contrary to usual; in her hands were Blood Daggers, emerged from the bracers made by Abarran, reaching a length of at least two spans.