"Didn't you say you were going to drink my blood? Since you can stand before me and talk about blood, you must be pretty ballsy!"
Nafız hadn't held back on any subject since she let herself go; along with her speech, she would send two energy attacks from her daggers onto the shield that had blocked her before.
Seeing these two small crescent-shaped attacks, the first thing that came to Naldo's mind was to parry, but he couldn't do this because of the young woman standing behind him.
Whether it was a sense of duty or the fear of losing his life otherwise, the hulking man, clinging tightly to the large shield in his hand, truly wouldn't move from his spot.
He had to make a decision, and he had chosen this path; whether he would have chosen the same option if he knew he would lose both his arms in the end is unknown, but judging by his screams right now, he wasn't very pleased with his situation.
"I told you just a moment ago that if the swords weren't crappy, I would cut right through; are you deaf or is your brain a bit slow?"
While the blood flowing from his arms, cut right four fingers below his shoulders, painted his body, Naldo, who always drew attention with his cool-headed attitude, was shouting deliriously.
"Stay away from me, don't come, don't come!"
Although tripping over a stone when he took a step back caused him to fall to the ground, the hulking man would continue to flee on his knees.
As a warrior loyal to his duty, he might have been a very valuable person, but he paid the price for his wrong decision heavily. Not much later, before going a few meters, he first fainted because he spilled most of the blood in his body onto the ground, and three breaths later, his eyes closed forever, never to open again.
When the last obstacle between the prey and the hunter was lifted, two pairs of eyes would lock onto each other; although Gregoria had always thought of herself as such a person before, as of this moment, she was busy experiencing what true madness really was.
"Are we left alone? Come on then, let's see who rips apart whom!"
While coming here with the warriors by her side, the beautiful Gregoria had never thought things could turn around in such a moment. Unlike Astute, her uncle had spoiled her by keeping her by his side constantly, and people confronting her had always stepped back knowing this fact.
The beautiful woman, who thought she would burn and destroy everything in her path, was finding an orc with bloody hands and eyes shining with murderous intent in front of her this time; it wasn't possible for her to live this scene even in her wildest dreams.
"I am the niece of the commander of the Hell Realm armies; if you harm a hair on my head, no one can save you!"
Nafız, walking towards her adversary with calm steps, would stop abruptly after these words as if an insurmountable wall appeared in front of her; it was as if someone had wrapped her tightly and left her weak enough not to even move a finger.
Gregoria's desperate facial expression changed immediately; she thought to herself, 'everything is just as I guessed'.
From her point of view, a savage orc couldn't have killed her brother; there had to be a power other than their own civilization behind the events.
Judging by the techniques and weapons the orcs used, this supporter had to be the Holy Blood Sect, which the Black Lily Clan considered certain to displace within a year.
Now, when she mentioned her uncle, who had a high position within her own clan, this pawn was confused about what to do in fear, unintentionally confirming all the doubts in the young girl's mind.
Gregoria was in exactly these thoughts when laughter that would make the entire battlefield groan was heard; unlike her, Nafız, the owner of the blood-curdling laugh, had just continued walking towards her.
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
Although the young girl didn't understand what was happening, she continued speaking to protect herself.
"My uncle is a third-level soul warrior; he won't leave a single one of you alive!"
The formerly fierce commander, who started taking small steps backward, had practically turned into a chastised cat in these moments.
"My Black Lily Clan..."
Gregoria was just about to hurl another threat when her words would be cut short this time because inside the mouth she opened to shout, there were now an orc's hands.
"You talk too much!"
Nafız, who had to listen to the whining of a spoiled girl while expecting a bloody struggle, said only two words while ripping the tongue she held out of her adversary's throat.
After this event, the young girl felt a great void inside her mouth; the tongue that had been with her since birth and which she never refrained from using roughly was no longer in its place.
"Stand aside and watch the massacre my friend is committing; maybe then you will understand whom you are facing!"
Nafız, flinging her aside like a rag with a kick she landed on the young girl's sternum, would turn her eyes to Alyon, who was shedding blood in a trance-like state.
"What kind of monsters are these!"
One was spreading terror in a trance, and the other was watching those who were finished, but there was one person on the battlefield who had dropped everything and was following only them.
Since Fox commander Jurij gave all his attention to these two people unlike the others fighting, he hadn't missed any of the events taking place.
Especially seeing Nafız take down the two commanders, who came to their gates with a triumphant air at the head of their armies, almost without exerting any effort, the old man's chest tightened, and he couldn't breathe for a while.
Although the choice he made was forced, after what he saw, the Fox Commander was quite pleased with this situation; the shine of the bright future at the end of the road opening before him would cause his visage, dulled by the suffering of years, to shine even for a moment.
"Your daddy Alyon is here, make way, you cowards!"
Turning back inside the walls, an orc warrior swinging his axe madly in the front and mercenaries numbering over thirty thousand behind him had started a relentless raid on their enemies.
They were like a swarm of locusts diving into a field that could be the symbol of abundance with the full appearance of wheat ears; what remained in the places they passed were only the dead bodies of the Black Lily warriors.
Alyon, turning the besieging army upside down with the help of the second level of his lineage power, seemed as if his entire body was covered with blood armor while walking towards his friend with slow steps under the red shield above them.
This situation wasn't unique to him either; only eyes scorching with ambition and ruthlessness were seen in the mercenaries fighting alongside him.
"Is this how it is now? Didn't I tell you to leave this one to me?"
While kicking the corpse that lost both arms, the hulking orc spoke in a tone reproaching his friend; Alyon resented that the opponent he had set his eyes on died before he came.
"He went down in the confusion, I swear; I told him to move, but he didn't get out of my way!"
Raising both shoulders up and opening her hands as if saying 'what could I do', Nafız was adding the naivety of embarrassment to her words, contrary to the mischievous smile she planted on her face.
"He was a hell of a tough guy, what a pity!"
Casting one last look at the dead body almost his own size, Alyon turned to the beautiful girl watching them from the side.
"You haven't killed this one; or did you leave her for me as dessert?"
Seeing his friend's intention was not good, Nafız would get between the two like lightning.
"Whoa whoa, we need the wayside beauty. We will use her to entrap her uncle!"