"What's happening, Dimitar? It looks like there's confusion in the enemy ranks."
The people inside the headquarters were also witnessing the event putting the siege units on alert; this event, taking place while they were defending hopelessly, was met with joy and astonishment.
"I don't know, looking at the movement of their forces, they are dealing with an attack coming from their rear!"
The Fox Jurij was listening to his assistant's words with curiosity; although a possibility appeared in his head, he didn't even dare to think about it without being completely sure.
"It's him, the Boss Orc is tearing the place apart!"
Since Jurij and Dimitar were in the command echelon, naturally, they were positioned a bit further back from the front; the moment they heard the shouting of one of the soldiers at the front, their hearts would jump.
The situation was fiery enough to make the soldier fighting at the very front of the defense line shout in excitement; Alyon, savagely swinging his new weapon which he gripped tightly by its metal handle, had flung the torn bodies of more than ten enemies surrounding him into the air.
Although those inside the headquarters had just seen this scene, actually, this was what had been happening since the graying-haired hulking orc stepped onto the front.
Flying limbs accompanied every attack; Alyon, taking his new weapon in hand, was bringing death along with him wherever he stepped.
"Now I'm even more curious, what happened to this guy in the dungeon? Since he came out, he's looked like death warmed over, but look at him now, shredding people like a terminator!"
A thousand and one thoughts were running wild in the mind of one of the duo walking behind the hulking orc clearing the path by smashing through; the image formed was very absurd. Contrary to the tableau of savagery taking place just ten steps ahead of them, an orc and a human were as calm as if they had gone for a stroll in the meadows.
"Die!"
Seeing this, the soldiers of the siege forces didn't want to miss the opportunity; a Black Lily warrior, having transferred his soul power to the sword in his hand, had attacked Nafız from the side.
Timing, speed, technique, everything was perfect in this attack; the poor bastard's only mistake was choosing the wrong person from the duo.
While there was one step distance to his target, he would freeze; a coal-black dagger, whose glint he could only catch out of the corner of his eye, had cut his throat.
"I'm thinking about some things, don't even think about disturbing me!"
After words coming out of her mouth as a murmur, Nafız would release her aura, honed with the blood of thousands of people, without holding back. The enemy forces surrounding them were involuntarily retreating; a voice inside them had whispered that they shouldn't mess with this person.
"You come with me, if you stay here they'll pick you off badly!"
The aura making the siege forces step back had also affected the poor Ainle; the weak druid was nailed to the spot, sweating bullets.
When Nafız grabbed the young man's arm for him to follow her, something else happened. Alyon in front of them had struck such a blow that some corpses turned into meat jelly were flung backward, right onto them.
"Alyon! Hit with the sharp side of that weapon, we're covered in internal organs!"
While Ainle was cleaning the intestines wrapped around his neck off himself screaming, Nafız was scolding Alyon, who didn't take a break even for a breath from the slaughter he was committing.
The gray-haired orc, clearing his surroundings with a final swing, would lay his new weapon on his broad shoulders and carry it on his back before turning to where the voice came from.
Since he was the number one responsible party for the experienced savagery, his current appearance was as if a bucket of blood had been poured over him from his head down. His weapon, which could be considered large even for him, was radiating a dark air in defiance of the sunlight shining on it.
Just its handle was almost as tall as an adult orc; it was impossible for a normal human to grasp this piece of metal having the same thickness as Alyon's wrist.
Whatever Abarran thought while designing this weapon is unknown, the part that would strike the enemy harbored two different features at the same time.
One side had a large axe head; this part, having a curve that would make the crescent moon appearing in the sky on dark nights jealous, was sharp enough to easily cut a person just by touching.
On the other side of this part attached to the magnificent handle, there was a huge hammer head; this part, as big as a human head, looked very much like the tools used to pound meat.
Thanks to the indentations and protrusions on its four-cornered surface, it ripped off and threw away everything it contacted, encountering not the slightest resistance while smashing its enemies' bones to smithereens.
"Let me off the leash today, Nafız, I want to fight until I can't think of anything!"
As soon as his speech ended, Nafız, looking behind Alyon who threw himself towards his enemies rushing upon him, just smiled; apparently, there was no need for her to worry about him today.
The enemy headquarters, panicking as a result of just a single orc causing this much chaos, was also experiencing times at least as active as the front itself; the faces of the commanders listening to the incoming reports with expressions of disbelief were as ugly as if they had eaten pig shit.
"What kind of nonsense is this!"
"It was just a single person, how can he not be dealt with!"
"Don't let the besieged units hear about this!"
Inside the tent, while the strange event occurring was discussed on one side, at the same time, orders that needed to be transmitted to the front were being carried via messengers.
"Would you calm down a bit?"
Amidst all the confusion, a resonant male voice had cut the environment like a knife; practically all sounds were evaporating and mixing into the air under his pressure.
"Whatever the given task is, it will be fulfilled, but my advice to you is to achieve this without me getting involved, otherwise Lord Galeno will be forced to learn everything that happened!"
The arrogant Alano was intimidating those around him with an attitude befitting him; not even bothering to open his eyes while doing this ensured the commanders older than him turned red from anger.
"Do not worry, young warrior, everything will be over soon!"
When the man springing from his place with fury went out of the tent, he let out a war cry that could be heard easily even from the besieged headquarters.
All soldiers belonging to the siege forces, especially those attacking Alyon, had stopped after this event; they were slowly retreating to put a safe distance between themselves and their enemies.
"This cry, it means they went far enough to bring even that maniac here!"
"Whom are you talking about, commander Jurij!"
Although Dimitar was surprised at the state of his superior whose words came out trembling, he didn't hesitate to direct the question in his mind.
"Mad Dog Igor! Since the psychopath who is seen only in places where great wars happen has taken action, it means our chance of survival has decreased considerably!"
The moment he heard the name Mad Dog Igor, a tremor had taken over Dimitar's body; it was impossible for a member of the Grey Hyenas not to know the stories of the owner of this nickname.
This man was one of the few pure-blooded killers the organization possessed; while his past was covered with a veil of secrecy, the acts of savagery he committed were known by everyone.
Igor, taking a murderous pleasure from shedding blood, killed those appearing before him madly regardless of age or gender when he saw red.
This monster sitting silently in a corner since the beginning of the siege had now taken action; whether Alano's arrogant attitudes or the attack Alyon carried out alone attracted his interest is unknown, Mad Dog Igor's fire-spitting eyes were looking for his victim.