"Protect the Elite Ten!"
"Push the enemies back!"
The Orc Steppes Army was gathering around ten orcs they saw as their leaders; this was the only goal of the army that had stopped hand-to-hand combat now.
Two effects descending at the same time had made them take this decision; disregarding their own lives, they were trying to protect the people who would serve as detonators in the development of their lineage.
"Would you look at those wretches? What are they after while they can't even manage to protect themselves?"
Severo was the person enjoying the course of events most; his laughter accompanying the harsh expression rising from his face was ringing in the headquarters of the Army of Four Civilizations.
"I wouldn't look at the event like that at all!"
The long-haired man could have understood if these words came from enemy ranks, but when the High Architect right next to him spoke, he couldn't hold himself back.
"What do you mean!"
"Let me explain like this, what do you do if someone is above you? You either work hard to surpass them, or wait for them to fall, right?"
Hank, summarizing the ideas implicitly, wouldn't continue so that the morale of warriors around him wouldn't fall, but all commanders had understood what he meant.
Orc warriors were trying to form almost a shield of flesh because they didn't want the Elite Ten, who were in a difficult situation, to fall. This was a situation that others struggling with unending intrigues among themselves couldn't understand easily.
Generally, the first reaction a human would give when they came to such a state would be fear, and the entire Army of Four Civilizations, from its commander to its lowest warrior, was feeling this.
"Get out of my way, filthy creatures!"
"We must be quick my love, we need to catch number five before he escapes!"
The orc warrior possessing Golden Chakrams had been retreating since his power fell; although he had been dealing with two people who were his natural enemies since the beginning, the latest events had disturbed the balance irreparably.
Fortunately, his kinsmen had come to his aid in a short time, but this wasn't producing good results for them at all.
"Hold on!"
This was the best advice they could give to each other; although the last orc uttering the word was torn apart as a result of the wind attack exploding on his body, the next one could say the same word without fear.
Black Lily warriors had specialized in wind-based attacks; although they had the power to fight with higher-level ones since they could parry Chakrams easily, they had chosen Number Five.
The warrior of the Elite Ten wasn't refraining from making attacks, but to no avail; while his power decreased, the enemy's increased, and this situation condemned him only to defend.
The biggest slaughter was experienced in the place where the group battle was given; six warriors who were members of the Special Unit were mowing down orcs intervening to protect their kinsmen like mowing grass.
While deep marks started to form on the shell of the large land turtle which was Number Nine's power animal, Number Ten, constantly changing places by stepping on his swallows, was firing his arrows incessantly.
Birds in the sky were power animals of the orc applying the Orc Trinity technique; Number Ten, who could continue everything he could do on land in the air as well in this way, was struggling desperately so to speak.
The power animal of the person trying to resist with his metal whips from the trio had also joined the war; perhaps the one forcing the enemy most was this metal mole attacking at the most unlikely place by advancing underground.
By ensuring the team scattering death on orcs felt constantly uneasy and on alert, it was tiring them mentally even if not physically.
Nothing different was happening in the other group conflict either; Number Eight, whose speed dropped along with his power, would rely on his power animal to compensate for this.
Using the agility of the mouse as big as himself on whose back he lay, he was trying to do his best by wandering among other warriors going on the attack together with the Special Unit.
The spear genius orc, with whom he fought shoulder to shoulder since the beginning, was everyone's target; four Special Unit members unable to reach Number Eight due to his speed had concentrated all their attention on him.
"Damn it, why hasn't this guy weakened at all!"
The young architect who was a citizen of the Machine Empire would swear with a grudge; although they received a blessing increasing their powers, they still couldn't bend the man standing upright like his spear.
"Push, surely he will fall weak!"
The other two architects in the team were very hopeful in the face of this situation contrary to logic; according to the rational perspective, it wasn't possible for the abnormality experienced to last long.
Scientists making inferences according to the data in their hands were mistaken; they were skipping the condition they didn't know and which brought the situation to this state.
They lacked the secret of the orc warrior swinging the weapon in his hand incessantly inside thousands of warriors; their surroundings were so crowded that it wasn't possible for them to see the fate of warriors dying by drying up moment by moment.
Yes, in the area they were in, people belonging to their own armies were perishing as if all vitality was drained from their bodies in a way whose reason was unknown. It wasn't possible for those unable to notice them to see the one responsible for this job either.
The leech the size of a hand would return gently after its last hunt and enter inside Number Eight's armor. It was giving the life force it stole from its victim to its owner falling more tired every second; here was the secret of the Elite Ten warrior being able to endure despite the weakening effect.
Whereas how ashamed he was of himself when he first saw his Power Animal; while he was the chosen warrior of his lineage, a leech the size of a hand representing him had ensured he couldn't sleep for days.
Although his idea changed as they fought together, Number Eight never forgot those days; the oath he took that he would never doubt himself again and wouldn't be ashamed of those from himself was still ringing in his ears.
Actually, he wasn't the biggest disappointment for the Army of Four Civilizations. Number One, whom the disciples of the Lands of Light chose as a target, was standing without moving even a step from his place with his calmness at the first moment without showing the slightest sign of weakness.
"Grow and destroy, ten thousand prisoners!"
Whenever his enemies took superiority, the orc warrior was releasing another wild creature soul wave from inside his totem; even his shield preventing attacks made from afar wasn't showing signs of strain.
Although the Elite Ten somehow maintained their existence after the two techniques descending on the battlefield, the remaining orc warriors were busy living hell on earth.
The Elite Unit of one hundred and twenty thousand people had started to reveal their differences with the support they received; the front intended to be kept as a line had been breached long ago, and orcs gathering at a certain point to protect their kinsmen had become open targets for slaughter.
"The course of this business is not good at all!"
Wind of Death, looking at the battlefield experiencing dramatic changes before even ten minutes passed, was worrying on behalf of the fate of warriors coming here with her order.
"Master, I want your permission to join the war!"
Bookworm wouldn't be able to remain unresponsive either; the uneasiness he experienced while waiting for the decision Nafız would make together with his son standing one step behind him was spreading from him in waves.
"I don't want you to take action early but!"
Nafız hadn't completed her words when some special people inside the Orc Steppes Army would feel something; the female orc could also perceive this change experienced only by those having blood ties.
"Did he decide to take action?"
Çekiçdöven, leading his warriors with his broad-bladed great sword on the battlefield, had felt that Khan, from whose eyes bloody tears started to flow in his tent in the middle of the Orc Steppes, started to push his limits.
Together with him, all his family and Nafız, who applied a technique on him in his infancy, were also aware of the situation; no one knew what the price of using his ability on such a large scale on lands he didn't dominate fully would be.
At moments when no other option remained, everyone set about waiting for what would happen; when his effect intensifying moment by moment moved to cross the one-hundred-meter border of the settlement, all breaths were held.
They were so focused on the madness Khan would try that they weren't aware one of them was almost about to step onto the battlefield.