"So, you want to turn into my slave of your own free will?"
"Yes, master, civilizations fall but life is eternal. Once you press the slave seal onto our souls, you will have two important trump cards on the Lands of Light."
The middle-aged man was explaining his benefits enthusiastically; all his demeanor had changed when he came face to face with death.
Nafız approached step by step, she had lowered her weapons and returned to her daily state. She stopped right in front of the father and daughter; the pleasant expression of someone who had gotten exactly what she wanted was practically shining on her face.
"Kneel!"
Maria de León turned to her side helplessly; when she saw the middle-aged man starting to bow, she had to follow him. She had never seen him like this in her life; her mighty father used to bow only slightly even to the leader of their own society.
All eyes on the battlefield were turned to the trio; the mighty disciples of the Lands of Light had knelt before an orc warrior.
Then suddenly, two daggers shot out from Nafız's wristbands; one stabbed into the old man's chest, the other into Maria de León's torso. The middle-aged man screamed in pain; as his daughter's short breaths touched his face, his eyes became bloodshot.
"Who told you I needed two rats like you when I have millions of kinsmen willing to face death at my single word?"
The Blood God didn't wait for an answer; she raised her arms harshly into the air. This was the final ascension for the father and daughter.
"Brave and loyal children of the Orc Steppes, the day is yours. Let the enemy's flesh be your food, their blood your wine. Kill!"
When the blood leaking from their mouths stopped, the father and daughter breathed their last; now it was the turn of the surviving members of the army that came to invade the Wild Swamp.
Nafız didn't hold back; she fought shoulder to shoulder with her kinsmen. From this moment on, seniority and titles lost their importance; the green-skinned beings were shedding blood as if they had become a single body.
Their ambition was great; they had left more than a million of their kinsmen on the battlefield. They struck for their revenge, to honor their deaths, and to show the rest of the world that what was done to the orcs would not go unanswered.
The war, which started with the first lights of the morning, ended when the last human died; the moon was watching the sea of blood from the sky.
"All forces withdraw, feed your power animals!"
Orc and druid warriors returned to the Main Druid Settlement step by step, ignoring the corpses lying on the ground; now the square was left to thousands of strange beings.
While wounds were being dressed, power animals, including Alis and Pehlivan, began to sweep up whatever was there. It went on like this for a whole night; the next morning, nothing remained, including the bones.
The orcs did not separate their kinsmen; mixing with the power animals, they would continue to live in them. In the natural balance of life, they had become almost immortal.
An enthusiastic horn sound was heard; it was a call to assemble. Millions of orcs had taken their places around the giant tent set up on the Main Druid Settlement.
Inside, representatives of the two races and warriors standing in high ranks were sitting opposite each other, discussing the actions they would take following the victory won.
"I need to return to the pyramid, afterwards I will meet with the Great Khan of the Orcs!"
A druid wearing sky-blue shabby clothes spoke lightly; contrary to the tone of his voice, his words were quite heavy. Orcs would turn all their attention to him; their questioning gazes were scanning every centimeter of the young druid's body.
They had seen this person on the battlefield; he was the one who saved their lives more than once. Due to his mysterious personality, the orcs stood distant.
"Do you want me to give a few warriors to your side?"
Alyon was relaxed unlike his kinsmen; he wanted to take precautions against any mishap.
"No need, I will be back by the time you complete your preparations!"
Ainle leaned back calmly; it was very obvious that his plan was ready. After him, Druid and Orc administrators began to get to know each other; a hum was rising from inside the tent. Representatives of the two races, seeing each other for the first time, were rushing as if they wanted to talk about all subjects at once.
"Silence!"
Half an hour passed like this; a sound was coming out of every head until Nafız spoke.
"Our lineages shared a common destiny as eternal and everlasting allies; they were dragged from a state where they ruled the whole world down to slavery."
The Blood God made a harsh entrance; before speaking about the future, those inside the tent needed to learn their history and shake themselves up.
"Orcs were crushing humans under their boots, druids were protecting them with their impenetrable shields. They established tribes together, ruled the lands, and lived freely.
They tormented humans too; there were those who did the same things that are done to us today. They were a minority, but the grudge accumulated, transferred exponentially from generation to generation for centuries. Then, the unity was broken because of the Orc Lord's son; centuries ago, right here, orcs were massacred, druids sacrificed their lives to protect their lineages."
Those who had struggled for their freedom and rights since they were born were dumbfounded after these words; this included not only the inside of the tent but also those outside.
"We managed to save the two continents remaining from the great empire; the time is the time to strengthen our foundation. We must be one again, sharpen our abilities, and protect our lands that we seized within blood, sweat, and tears."
The Blood God's words would put the meeting on an axis; the elders of the two lineages began to work in this direction.
At noon, Nafız, Alyon, and Ainle left the meeting; the leader of the druids set out towards the place where his life changed, towards the great pyramid.
The destination the remaining two orcs would go to was also certain; they needed to retrieve something belonging to Alyon's master.
The orc duo was the first to reach their target among those moving in opposite directions; they were standing in front of a cave whose mouth was closed with dense vegetation.
It was very difficult for anyone other than them to know there was a cave here. The thick-stemmed plants that had sprouted were so dense that not the slightest light leaked out.
The duo gently created a gap just enough for them to pass. Cutting the plants that had served them for all these years didn't even cross their minds.
After the entrance, they came out to the small clearing a short corridor brought them to; the thing that made them come here was in front of them.
"It's late, but I found you!"
When he saw the axe stuck in the rock in front of them, Alyon's eye shone; only the torso remained of the skeleton hanging with it.
"Alyon had been forced to leave it behind after killing this traitor so they wouldn't track him; now the weapon could return home!"
Mora had come to the Wild Swamp continent to hide together with Alyon, whom he encountered while fleeing from those pursuing him; he had killed the Holy Blood Sect warrior who found them in the cave they took refuge in with this axe.
Because of the traitor who left his mark on the weapon with his blood and last life force before dying, Alyon couldn't take his axe with him; the weapon, which didn't attract the attention of others, had been here for more than a hundred years.
"His father's gift to my master, it must return to the Orc Steppes!"
Alyon grasped its handle and pulled out the heirloom; at the same moments, someone else was taking what was left for him.
Ainle had opened the labyrinth with his top speed and arrived in front of the pyramid.
"Return!"
When he extended his hand, the giant structure began to shrink slowly; a few minutes later, it was in a state to fit in the palm of the long-haired druid.
Ainle set out to return without waiting; his direction was the Khan's tent in the middle of the Orc Steppes. Alyon and Nafız were also going to the same place; they wanted to see what the druid, growing moment by moment throughout their journey, was after.
While sitting in his tent, which he moved from where the old Main Orc Tribe was, the Khan suddenly opened his eyes; not a second passed before he was a thousand steps ahead.
Four people were advancing from three separate directions; judging by their speeds, the point they would meet was certain: The Old Main Orc Tribe.
The webs fate wove slowly had come to the knot point; the meeting taking place was pregnant with all kinds of results.