Nafız knew what they would face; judging by the power of the apostle using Dark Energy, the other wouldn't be any less than him. She was confident in herself; she was at ease now for her friend Alyon, who broke free from the chains he was bound by orc emotions for years, but she didn't know what the others would do against the Apostles.
"Then, we can move on to the formation of the army. Wind of Death, my daughter, as the Commander-in-Chief of the Orc Empire, you can announce the order!"
Even though Alyon started to step forward after the godly power he finally obtained, he didn't override his daughter. Wind of Death, who glorified the name of the orc everywhere under her leadership starting with the two-year wars, was the commander-in-chief of this war too.
She stood up from her place next to her father and began to walk on the giant battlefield map laid on the floor a few minutes ago. There was another orc a step behind her; his gazes were locked on his commander's eyes.
"Draw the Golden City!"
With Wind of Death's order, a brush appeared in the hand of the orc warrior lunging forward; the bristles glowing with gold-colored paint began to sweep over the bleached smooth skin. The movements of the orc warrior, swaying and drawing as if having entered a trance, were smooth; he finished drawing the walls of the Golden City within a hundred breaths.
When the last brush stroke landed on the skin, golden yellow walls were rising. The lines were no longer just lines; they turned into walls three hand-spans high from the ground. The walls, with five bastions on them, were the exact replica of the Golden City walls rising right opposite the tent.
While red, yellow, green, blue, and white glimmers began to be seen on the bastions, they were rising in the buildings inside the city. In the northern region, the white light increased gradually, while in the south, gears turning intertwining appeared.
Diamond, gold, and turquoise colored flags were seen in the middle of the walls. The forces of the three great merchant guilds that managed to maintain their existence must be stationed here. Father de Bouillon, the former Third Elder of the Companions of Light Society, was in the north of the city, and those present here on behalf of the Machine Empire were located in the south.
Two large dots appeared on the right and left sides of the ruined tower rising in the middle. One was black, and the other was transparent. Obviously, the Orc Empire spies, who knew about everything, didn't know what the other apostle looked like.
When everything on the Golden City side became clear, Wind of Death gave her order once more; it was time to draw the layout of the Orc Empire Armies. The orc warrior, swinging his brush, first painted the two large areas behind the front.
Even though the two figures rising from within the green and red colors didn't look like anything at first, as the seconds passed, everyone understood who they were. In the south was Nafız, in the north was Alyon; their dimensions were a little over a hand-span, but the aura they emitted was no less than their real selves. The orc warrior working wonders with his brush wasn't just drawing, he was practically copying entirely.
When two figures appeared on Nafız's right, it wasn't hard to guess; her students were taking their place on her side. Bookworm with his purple caftan and Joshua with his blood-red armor were the commanders in the area where their master was.
An orc who was once afraid of even his father's shadow and a boy waiting for death in a cave were now going to command hundreds of thousands of people. Things weren't different on Alyon's side either; his daughter and son-in-law were side by side, as always.
Just as they managed life as husband and wife, they were going to manage the army consisting of their kin too. The figure of Wind of Death was wrapped in wind energy, while Hammerforged glowed with the green life force peculiar to orcs.
What a coincidence that only one of the figures starting to appear in front of the two orc warriors was an orc. The Elemental Ten and Batu were in human form; only Boss resembled the two orcs who were his superiors on the battlefield.
When the commanders of Wind of Death and Hammerforged appeared, eyes turned to the other side. Some figures were coming to life out of the paints there too; the first to appear would be the Elite Ten inside their black leather armors. Right after them, Alis and his wife, members of the Holy Bone Cult, and seconds after them, Master Leonardo and his apprentice appeared.
Just as they thought this side was done, Holzmeister, the resident of the Sand City, and Dona Gracia formed, and the golden glimmer of Dimitri Balsici followed them. The names located under Bookworm and Joshua were quite a lot compared to the other side; the unbalanced distribution didn't escape attention.
Right at this moment, the new figures appearing in the area in the middle of the two sides would be enough to distract attention. The green color glowed with its brightest state on the whole map. The orc group consisting of Kuyag, Wallofwild, and the Nameless Ten were shouting by swinging the axes in their hands.
"Shut your mouths!"
While the gradually increasing battle cries suppressed the atmosphere inside the tent, a blood-red figure screamed. The miniature copy of Nafız gave her order, and the shouting orcs went silent at that moment. Whatever she was in real life, she was the same on the map.
"Look, I liked this job!"
The real Nafız was laughing, but Alyon's one eyebrow was raised. How could his daughter not notice this; he told the orc warrior forming the map to continue. A second later, the brush swung haphazardly towards the front of the Golden City walls, and a color explosion intense enough to make one forget the green glimmer of a moment ago occurred.
"The Volunteers will take place at the front part of the army. While the chain of command, starting with Alyon and Nafız and going downwards, stands in the background with the warriors tied to them, the first attack will be executed by millions of orc warriors present here of their own free will."
Wind of Death, after finishing her words, wanted to look at the faces of those inside the tent and gauge their reactions. There was no problem until the last moment, until she saw the sparks coming out of her father's right eye.
"You don't need to look at me like that, father! As I said, all of those who will fight on the front lines are here of their own free will. Those who don't want to work in the mines, those who want to rise from the quartermaster service, or those chasing after making a name for themselves will fight under the name of Volunteers.
If you think I am being unjust, I will tell you this; all of them will be given a top-quality armor and an axe of the same quality. The rest is entirely up to their talent and luck!"
Alyon, infuriated at first, took a deep breath after his daughter's words. His large torso swelled; the black patch he put in front of his missing eye made him look more terrifying than he had ever been.
"Let it be as you say, but if anyone gets scared and runs away after the battle starts, they won't be punished. Even if they came of their own free will, they will have the most elite units of three civilizations in front of them; they can exercise their right to give up to the end!"
Under normal conditions, the punishment for this behavior was death; an orc warrior stepping onto the battlefield couldn't run away for any reason, but Wind of Death was lifting the rule just for this once. Her father wanted it this way, and she didn't find it right to speak against his word.
After the map was completely formed, there was no more talking; everyone knew what to do. Their enemies were right opposite them; now it was time to act. When it was said that the meeting was over, they gave their greetings, returned to their units and their warriors, and relayed the information they received.
Nafız and Alyon, however, didn't leave the tent. They sent away the orcs waiting to serve them, went to a corner, and closed their eyes. There wasn't much time left until sunrise; it was enough if they slept a little before the battle, like they did in the old days.