Both the two Water Element and two Earth Element users raised their staffs into the air a breath before the thick, greasy hair, turning into a net to cover the sky, landed on their bodies. On one side appeared a dome-shaped structure made of stone, and on the other, an aqueduct pushing the hair back.
The mages possessing the same element dominion formed a team among themselves; despite her skill specializing in imprisoning, blocking, and killing by wrapping practically like a snake, General Hair was helpless against them.
It would be a great injustice to say the Druid mages only did a good job in terms of defense. General Hair couldn't comfortably step on the ground; the floor had turned into an enemy that could make a deadly attack on her at any moment.
She wasn't comfortable while fighting in the air using her hair either; water was invaluable for defense, but it could also be used for offensive purposes. Water, turning into the sharpest thing on earth when thinned enough, could also bring destruction by coming in waves.
General Hair had been doomed to the fate her other two counterparts experienced, but she wasn't thinking of giving up. They had managed to rise from among hundreds of thousands of people and reach this point; of course, they wouldn't fade into silence without playing their last trump cards, but the Northern Part of the Golden City practically resembled a graveyard right now.
The two members of the Dynasty Family, however, were advancing in front of tens of thousands of people running in this graveyard. As husband and wife, even though they had been warriors back to back in many battles before, even as enemy sides in one of them, the situation they were in this time was entirely different.
Since they knew the area they were advancing in was conquered by the Companions of Light, they thought some traps could have remained behind even if their owners had died. Ultimately, there was a father they blackmailed using his son's life, and this man hated them to his bones.
Had she been in another army, she should have allowed the Volunteers to follow them from behind, even a few hundred steps behind, and open the way, but according to Orc Custom, the strongest had to undertake this duty. If she descended onto the battlefield, it was inevitable for the mighty one to lead.
"Stop!"
Wind of Death shouted before raising her right hand into the air, and out of the darkness, two shadows passed from where her head would be a step later. Her husband had seen this too; taking the sword Nafız gave as a wedding gift in his hand, he turned towards the direction the attack came from.
"All units, forward! Capture the camp of the Companions of Light society members and rebuild it as a temporary base! No one will stay behind, this is an order!"
It was hard for ordinary orc warriors to leave their commanders behind and advance; they could only do this following a strict order. When they took action, the ground began to shake again; when they ran, they looked mighty enough to destroy everything coming their way.
"You are the one who wounded my brother and my father, right? I sent the others away, I will deal with you!"
After the Commander-in-Chief of the Orc Empire Armies finished her words, she turned around and saw two men looking at her there. Her husband and the other orc warrior nicknamed Boss were still standing in their places; they had no intention of obeying the order.
"What did I tell you? Join the others immediately!"
Wind of Death roared; the words, caught in the pull of the storm created by her voice, reached the ears of their addressees in the duration of a blink, but at the same time, something else had appeared at the base of her neck.
"You son of a bitch!"
The giant axe, possessing a sharp edge on both sides, spun a full circle on Wind of Death's back; the pitiful wail metal made when hitting metal was moving away to reunite with the shadows. Succeeding wasn't a hard task; the clouds passing in front of the moon seemed to have surrendered this night to darkness, save for short intervals.
"Honey, I won't leave you! We will fight together!"
Hammerforged made a move towards the part of his wife open to attack and shielded it with his body. This brave orc, the son of Ironforged, perhaps didn't possess superior powers like his wife, perhaps his rank was far below hers, but no one could underestimate him when it came to sacrifice.
"I can't miss the chance to measure up to the person who took one eye and one arm of the great orc chief Alyon. Creature calling yourself the Seventh Apostle, your opponent is me!"
Boss was aware of the enemy's identity; he wanted to fight the adversary who managed to inflict great losses on the person standing at the top of the orc society. This was what being an orc was like; there was nothing more normal than spending endless life for the sake of ambitions.
"Boss, this is not a matter concerning you! Continue and lead the others, just like you always wanted!"
Wind of Death was aware of the ambitions of the man she had to fight during the Sand City days, or she didn't even know she actually had no idea about this matter. Even so, the Seventh Apostle, the true child of the darkness, wasn't standing idle; he continued to attack the three victims caught within his natural living space from all directions.
"Don't talk as if leading the others is my ultimate goal, you don't even know who I am yet."
When Boss finished his words, steam rose from his body; his green skin slowly began to turn red, while the whites in his eyes began to be covered with intense black. The husband and wife, who could only see the crater formed when he stepped his right foot on the ground when he got steps away, could understand he caught the enemy by looking at the spark coming out of his axe.
A crimson trail was ceaselessly advancing inside the black; sometimes swinging to the right, sometimes to the left, but generally forward, he was continuing his chase following the Seventh Apostle. The other two orcs stayed where they were; everything happened so fast that ten seconds later, Boss was steps away.
"Come back, fool! He is drawing you into a trap!"
Wind of Death wasn't an orc warrior who took the title of Commander-in-Chief solely because she was Alyon's daughter. During the Two Year Wars, she had led the orcs protecting their homeland against the invading forces, she had managed to destroy thousands of humans using the conditions of the terrain.
How could she not understand what the Seventh Apostle wanted to do? Was this species of creature, capable of neutralizing even energy attacks, going to be afraid of an axe? Wind of Death, shooting out of her place like an arrow, reached Boss's side amidst the gazes of her husband left behind, and saved him from death with the technique she personally learned from the Third Sheikh of the Holy Blood Cult.
"Watch out!"
When Hammerforged reached the same point a few seconds later, he saw the wound on the arm his wife held her weapon with. It wasn't just this either; the Seventh Apostle, whose job was left unfinished, was making a move towards Wind of Death's throat with his daggers from which black smoke rose.
He didn't stop; he was focused on finishing the job he started before Hammerforged's words reached his loved ones, but one more person wouldn't remain a spectator to what was happening. Swinging his sword a hand-span wide, Hammerforged attempted to meet the black daggers halfway.
It was impossible to stop weapons entirely shaped from Dark Energy with an iron sword. The Seventh Apostle's daggers would first turn into smoke and then reach their target by reshaping, he knew this, but he couldn't just stand there and watch what happened.
When the wide-bladed sword hit the two daggers at the same time, such a sound came out that the groans of the Seventh Apostle got lost among them. An incredible thing was happening; the Dark Energy ignoring physical and elemental barriers was being repelled.
"After all these years, you still continue to cause trouble, Axeforged!"
Hammerforged was the one making the move, but it was certain the person speaking wasn't him. When Wind of Death raised her head and looked at her husband, she saw the person she had lived with for years, with whom she had a child ruling the Orc Nation, but what she heard was the voice of someone else she had heard years ago.