The battlefield moved inside the Golden City was like a breathing creature. The struggle ending in one place was continuing catching fire on the other side. Hammerforged had left the control to his father using the Lineage Power's feature, Volition Transfer, and this situation was causing the orc nicknamed Boss to go back to the past amidst the life-or-death battle.
"Axeforged, this is not a matter you can get involved in. Know your place, do not step out of your tent!"
An orc warrior, trying to cover his body with wild animal pelts but not achieving success even this way, was pacing back and forth inside the tent. His axe, which he didn't drop from his hand, was in a corner, and whenever he turned his head to the tent door, he locked eyes with the same man.
"Well then, isn't it your place? Are you going to stay silent to the situation your closest friend has fallen into?"
Axeforged darted forward and wanted to slip past the man guarding the door, but this wasn't possible. Along with the punch he took in the middle of his face, his feet were lifted off the ground.
"If I told you no stepping out of this tent, the matter is closed! You are here until I come back and say you can step out!"
The orc warrior, possessing more than a hand's fingers worth of deep scars on the upper part of his body, turned his back, but he had to look at the other orc on the ground again before a breath passed.
"As if finding out the man whose shadow I followed for years is a coward isn't enough, I hear him telling me not to do anything upon losing my greatest rival. Who are you to give me orders, you loser?"
Axeforged, whose body began to be covered in black mist, put his right hand on the ground and wanted to stand up, but this wasn't possible. The kick of the orc warrior returning from the door hit his jaw; the leather exterior of the tent couldn't withstand this, Axeforged fell to the ground piercing through a few tents this time.
"So that day has finally come. You must also know what will happen to you when it's time for you to rebel against me!"
Warrior's Wrath First Level was coming to life in Ironforged's body. The other orcs seeing him began to flee without even looking behind them, among them was also the person who would later be known as the Great Orc Lord.
Even though he eliminated his older brother with a treacherous plan, he didn't have the power to restrain this man. He released the mechanical swallow he took out of his bosom into the air and began to run towards the outside of the tribe together with a few subordinates surrounding him.
"Are you afraid of these? Did you sell out your friend because of a handful of losers fleeing outside the tribe when they see you? Answer at least one question of mine man, do you think of stopping me with this little power?"
The black pillar rose to the clouds; Axeforged darted forward and targeted his father's face with his right fist. The wolf warrior Ironforged was expecting this; he preferred to take the blow by shielding his head with his left shoulder, but it would be right to say he succeeded in this.
Even if his defense stance wasn't broken, his position had changed quite a bit. He was standing a hundred steps away, and his son was running towards him at full speed. The old orc warrior opened his mouth wide as if wanting to inhale the air in the vicinity. His body filled up, and he darted forward too.
"Chief's Wrath!"
When the fists met in the middle, the ground shook, cracks began to form in the air. Whatever tents were in the vicinity blew up in the air; it was practically as if a bomb had dropped on the greatest tribe of the Orcs.
"Why father? Why, when you have the power to prevent everything?"
Axeforged didn't step back; after the punches he took, he managed to land a strike on his father's torso at the first opening he found. The punch landing on his right flank didn't contain the full power of the orc warrior; he wanted to change the momentum with a counter strike, but as a result of his father falling to his knees, he stood frozen.
"Father, what happened to you?"
Even though he said whatever came to his mouth today, the person kneeling before him was his greatest idol, his childhood hero, and the orc warrior he strived not to lose track of. He was sure this punch couldn't bring him down; it must have been something else.
He looked towards where the blow landed; what he encountered would be a bizarre scar. Despite the superior healing capacity of the orcs, the scar, a hand-span long and three fingers wide, hadn't closed; in fact, black spots caught the eye on the green skin.
Ironforged, sensing his weakness was seen, wanted to cover it by putting his hand there, but the blood flowing from his mouth prevented this. No one was left around them; those who could witness the situation the Warrior Division Leader had fallen into were hiding in the most secluded place they could find out of fear.
"My son, the situation is not as simple as you think. The person who wants Alyon dead is so powerful that even one of his subordinates could reduce me to this state.
The person they call the Master is arranging the World of the Six Civilizations once more according to his own will. There is nothing the likes of us can do; the only thing I can do is protect your life."
Axeforged's fangs pierced through his flesh and advanced all the way to his chin. The orc warrior, unable to control his nerves, was also writhing in the clutches of despair at the same times. Everything was very simple until a few seconds ago, but now what they didn't know was taking him prisoner.
"They haven't set their eyes on you yet; run and hide. Go to the Sand City on the Mercenaries' Home, build a life for yourself there. I will establish a new tribe on the Glacial Region, prevent my wound from worsening, and survive somehow until the time comes. You will do the same; you will manage to live until someone who can oppose the monster called the Master comes!"
As soon as he finished his words, Axeforged lifted his father from the ground, turned his back, and began to run. He couldn't see him in this state anymore; he abandoned his hero until the time he could fight with all his might once more.
More than a hundred years wasn't a short time, but it was a price the orc who took the nickname Boss and fulfilled his father's will could easily pay to see what he was watching right now. His father was fighting in his brother's body and giving the Apostle, who fatally wounded him a long time ago, a really hard time.
"Are you ready to join our family now? Or will you continue to play the part as if you know nothing?"
Axeforged didn't answer Wind of Death calling out to him; he was watching his father thrash the Seventh Apostle. As Abarran's sword shattered the daggers shaped with dark energy, the movements of the Apostle blending into the shadows were slowing down.
Finally, escaping became impossible for him; his scream when he was caught by the arm was cut off within a few breaths. Ironforged, beating the enemy with his fists covered in crimson-black energy, was like a machine; the time between his strikes had decreased so much that his arms looked as if they weren't moving.
Then for some reason he suddenly stopped, stretched his body backward, and landed a hook containing his entire momentum on the Seventh Apostle's face. The Apostle, who always turned into a black shadow and escaped, was flying; this time he was sent flying blending into the darkness not by his own initiative, but due to his enemy's might.
The orcs, understanding he went all the way to the city walls thanks to the sound of collision coming from afar, weren't concerned with him anymore. The reunion of the father and the son he had to lose years ago was going to happen, and this had to be quick because Hammerforged's body couldn't withstand his father's presence any longer.
"Father!"
Boss made a move forward, but his father stopped him by putting his hand on his son's chest. His breath was short, and he could barely open his eyes due to the flowing sweat.
"He is coming; neither my nor your brother's body will be enough to stop him. Unite and resist, otherwise the only thing awaiting you will be death!"
When Ironforged, saying his last words, left the control to his son, the body that had exerted high effort collapsed to the ground. While her husband's body lying unconsciously on the ground was a step away, Wind of Death was looking somewhere else.
She couldn't take her eyes off the Dark Energy beginning to gather at a point in the distance. And it wasn't something to take one's eyes off either; the deep darkness of the night was flocking there, and the surroundings had lit up almost as much as twilight time.