Mora was calling out to the warriors with her voice piercing the calm of midnight. In the moments when the moonlight painted the inside of the Blood Dome a dim red, her appearance was majestic.
"Everyone remaining is now dead! You caused the death of the second Blood Warrior, and your fate has been sealed with him!"
The orcs who had seen and met Nafız were in astonishment. Although her hair was different, the speaker was definitely she, but why had the voice and her attitude changed? She was harsh and arrogant before too, and it took courage to approach her, but this time she was in a completely different state. No matter how similar they were, there was a big difference between the speaking orc and her.
What they heard and saw before was almost like a bad imitation of the person addressing them now. Only now, by comparing it with the natural one, could they understand that these rude attitudes looked awkward on Nafız.
"My Blood WarriorSangre, who has passed through the gates of death, prepare for your final duty! Come to me to take the lives of those who caused the pain you suffered!"
After finishing her words, Mora extended both hands toward the orc lying on the ground with his throat slit. Whatever happened, happened after this; Sangre's lifeless body suddenly began to rise. Blood was gushing from the wound of the orc suspended in the air and flying toward Mora, who was waiting for them with open arms, without wasting time. Starting from her chest, Sangre's blood was sticking to her body; within ten breaths, Mora's entire body was covered with this blood.
"Th.. Th... This is Blood Armor!"
Resbaladizo spoke in fear in the face of what happened. He was witnessing one of the three legendary techniques of the Holy Blood Sect, which he had heard of before but never seen.
"This revenge is yours, Blood WarriorSangre, and it will be taken with a part of you again!"
Mora withdrew the daggers in her wristbands. Turning into a red light, she dove into the crowded orc armies. The long-haired woman was just running without even raising her hand, leaving all the remaining work to Sangre's blood.
The body's control was provided by the Blood Armor. Her first stop would be the Black Lily Clan Elder, who had entered the battlefield accompanied by the giant crow. With a single kick, Mora exploded her enemy's head. After this, she would slaughter the few surviving members of the orcs fighting the Second Army.
The second row was the place where Alyon and Khan were located. The greatest massacre would happen now because almost all of the surviving warriors of the Main Orc Tribe forces were here. The Blood Armor seemed to be alive; whenever she passed by an enemy, she killed them either with her spikes or by taking the shape of a sharp weapon.
She didn't know the meaning of getting tired. She continued her work on this front, which she would end with Siyahayı, with the square-jawed man. The last piece of Sangre cared neither for the begged mercies nor the flowing tears.
Finally, when the day began to send its first lights to the earth, all enemies on the battlefield except Resbaladizo were dead. Mora came to the side of the unconscious Kitapkurdu with slow steps. She understood him very well; alongside a powerful brain and understanding, he had the weakest body the Orc Steppes had ever seen. Due to the pressure on him, it was impossible for him to come to his senses without outside intervention.
Grabbing him by the collar of his bright outfit, she lifted him into the air. Two breaths later, she came to the side of Khan, who was breathing under his mother's protection. This was the exact center of the area where the battle took place; when she looked around, she saw that everyone was watching her.
"Orc warriors, all of you will go outside the Blood Dome. You will wait there until a second order!"
Those who heard the command of the woman whose blood-red hair danced with the wind began to throw themselves out of the bell jar from the nearest place rapidly. They didn't have the courage to be slow; they didn't want to anger someone who slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people alone.
"Elite Ten, Çekiçdöven, Yarmagül, you are staying!"
Mora was speaking briefly and concisely. When the warriors left the Blood Dome, she stroked her right arm and whispered silently.
"Alis, come out!"
A breath later, the tiny white rabbit was in front of her, looking at her with eyes more pathetic than ever.
"Thank you for your help, my little friend. I want to give you this gift so you can complete the blood essences I borrowed!"
At the end of her speech, Mora pointed to the orc corpses lying dead on the ground with her hand. Although no one knew, she had used the blood essences Alis had stored as a result of her previous feedings to keep the Blood Dome standing for this long.
Nafız wasn't aware, but the most important feature of the Power Animal was taking blood essences from the creatures it ate for her to use. The tiny white rabbit, unlike previous times, did not look happy despite seeing so much food. obeying only her instincts, she dove among the orc bodies that had turned into corpses. With her departure, Mora threw two rings appearing in her hand to Yarmagül. In return, she took the unconscious Khan under her other armpit.
"Tell the idiot lying next to you to get on his feet as soon as possible and protect his lands for him until the boy comes back!"
While the mother whose child was taken from her hands looked at her with fearful eyes, she continued her speech.
"For the next two anniversaries, I declare the Glacial Zone Tribe as forbidden lands. Anyone who approaches, regardless of who they are, will be killed! At the end of this period, you can come and take your friends!"
Completing her speech, Mora sped up toward the north with the two orcs she took under her arms. Just as she was exiting the Blood Dome, a voice reached her ear.
"The Blood God, what will become of me?"
Resbaladizo was calling out with his last strength while barely breathing. Mora ignored him; his head, which he had carried for more than a hundred years, was leaving his body before a blink of an eye passed anyway.
She hadn't killed him as she promised. Someone else, a human in Alyon's army, would handle this job. Miloş, with a single and sharp move, cut off Resbaladizo's head. There were tears gliding down his cheek and traces of the pain of losing his greatest enemy in his eyes.
The moment the woman whose blood-red hair grew down to her waist took a step outside the Blood Dome, the structure first began to crack, then shatter into smithereens. Mora was going far away; leaving behind a giant battlefield where many tragedies and massacres had taken place.