"You are here, Curled Mustache, don't hide in vain; look, I even brought the person you were looking for with me!"
Nafız rolled a head she gripped tightly by the hair next to Curled Mustache, who was lying behind the door; the eyes of the man dealing with the blood flowing from his nose almost popped out when he realized who this unclaimed head belonged to.
When the outpost commander was summoned to their main headquarters in the Wild Swamp with an urgent order, only a single person with the same authority as him had remained at this military base; unfortunately, the one looking at him with lifeless eyes right now was also the same person.
After leaving the hut resembling hell, the female orc had put the big shots on her target list; first, she headed towards the houses guarded by numerous soldiers.
Maybe due to luck or the sharpness of her premonitions, in the first house she entered, she found one of the two assistant commanders sitting up in his bed, groggy with sleep. The result of this encounter had been determined long ago; Nafız had neither the intention nor the means to waste time.
Bursting directly into Markov's room without dealing with the sentries, Nafız separated his head from his body; since the poor man died without even finding the opportunity to make a sound, his eyes had been open until now.
"You are thirsting for death; my Gray Hyena Organization will make you pay!"
The man with the curled mustache was well aware of the situation; the reason behind his falsely tough outburst was an attempt to save himself by mentioning the name of the organization he was affiliated with.
"Gray Hyena, huh! found you on the ground while searching for you in the sky!"
This threat, which would be the most logical move to make at another time, meant that if you were facing Nafız, you had signed your own death warrant with your own hand.
"Insolent, I will tear you to piec..."
"Sir!"
The commander with the curled mustache, uttering words inversely proportional to the situation he was in, had to cut his speech short due to the shout of his soldier trembling behind him with teeth chattering.
"Frail female orc, two coal-black daggers!"
Unable to withstand the tremors in his body any longer after finishing his words, the young soldier collapsed onto his two knees with a loud noise; the reason for this was that he had finally figured out the identity of the person he had been watching since the door was broken.
Although not in the command echelon, since he was the orderly of Curled Mustache, he had the chance to read the messages coming to the outpost. The reason he was in this state right now was news related to the war that took place on the Orc Steppes two years ago.
The devil mentioned in the message was currently standing opposite them, directing her bloody eyes at them; it wasn't the time to tolerate the commander's unnecessary speeches.
"The Blood God Nafız, I beg you, spare my life!"
After three words came out of the young soldier's mouth, it was as if the room's temperature suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees; while the mocking expression on the face of the commander lying on the ground slowly faded, his hand reached toward the necklace around his neck like lightning.
"You are not running anywhere!"
While Nafız said these, Curled Mustache had already grasped the shiny yellow stone and squeezed it for dear life; this looked similar to the escape jewel the fifth demon used. Although its size and brightness couldn't even come close to that one, obviously it would serve to whisk its owner away a short distance in case of danger.
"When I return, you will beg me for death!"
Before turning into a beam of light, the commander trying to turn his escape into a glorious retreat had spoken insolently.
Upon this move of the enemy, not a single muscle twitched on the female orc's face; only when she hit the ground with her right hand could a slight smile barely be discerned.
"Blood Dome!"
From under the hand touching the floor, symbols were scattering in all four directions as if lava spewed by a volcano; these symbols, accelerating towards the sky as soon as they crossed the house's boundary, would merge at the top to form a red shield.
At that moment, the inside of the shield surrounding the commander's residence had turned into a completely different world; sludge as if wanting to prevent those stepping on the ground from moving, the sky only blood-red.
Alyon had also witnessed this event along with the whole camp; while those other than him were experiencing the astonishment of what was going on, Pehlivan and the hulking orc on him were shouting crazily.
"I will chop all of you to pieces, damn it!"
Witnessing his friend apply blood techniques for the first time, Alyon was terribly pumped up; while he stopped fleeing and challenged them, the power animal he dismounted from also fixed its eyes on the soldiers surrounding them.
"Kill him!"
"Slaughter that filthy orc!"
Faced with the gray-haired orc's words directed at them, the soldiers would start an all-out attack; while the chase they had been doing for a while had already frayed their nerves, they couldn't tolerate the words of an orc who had not an ounce of value in their eyes.
"Very good, come to daddy!"
Leaning his back against the power animal, there wasn't even a tiny bit of worry inside Alyon in these moments; he had a daring appearance like in the days when the blood in his veins flowed wildly.
While these were happening in the wide square of the outpost, a completely different scene was taking place inside the Blood Dome; the female orc had come next to the soldier collapsed on the ground in fear and was looking at Curled Mustache trying to pierce the shield.
Although it would make her lose time, Nafız hadn't wanted to kill this man; while wrapping the young soldier's hands with a blood whip, she patiently waited for the effect of the Escape Jewel to end.
When Curled Mustache appeared approximately twenty breaths later, the patience of the female orc who was after him was also slowly running out; finally, when the time came, a blood whip shot out at the speed of light and wrapped around the enemy's neck, practically whispering the song of death into its victim's ear while bringing him to the bottom of its owner's feet.
"You two sit here obediently; I have a small job I need to handle."
When the Blood Dome disappeared, a weak shadow shot out from inside; while advancing toward where the loud noise spread in waves to the environment, she was also examining the surroundings.
Even if she managed to imprison Curled Mustache inside the Blood Dome, currently she couldn't use the technique well enough to apply it to cover the entire outpost.
Fortunately, Alyon had managed to provoke all soldiers other than those his friend killed; almost all towers had emptied, mobilized to kill the orc fighting alongside his bear.
"Die!"
A soldier had shouted accompanied by curses while swinging his long spear toward Pehlivan; his hatred was great for the bear shaking his comrade's body like a rag in its mouth, half of whom it tore off in one bite.
"Clang!"
The face of the soldier, thinking he would get results from his sneaky attack, would turn white as a result of his weapon shattering upon colliding with claws shining like diamonds under the sun; was it possible for him not to be afraid, now this creature slaughtering humans like a grinder had already fixed its eyes on him.
Indeed, Pehlivan lunged forward with an agility unexpected from his bulk and took a big bite out of the soldier with his mouth opened wide.
One eye of the person receiving the blow opened wide in astonishment as if denying what happened to him, for the other eye that should have been in his body was looking at him from between the giant bear's teeth.
Like his power animal, Alyon had also gotten into the mood; while using his lineage power unsparingly, a simple axe was taking lives in his hand like the Grim Reaper's scythe.
When the surroundings of the two bears started to fill with corpses, the number of people flocking onto them was also decreasing dramatically; every friend of theirs falling in front acted almost as a deadly warning for the forces waiting in the back.
Somehow, with the sound of a young soldier's weapon falling to the ground unable to handle the pressure created by the situation, others followed him too.
A small number of soldiers hadn't given up the struggle; apparently, they were people who had spent their years on battlefields; they would prefer dying fighting rather than surrendering.
"We have respect for everyone's choice; let's realize your desire then!"