When the compound composite bow appeared in her hands, Nafız had just finished her words; after taking down the few soldiers remaining in the towers, she took the crowd gathered around Alyon as her target.
These moments were perhaps the most critical turning point of the struggle they were waging; the resistors needed to be urgently destroyed so that the surrendered soldiers wouldn't get morale and change their minds.
The resistors would largely lose their mobility within the sphere of influence of the hulking orc's lineage power; when arrows coming like rain were added to the bear taking a life with every claw strike, this time they were changing their minds quickly.
Those who hadn't died yet wanted to throw down their weapons and surrender, but what they didn't know was that they were already too late for this action.
If they had complied with those who surrendered first, maybe they could have had a chance; the moment they continued their actions, their tickets were punched. Leaving them alive now could be perceived as weakness by many.
The attacking trio didn't allow this; they finished off all of them as quickly as they could.
"Take these and handcuff each other!"
When the commotion ended, Nafız came next to her friends who had finished the close combat and stood in the middle of the surrendered soldiers. She would take out more than a hundred purple alloy handcuffs from her inter-spatial ring and throw them on the ground; at the same time, different ideas came to the minds of some prisoners after the words she said.
Alyon and his bear were in an untouchable position in their eyes due to both their bulk and the deadliness of their strikes, but why would they be afraid of the frail female orc who tactlessly came right into their midst?
They had all seen her attacking with her bow; maybe she could be an unstoppable shooter from a distance, they were witnesses to how her arrows found the target accurately with every shot. Due to her arrogance, if she hadn't walked among them, it wouldn't be possible for them to reach her, but now she had fallen into their palms by herself.
"Let's catch her!"
"Let's take her prisoner; we can blackmail the other orc with this!"
When a group started whispering among themselves, faint glimmers of the courage they had lost were slowly settling in their eyes; if they captured the female orc, they could reverse the whole scene.
"Attack!"
Finally, the moment their patience ran out, complying with the voice of a dominant character among them, more than twenty people sped toward Nafız from all four sides.
This was the last resistance of those who had to bow their heads; apart from the female orc, who was their target, hearing the entire plan, there was no flaw in the action they took.
"Die!"
Nafız, who generally kept her weapons in the transport ring made by Mora's father, would use the equipment on her wrists this time; when the two blood-red daggers shooting out reached a length of three spans, she also bent her knees and spun a full circle on her own axis.
While her enemies had come almost next to her, the female orc making this attack hadn't taken more than a breath.
Those running toward her suddenly were nailed to the spot as if they were frozen; let alone taking a step forward, they couldn't even move their eyebrows.
"Will you do what I say now, or do you want to die like these retards?"
Those who hadn't gotten up from the ground were watching the event taking place before their eyes with meaningless looks; although they didn't understand what was going on, with the coming warning, they flinched as if cold steel touched their napes.
They wouldn't be able to come out of the captivity of this feeling for a long time; as the upper torsos of their standing friends fell to the ground one by one, the fear inside them would make them groan in its grasp, increasing every time.
Seeing that they didn't have a chance like questioning her words twice, the soldiers started doing whatever was said; the tendency to take orders, which was in their nature, had quickly shown its effect in the face of a great power.
"Pehlivan, you stay as a sentry at their head; Alyon, you come with me!"
Leaving the power animal at the head of the soldiers who finished handcuffing themselves, the hulking orc came next to a single-story windowless hut following his friend, whom he tagged along with.
"Alyon, breathe; we will take out whoever is inside!"
Nafız wasn't talking long; every second passing was very important for the people about to die inside.
When she reached out her hand and tried to open the door quickly, the female orc, unable to achieve her goal, had started shouting, first surprised, then raising one eyebrow into the air.
"Open the door, I am here!"
When she gave them the task, she didn't quite believe they could realize this, but apparently, the survivors inside had at least managed to reinforce the door.
When the wooden door opened accompanied by creaks, the person she gave responsibility to at the very front welcomed them; since he recognized her voice, he had opened the door without causing difficulty.
"Outside is safe now; those who can walk on their own should empty this place immediately!"
The people, unable to believe what they heard, hadn't given any reaction even though a period of five breaths passed; obviously, someone needed to shock them in this situation.
"Get out, damn it!"
Although Nafız acted softly toward these people because she had witnessed what happened inside earlier, the same wasn't valid for the bear-like orc next to her. Understanding his friend's haste, Alyon shouted harshly at those in hesitation with a tone of voice that would make the hearts of those who heard it jump.
This outburst was enough for them to come to their senses; even if with the trembling of a leaf trying to hold onto its branch in autumn winds, they slowly abandoned the windowless hut.
One of the two friends entering right after them would quickly start checking the condition of the prisoners lying on the ground, but the situation of the other was strange; in these moments, it seemed like it was Alyon's turn to freeze.
"Nafız, what happened here!"
The floors were full of corpses; this scene, which would be enough to terrify a normal human, wasn't scaring the gray-haired orc who had been killing people since he was born; what took his breath away was the condition of the tortured people.
Bodies crucified, limbs broken by being tied onto giant wooden wheels, smelling of burnt flesh were all over the place; wherever he turned his head, a completely different tableau of savagery greeted him.
"There is no time for this, Alyon; we need to take those breathing and get out of here quickly!"
For those living on the Orc Steppes, war was a lifestyle; taking life and giving life was welcomed naturally like a cycle of nature, but what was done here had no relation whatsoever with this mentality.
Taking a woman into his arms whose breath could barely be heard and whose bones in her body could all be counted by looking from the outside, Alyon ran out with thoughts gnawing at his brain.
Right behind him was Nafız carrying a small child whose hands and feet were cut off; the heartbreaking sounds of the cauterized flesh of the child who lost all his limbs were still fresh.
"Make way!"
The state of the child she pulled out from under the bodies of a few adults had made the female orc's heart ache; when she waved her hand rapidly toward the area emptied by those who could walk, many turtle shells filled with liquid would suddenly appear.
"Alyon, we will lay those we took out from inside into Dilber's healing water!"
The gray-haired orc confirmed by nodding his head; in these moments when words lost their meaning, his only goal was also to bring more wounded here.
The two friends entered and exited the windowless hut so many times that even they couldn't remember the count; after a while, some of the people who could pull themselves together started accompanying them.
As for the rest, they were crying with sobs; they hadn't even been able to digest yet that they had been able to get out of this hell where they prayed to die as soon as possible, having given up hope of salvation. While the sunlight they had longed for for a very long time burned their eyes, they were crying ceaselessly.
When finally the last person who could breathe was laid into the healing water, the air had started to darken slightly; at the same time, a transparent drop glided gently down from the sky. The drops, heralding the downpour with their slowly increasing numbers, were falling on the entire outpost; even the skies hadn't been able to remain silent to these events.
They had sent the rain to purify all filth; at the point where people crying until their tear ducts dried up were exhausted, it was as if they had taken over this sacred duty.
After Nafız looked inside one last time from the open door of the hut, she threw a tube appearing in her hand inside furiously; the brightness spread by the elixir turning into flame with a flash as soon as it touched the dead bodies was dazzling.