"The life essence of The Divine Tree, huh! Tell me a little about this!"
When she raised a single eyebrow as if to indicate that what she heard piqued her interest, the young soldier opposite her quickly started telling Nafız everything he knew to ingratiate himself.
"Sir, according to what I heard, when the Orc Lord was poisoned and killed by his own brother a hundred years ago, the Wild Swamp remained defenseless. The four civilizations on earth started invading the continent together with the orcs, who had been allies of the Druids since the beginning of history!"
"Cut the history lesson short; tell me what all these people want!"
The poor soldier, getting carried away, was almost going to start the subject from the time he suckled milk from his mother.
"There is a large tree right in the middle of the Wild Swamp continent; this tree is also the source of the shield protecting the last Druid settlement right now. More precisely, the life essence said to be inside its trunk; this object, which initially powered a shield surrounding the entire continent, has come to protect only a small area as a result of attacks continuing for years!"
Upon listening to the explanation, the female orc laughed arrogantly; there was a glint in her eyes as if looking at a naive child deceived by small lies.
"So you are saying that huge civilizations have been striving for a hundred years just for an object that can create a shield!"
Even though he noticed the sarcasm in the words, the young soldier couldn't open his mouth out of fear.
"How long will it take for them to come for support from the nearest unit? You will tell me everything about your management template on the continent!"
Nafız didn't want to waste time at this outpost; she was after obtaining some clues to reach the Druid settlement, which was her ultimate goal.
Before the assistant commander's orderly started speaking, the female orc's eyes would get caught on an object standing on the table; Nafız would understand at a glance what this thing was, which she hadn't seen for a very long time.
"So the day is divided into twenty-four hours here too; minutes, seconds, everything seems the same!"
As a result of a brief examination, Nafız understood that time was handled in the form it came from in her world; she was quite happy about this situation until she remembered that she also had to teach this to Alyon.
Meanwhile, her prisoner had started explaining the entire organizational chart of the Mercenaries; he was showing the locations of the castles, secret bases, and the command center in the area they dominated one by one by marking them on the map to the female orc waiting like the angel of death at his nape.
"Very good; you say the news of the attack already made has reached the nearest unit. How large of a force do you think they would send here!"
Faced with this question, the young soldier had to think for a while; he could only speak after doing some calculations in his head by rolling his eyes left and right.
"Sir, the high-ranking officers were expecting such an attack could happen, but it happening this early will be a surprise to them too!"
"At the same time, they will consider the possibility of it being a trap; for this reason, I don't think they would send much force for a place so close to the border!"
Nafız was actually of the same opinion as the man opposite her; the Gray Hyenas probably guessed that this could be a small probe or at most the occupation of the outpost. They wouldn't risk falling into an ambush for the death of a few people whose places they could fill immediately.
"Follow me; you are coming with me!"
When the female orc opening the door called out to the man standing motionless in the middle of the room, she had already taken her first step out of the threshold; upon hearing that there was no sound of footsteps, her turning her head and the man petrified with fear coming back to life would happen simultaneously.
The duo arrived in front of the windowless hut previously used as a torture house in a short time; the pathetic cries of the heavily wounded laid in healing water had relatively decreased; only an occasional deep sigh was stabbing a dagger into the hearts of the listeners as if rubbing salt into an open wound.
"You, come here!"
When Alyon arrived next to his friend, a short conversation passed between them; immediately after, the hulking orc shouted by pointing specifically to one person from within the crowd.
The Druid he called was the green-haired man appointed as the temporary leader of the tormented people; dragging his slightly limping foot, he was trying to walk as fast as he could.
"Calm down, no need to rush; you are safe now!"
While these words came out of Nafız's mouth, the look of the soldier she interrogated just moments ago had become strange; although he told her that news had gone to the nearest unit, it was impossible for him not to be dumbfounded in the face of the female orc's calmness.
"Take a look; has any of you ever seen this guy entering this hut before?"
The question was to all Druids who were conscious; judging by the intonation of the words, this was a direct order, not a request.
Although approximately a hundred breaths passed, no answer had come from the community; despite the pressure created by Nafız looking at them with harsh eyes, no one would speak up.
"So you were really telling the truth; I will instruct them to treat you well!"
The female orc hit the young soldier's back hard; then, amidst his astonished looks, she would set about treating the other wounded, starting first with the green-haired man.
Until the sunrise the next day, the two friends took care of the Druids who had been suffering for a long time; the condition of many heavily wounded had already become stable.
"They are coming, Alyon; don't forget that you are their former chief!"
Nafız had spoken by turning her face toward the direction where the Orc Steppes were; judging by everyone turning in the same direction at once, these words had obviously attracted the attention of the others overhearing.
First, a small speck would appear in the sky; this image getting closer and closer was transforming into a giant bird possessing two wings and a large beak over time.
There were three people on the bird; these people inside black leather armor from head to toe would jump and come to where the duo was before the animal even landed.
"The Blood God Nafız!"
"Great Chief Alyon!"
The orc warriors shouting with booming voices with one knee on the ground and heads bowed were enough to blow the minds of the Druids who were just coming to their senses. No one knew what to do in the face of the image of people huddled together in fear; they had experienced such things that it wasn't possible to despise them due to this behavior of theirs.
"Welcome Elite Ten warriors; your priority is the heavily wounded lying in the healing water!"
The warriors receiving the order immediately grabbed their right arms by the wrist and started murmuring silently; not even two breaths passed before the reason for this movement of theirs would be understood.
A turtle slowly sticking its head out hidden inside its large shell and a snake that would cause the blood of the people it looked at with its forked tongue to drain had emerged from nothingness.
"Wow my lions, you have taken your power animals too!"
Nafız couldn't hold herself back in the face of the scene; three warriors of the Elite Ten, which was completely her own project, were releasing their power animals; how could she not be proud?
"Sir, mechanical vehicles are waiting ready where the dense vegetation begins; upon your request, all guests and prisoners will be taken to the Karsak Trade City!"
While the young soldier hadn't yet come out of the shock he entered yesterday, a new wave coming over him would sweep him away and throw him aside. According to the information his organization obtained, the orcs named Nafız and Alyon were people exiled from their homeland and with whom communication was forbidden.
When looked at in the light of all this news, he couldn't make sense of what was happening before his eyes; was this person giving orders to orc warriors really the mentioned Blood God Nafız?
"Except for this human, the others will be treated as the lowest level slaves, and I want some wounded to be taken directly to Karsak without losing time!"
"Your wish is our command!"
As soon as Nafız's words ended, a warrior turned his head and looked toward the giant bird circling in the air; upon this, the creature, letting out a shrill scream, rapidly began its descent as if understanding what was said to it, while a few houses remaining under it would collapse unable to withstand the intensity of the wind created.
"The small child and the five shells lined up around him!"
It would be enough for the female orc to just point out the people she wanted to go; the snake darting like an arrow had already started carrying the shells with the wounded inside onto the giant bird slowly.