"What's our plan?"
The old Fox would ask his answer-like question after thinking for only a few ten breaths.
"Bring it on, you sly devil! Only from a man smart enough not to set up a torture chamber in his headquarters could such a wise decision be expected!"
"This is now ours, meaning the main headquarters of the Druid Liberation Army. After making a few moves using your reputation, you will obtain the command of both this base and the entire region!"
After getting the answer she wanted, Nafız quickly started explaining everything to Jurij. While the man learning the whole plan remained in astonishment, a drop of blood was trickling into his open mouth.
"A bond of both business and blood has formed between us, commander. As I always tell those who stand by me, from now on everything will be wonderful!"
A short while later, another person joined the trio in the residence; it was the commander responsible for ammunition support.
As expected, hearing his superior's decision, this person also decided to join the ranks of the druids. The command echelon usually consisted of prudent people; these people living as lone wolves had no business with things like family and relatives that would trip them up.
"Jurij, let the show begin then!"
The commander receiving the order quickly set to work; his first action was to declare Victor, who left the castle with twenty thousand soldiers without listening to his order, a traitor.
When the darkness of the night settled in thoroughly, the druids, wearing the uniforms of the Grey Hyenas over their clothes, entered the structure resembling a castle through the opened gate, swinging their arms as they pleased.
When they reached the ward reserved for them, they would find the female orc, whom they hadn't seen for a while, waiting for them at the head of a large table set up.
"Come on, sit down, you haven't eaten anything all day, you must be hungry!"
They were hungry as Nafız said, but their curiosity was dominant enough not to leave room for any other feeling inside them right now.
"Sir, how did this happen? Don't see it as impertinence, but we are in great astonishment!"
The female orc was expecting this reaction, but facing the naivety of the incoming question, she couldn't help smiling.
"This headquarters now belongs to our Druid Liberation Army, and you are forbidden to go out until I say so!"
"By the way, coming to the question you couldn't ask; if our number is small and the enemy's number is large, why shouldn't we use them?"
Nafız had dropped the hint and left; it was too early to tell her plans to these druids yet.
Capturing the castle-like structure was like taking a sharp turn; now that this difficulty was overcome, events would start proceeding downhill at full speed.
Jurij started by sending two messengers to other small-scale support units, asking for soldiers against a possible attack by Victor. At the same time, he would allow an agent from the inside to go to the older brother maddened with the fire of revenge.
Before long, Victor was at the gates with his army of twenty thousand, conveying his request to meet with the commander to understand the situation.
What he didn't know was that he would be pincered by other armies of ten thousand from both sides. When the war started, the Old Fox wasn't coming out from inside the castle with his soldiers.
Despite all his bad traits, Victor was truly a strong warrior and had specially trained the soldiers he took with him.
The main reason he was at the head of the military wing of the main support headquarters was his possession of these superior skills. After getting over his initial shock, following the losses he suffered, he had quickly organized and had already started dealing with two separate armies.
"Fire arrows!"
When the wind turned completely against them, Dimitar's puny voice echoed on the walls. The moment he started the arrow rain on the battlefield without distinguishing between friend and foe, not a single facial expression had formed on his ugly face.
The total manpower of the support units was around one hundred and ten thousand; seventy thousand of these were soldiers, and the rest were people related to ammunition shipment.
While the chaotic struggle continued, Nafız's forces weren't going to miss the opportunity to slaughter more than sixty percent of the remaining military power. Although their main job wasn't fighting, the people shooting arrows had basic training.
The ambushed soldiers wouldn't have enough time to think about what happened when they survived the first attack; they were getting soaked to the bone with the second arrow rain coming immediately after.
"Trap! They trapped us, their aim is to kill us all!"
The first to wake up would be Victor; the moment the wolf commander realized what was going on, he had started screaming at the top of his lungs.
In the battlefield dominated by panic and a wave of massacre, this effort of his was only enough to alarm his immediate circle. Aware of this, Victor gathered his strength and wanted to shout once more.
"Arghhh!"
Unfortunately, this wish of his was a behavior completely contrary to the plan made by someone else.
"Your brother went down amidst chaos, but you are someone worthy of dying by my hand!"
After the arrow that made Victor scream in pain pierced through his throat, it killed four more soldiers standing behind him and could only stop by sticking into its fifth victim.
Nafız, who had kept a low profile since entering the continent, was revealing a small piece of her true power for the first time.
Actually, she had no intention of doing this either unless forced; the further they could advance without spooking the enemy, the better it was for her.
"The rest is on you, Dimitar!"
Hearing the female orc's words, the sneaky commander directed his gaze, which was dull enough to make a stale fish jealous, to the battlefield.
"Fire arrows!"
They had no fear of running out of ammo because they had busted the stash of the entire operation; acting spendthrift like a trust-fund baby was natural.
The soldiers inside the headquarters had killed almost all of the gathered crowd without losing a single person. Even if they didn't know what they were doing, it didn't matter to them.
Their commander's order was definite, and they didn't have the luxury to ponder over it. An orc warrior was currently using the bigoted order established by the Grey Hyenas as a weapon against them.
In a place attracting no one's attention, in one of the desolate shelters where the walls formed small shadows to hide from the sunlight, a man with a joyless smile on his aged face was watching the war tending to end.
"How can such a monster come out of the Orc Steppes?"
While the soldiers were shouting cries of joy as the last enemy died, Fox Jurij muttered silently. While he was in unease due to the business he was involved in, after what he saw, this thought was leaving its place in his mind to astonishment born of fear.
Forty thousand soldiers had died in a single day, and the main castle of the support line, one of the enemy's lifelines, had been captured.
The rest would come like unravelling a sock; before a week passed, the other two small support headquarters were also captured without fighting, and the total manpower of the Druid Liberation Army had reached forty thousand people.
Of course, Nafız didn't apply the Blood Seal to all of them; throwing only the command echelon into the claws of the fear of death was enough to benefit from the sharp sides of the previously established order.
Since we mentioned the perfection of the plan, we must not forget the secret heroes behind it; the share of someone far away in the success was too much to be underestimated.
As a result of pouring the elixirs Alyon and Nafız scattered up to the druid settlement onto various parts of the shield at the very end, the control of the obstacle the four invading civilizations couldn't overcome had passed into the Khan's hands.
Although the Orc Lord could easily attack by changing the shape of the shield, he decided to follow a more cunning path; he deemed it appropriate to make the structure he supported appear as if its resistance was decreasing, looking like it would collapse any moment.
For this reason, the Grey Hyenas were forced to ignore the attack news coming from the back line. If the shield collapsed and they couldn't enter inside for other reasons, they couldn't account for this to their superiors on the Mercenaries continent.
This was the short story of losing all support units before realizing they were pincered from two sides, and this news was currently the most important topic in the headquarters of all other besieging civilizations.