Although Alyon, who was in a frenzy, tried to make an attack to retaliate against the lights about to hit him, the human warriors surrounding him were not giving him this opportunity.
"This damned end will find its conclusion with you!"
"We will die here all together for the revenge of all humans you massacred!"
What was happening was exactly a suicide attack; the gallant warriors belonging to the elite units were running toward their end without blinking their eyes.
While hundreds of magic attacks were about to reach him, the grey-haired orc warrior had also lost his hope of resisting and focused only on those in front of him.
While the lights with bright colors falling around him took the lives of humans, he could protect himself only by using his axe as a shield in front of his body; he knew this wouldn't be enough, but he had no other choice either.
"Get behind me!"
After this call came at a moment he didn't expect at all, a shadow appeared in front of Alyon; this was a shadow trapping the bright lights of all spells falling on it inside itself.
"So there is still an orc warrior capable of using lineage power, ha! Ha! Ha! Even if we are going to die here today, one day in the future, all that happened will be accounted for!"
While a man almost as tall as himself scanned him out of the corner of his eye, he had blocked all attacks with the matte grey shield with which he surrounded both of them.
This person, whose white hair reached down to his waist, was undoubtedly a druid, and seeing the situation going bad, he was calling his friends for help.
"All druids, come to me!"
As soon as he shouted, all druids scattered around would gather at one point rapidly; all four sides of the grey-haired orc, who felt the wind of death's claw on his neck just a moment ago, were covered with shields of different colors as of now.
"Orc warriors, you must protect your brother; push back his enemy!"
While watching hundreds of orcs passing by him, Alyon felt proud of his race once more; after the order they received, the warriors rushing forward were flowing almost like a river.
At the same moments, in a completely different place, Ainle was listening to the details of the war the grey-haired orc was in; with every detail he heard, the scrawny druid's mouth opened a little more, and his mind was turned upside down.
"So only a single orc capable of using lineage power survived the genocide, but he couldn't endure it either and would return to the battlefield!"
"Yes, Ainle, as the son of the head general of the Orc Empire, the young orc warrior preferred to die together with other kinsmen instead of living with such shame!"
While the woman, who was a monument of beauty, said these words, she seemed to have fallen into great grief; the shadow of a kind of thin ache would come and settle inside her eyes.
"So, what happened later?"
Ainle's appetite was increasing even more as he learned; it wasn't easy, he wanted to drink to his fill from this spring he found after years of hunger for knowledge.
"Actually, the result of the war was clear before it started; the Orc-Druid alliance wasn't mighty enough to withstand the combined forces of four regions that were constantly kept under pressure and oppressed before!"
"Their struggle was more to show that they wouldn't die without making them pay the price; they wanted this war to be worthy of the glory of our ancestors' thousands of years of magnificence."
"Thanks to the protection of the druids and the orcs pushing back, the only orc capable of using lineage power was kidnapped behind the front rapidly; I don't know the rest either, but I think the two warriors coming with you are the grandchildren of this man!"
This was what happened; Ainle had learned one more truth about the continent he lived on. Someone else inside the dungeon shared the same fate as him, but her reactions would be in a different way.
"Did everything happen because of this son of a whore; how were they deceived, were orcs this stupid?"
Nafız's entire body had tensed up; the veins on her forehead had swollen until they throbbed. The reason for this state was the words of the shabby man; hearing what the little child she saw a moment ago would do was enough for the female orc.
"Fear, young friend; this is the result of fearlessness, the feature orcs boast about the most, being broken by one person. With the disruption of tradition, decisions made by eyes painted by obsessive love, and the existence of a traitor fueling all these, the collapse would occur!"
The old man, pouring a ruby-red liquid from the wine jug standing in front of him into his glass, continued his words turning his face to the sun.
"The enemy you will have to face managed everything from behind the curtains; at the end of the road where he proceeded by hiding in the shadows, only chaos and destruction occurred. First, he would resort to all conceivable ways to bring the orc prince, whose subject he was, to the head; once this happened, everything came like unravelling a sock!"
"Don't think he took action immediately; despite his incompetence, he fed the fears of the one who became the ruler slowly. He constantly whispered things into his mind; apprehensions starting with 'humans are uniting and preparing to rebel against you' and 'druids started questioning the alliance between us' would go as far as 'it is only a matter of time before the lineage power users among orcs raise one of their own to the throne' after a while!"
"Orcs, who always looked down on others, started tormenting humans; druids, who were fused together like flesh and nail, were distanced, and worst of all, orcs possessing extraordinary lineage power were sent to death one by one without reason!"
The glass in Nafız's hand had already shattered into pieces; while her blood mixing with wine dripped to the ground, the desire to kill had wrapped around her like a cloak.
The female orc had felt that the man visiting them during seclusion was strong and equally dangerous, but she hadn't guessed he was such a clever planner.
"Remember; If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle!"
The old man, saying his last word, started walking taking the half-full wine jug as well; Nafız, staring behind him, would continue sitting where she was to digest what she learned.
Her friend Alyon, kidnapped behind the front, was in no different state than her either; with the effect of the soul power he used madly, he had collapsed in the first place he found in an exhausted state.
"Sir, you must survive; you have to do this for our lineage to rise again one day!"
The orc warriors surrounding him were almost begging him; all efforts of these people, who had given up their own lives, were so that their race for which they fought wouldn't mix into the dusty pages of history and be forgotten.
Thus, Alyon was setting out on a journey with five people who put him on a mechanical vehicle for transport purposes by entering his arm; he was so exhausted that he fainted from fatigue before a few minutes passed.
Despite this, the fire inside him wouldn't decrease even a bit; although he would be born a very long time after this event, the energy radiated by those old and proud orc warriors was almost engraved on all his bones.
"Get up Alyon! Wake up, you big head!"
Due to a scrawny voice he recognized and the existence of a foot poking his belly, the grey-haired orc had to come to his senses even if he didn't want to; when he first opened his eye, the person he saw opposite him was Nafız.
"What happened, where am I!"
Although he remained inside the illusion of an experienced event, Alyon had felt these moments intensely enough to have experienced everything from scratch.
"The trial of the dungeon is completed; we are inside the hall we entered by force!"
Nafız had finished the trial much before her friend, and the phase of knowing her enemy, which fell to her share, wouldn't shake her consciousness as much as her friend.
"I saw our ancestor, Nafız; I even stood against the enemies just like he fought heroically in the past!"
Perhaps what they experienced wasn't real, perhaps Alyon had fought by taking the place of the only survivor of the genocide, but there was a single thing he was sure of, and that was that the feelings he acquired on the battlefield would ensure he became a much greater character.