The advance, which was interrupted for a short time, started to continue rapidly when the ten-person unit landed on the battlefield. Even though four civilizations called their warriors numbering over a hundred thousand by the same name, they weren't people worth mentioning beside the orc warriors dressed in black.
Actually, there were only nine orcs on the square; Number One of the Elite Ten contented himself with watching his friends from a far distance. Despite this, things were running like clockwork for the Orc-Druid alliance; they were pushing the enemy toward their main headquarters.
"Where did these ten people come from?"
"Whenever we manage to block the orcs, they come and smash that place to smithereens!"
Whispers were increasing moment by moment in the headquarters of the army managed by Dragan; unlike their commanders, officers experiencing information weakness had started to get worried in the face of the course of events.
"I caught the chance to witness it with my own eyes for the first time; so these are the warriors they call Elite Ten!"
When the beauty of the Lands of Light spoke with a carefree but serious tone, the rest would also learn who the warriors newly landed on the battlefield were.
When Khan, Bookworm, and Nafız went into seclusion after the Great War, the duty of protecting the Orc Steppes against the attacks of external forces had fallen largely on them.
The Elite Ten, catching the opportunity to fight with all kinds of humans under the leadership of Wind of Death who recreated herself, was now scattering death inside their old enemies like a fish in water.
"We cannot allow this to continue; we need to drive the Special Unit to war!"
The commander-in-chief wanted to get the approval of three commanders; the gravity of the situation was screaming at him that he needed to make a move rapidly.
"If we show ourselves even now, we will become the laughing stock of the whole world; I am also of the same opinion as Dragan!"
The High Architect was eager about using the Special Unit, in which there were five people from his own civilization too; although they had to reveal one of the important trump cards in their hands, he wouldn't shy away from this since the next step was for themselves to fight.
Severo was already willing from the get-go; even if they won, the five best talents of his clan had to show superior success to fix his defeated state.
"Special Unit Forward, your target is black-armored orc warriors!"
Twenty warriors receiving the order rushed from different places of the headquarters and mixed into the battlefield; Special Unit members, forming two-person teams beforehand, were advancing toward an Elite Ten member as if they planned it.
"We must take the one with the Chakram in his hand!"
"Yes my love, our advantage against his weapon is great."
"If we can kill him, the clan leader will not only allow us to be together but also give valuable gifts on top of it!"
Two people carrying the mark of the Black Lily Clan on their armors and bodies were sure of themselves while advancing toward Number Five of the Elite Ten; they were interested in the rewards they would receive when they returned rather than the struggle that would occur.
It wasn't only the Black Lily duo sharing these feelings; the only thing twenty people, who saw even coming to this battlefield as an insult made to themselves, thought was to return to their training as soon as possible.
"Don't mind other flies brother, our target must be number one!"
"You are right brother, while the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown are dead, it is time to start for our legend!"
Two men exactly identical to each other weren't running but almost walking on air; they were from the same sect, and they even shared the blood of the same lineage in their veins.
"Look at that, he is standing defenselessly; let's kill him quickly!"
When looked at from outside, Number One really gave people that weird feeling of not belonging found in a place where one shouldn't be.
The duo, grabbing their staffs rapidly, combined their wind and fire-based attacks and sent them upon their enemy; since the closest warrior to them was Number One, the Druid Settlement was also witnessing this.
"Sir, won't you help?"
The defenseless orc warrior being a target worried the druids; some were even surprised why Alyon stood without doing anything.
"Crush and Pass, three thousand prisoners!"
Unlike them, Number One calmly left the totem in his hand toward the ground; on his lips, there was the order of the attack that would occur in a moment.
The totem grew rapidly reaching a length of ten steps; colorful lights shooting out from inside it were advancing toward the wind and fire of the two brothers.
Although it seemed small considering the scale of the war, three thousand was a big figure in one-on-one struggles; this was the only reason the duo, taking priority and attacking, passed to defense right now.
"He started directly with three thousand prisoners and his totem possesses a shield capable of protecting itself!"
When Nafız remembered Number One on the journey they went out to suppress the tribes rebelling against them as a result of the provocation of the Main Orc Tribe, she returned to the past albeit for a short time.
"Oh Miloş, I wonder where you are?"
No matter how much a person tried to forget, memories were falling into mind involuntarily as a result of a tiny thing triggering them in the most unlikely place; the female orc would also remember Miloş, one of her two true men once upon a time, in the hottest place of the war.
"Master, not only Number One, but all other Elite Ten members also worked to death to fill your absence!"
Bookworm had put modesty aside while talking about the ten strongest heroes raised by the Fully Independent Orc Steppes, in whose foundation laying he had great labor.
The orc covered with purple mist wasn't considered wrong either; there was another story in every corner of the gigantic battlefield and brave orc warriors fighting two to one inside these stories.
"Among twenty men, did you of all people come across me?"
The orc warrior, having grabbed the broad-bladed pala with one hand and the shaft of the long spear with the other, wasn't pleased with his situation at all. While holding the weapons that would break into a few pieces a second later, he was swinging his arms rapidly to hit the warriors on his two sides against each other.
"Drop your weapon, quick!"
The duo had no other remedy; warriors who were residents of the Golden City of Mercenaries had to abandon their weapons which were their pride.
"Let's retreat for now!"
The member of Grey Hyenas, as soon as he saw the situation came to a dead end for them, threw himself toward the back of the big army immediately; it wasn't a problem for others to die for him until he made a new plan.
First contacts between the Elite Ten and the Special Unit had started to occur; in fact, the business would turn into a collective struggle in some places.
Opposite Number Ten, Seven, and Nine, there was a mixed group consisting of six people and having representatives from every civilization.
"Concentrate all attacks on the shield, I will protect you from arrows!"
"Light Shield!"
When the young man shouting excitedly inside his white robes surrounded his team with a shield consisting of light by swinging his staff, more than ten arrows would cause small ripples on this structure.
"How fast hands that archer has!"
One of the two mercenaries inside the team was astonished faced with the frequency of incoming attacks; it wasn't possible not to be surprised against Number Ten's special five-arrow style anyway.
"Stop chattering, everyone perform your best attack!"
When the hard-tempered woman, whose dark orange hair extended down to her waist, completed her words, she directed the energy accumulated on her thin and long sword onto Number Nine's expanded armor by performing a harsh thrusting movement.
The other five people seeing this didn't hesitate to follow her; especially the man who was a disciple of the Lands of Light was very happy while swinging the fire ball big enough to make the bright red color of the crystal at the tip of his staff jealous.
Two of the remaining four people were Mercenaries, and the other two were young engineers; although they didn't care about enemies stealing their roles, they didn't refrain from attacking to comply with the plan.
The wide dust cloud accompanying the big noise would draw all attention to that point; no matter what, the simultaneous attack of six people from the Special Unit wasn't something to be ignored.