The big-nosed commander was also turning disaster into good fortune along with his last move. A large-scale trap consisting of lava and ice was set between him and the female orc wanting to take his life. The square-jawed man drew a deep breath; although it hurt as if his lungs were being torn apart, he had to do this to understand he was alive.
War had virtually ended on one front. The Gray Hyenas and Main Orc Tribe warriors beside them had no strength to resist.
Whereas inside the ruined walls remaining just on their right, a completely different movie was showing. More than half of Alyon's forces were thrown out of the walls they entered with a mad rush. Their chief, whom they always saw as invincible since they followed him, was being crushed on the battlefield.
The struggle continuing between Siyahayı and Alyon had ceased to be a duel, turning into a one-sided humiliation. The Orc Lord was fighting like great heroes who were subjects of legends, landing his blows one after another without even recognizing his opponent the opportunity to breathe. In these moments, the energy he emitted had reached a completely different level. In the area remaining inside the walls, orcs not fighting on his side didn't even have strength enough to raise their hands.
"Your bloodline power is not normal; what did you do to yourself?"
Alyon called out to the man standing opposite him, albeit with difficulty, while blood leaked from all over him.
"I don't know how you obtained his power, but it is very obvious you cannot use it fully. Alyon had come very close to breaking the limit before dying; this is his real power you are experiencing!"
The hulking orc's master was a legend living on the Orc Steppes a hundred years ago. Although not spoken openly, it was known that his might as bloodline power exceeded everyone. Just as Siyahayı, quickly pulling together his face fallen after the sentence returning him to those days, was about to speak again, a familiar voice caught his ears.
"Orc Lord, help me quickly!"
The one calling out was the leader of the Black Lily Clan forces. He had been living with his head on the line since being taken into a pincer by Sangre and Çekiçdöven. While having hard times inside the gray shield surrounding him, unlike his previous arrogant attitude, he asked for support in an extremely respectful manner.
Although he used the spirit shield, his clan's technique, to save the situation, his two enemies were attacking like crazy. It was obvious that the structure losing a spirit at any moment would disperse in a short time.
"He! He! He!"
Siyahayı laughed as if practically wanting to spill his happiness inside him out; he was aware of the change in his ally's attitude towards him.
"Today will be the day your arrogance against orcs ends, but first, the Great Lord of Orcs will make life even easier for all of you!"
With the end of his words, he pulled the bear pelt he hadn't taken off his back for years in one move and threw it off him. He was watching its fall to the ground with scornful looks as if showing he didn't need it anymore.
"Chief's Rage!"
At the point where the energy overflowing from his body was at its peak, Siyahayı shouted tearing his throat. A breath later, the whole balance on the battlefield would change.
His own army and allies stood as if nothing happened, but among the warriors of Alyon's army, many people had collapsed on two knees, becoming barely able to breathe.
The Orc Lord awakened the second level of his bloodline power. The pressure he created on his enemies using his rage now didn't belong to a warrior. It carried the will of the Orc Chief ruling a certain region. The technique he applied affected not just a single person but a large area.
The effects of the technique were the same on all three fronts. Orc warriors who were his enemies were struggling with a mad pressure descending on their shoulders. The movements of Sangre and Çekiçdöven attacking the old man's shield slowed down, the effectiveness of the Elite Ten dropped to minimum; even Nafız was in a psychological war against her body.
Among these warriors, perhaps the one in the worst condition was Alyon. He had been getting beaten for more than half a day-cycle, and after this last event, no strength remained in his hands or feet.
The orc like a mountain was currently on his knees, head bowed, barely breathing with his two hands on the ground. Seeing him in this state, his daughter wanted to run to his side, but due to hundreds of enemy warriors surrounding her, she was condemned to watch her father in pain.
Outside the battlefield inside the ruined walls, although the effects of Siyahayı switching to the second level in his bloodline power affected everyone individually, it didn't create much problem as of the moment due to current situations.
War had already ended on the front where Nafız was. They just seemed to have let the square-jawed man escape from their hands. Superiority was theirs where the Second Army fought; thanks to the Elite Ten who would support two high-level warriors, they could endure a while longer.
The biggest problem would be the Main Orc Tribe soldiers inside the walls, worn out very little since the beginning of the war, coming to support here. While Alyon's side was tired and suffered losses on both fronts, it wasn't difficult to guess what would happen to them against a fresh enemy.
"You cost me a son! This orc will now teach you what helplessness means!"
While walking towards his enemy standing in pain on his knees, words were coming out of Siyahayı's mouth with great hatred. The pressure descending as if giant rocks were loaded on their backs at the first moment was growing ceaselessly; the condition of Alyon and his warriors, especially closest to its source, was ruined.
A hand resembling a claw was shaking Alyon, whose head hadn't bowed until today, like an empty sack grabbing him by the nape. The orc like a mountain had no strength to resist; he was turning into a toy in the hands of his enemy he swore to kill.
"Look, see! See the state of the wretch you followed with empty dreams and came up to my door!"
When his words finished, he slammed the chief of orcs rebelling against him to the ground on his shoulder. The sound of Alyon's bones breaking was heard by all orcs inside the ruined walls.
"Son of a dog, arrogant filth! This day when my troubles, humiliations I experienced come to an end, I will feast on your lineage's blood and flesh!"
The Orc Lord started kicking Alyon lying on the ground with all his grudge. The struggles of his daughter and grandson were futile. Currently, they were caught tightly and couldn't do anything other than wait for the orc who had seen red to make a decision about them.
A person belonging to the same lineage also had to watch what happened. Kitapkurdu had remained in a very difficult situation against the Chief's Rage. This orc, covering his physical weakness with his superior intelligence, had no answer to give to the technique descending on him like a nightmare. Collapsed where he was like his father, he was crying helplessly accompanied by drops of tears flowing from his cheeks.
While Siyahayı sent his support forces to the old man, he didn't forget his other ally either. His tens of thousands of warriors set off to take back the front they lost. Flames burning on the frozen ground were also living their last moments. The effects of Ice and Fire pearls had decreased gradually.
"Look at that! Who could have guessed old Siyahayı would make a breakthrough at the most critical place of the war?"
The square-jawed man in astonishment was speaking with joy while looking at his new warriors; fortune was practically winking at him today.
"Yes, I guess it's time to end today's shift!"