This finale would be the declaration that the struggle on the Second Army front was also over. Except for the old man, the Elite Ten and orc warriors had finished off the other enemies. More than half of the Main Orc Tribe troops had died, while the other half had already surrendered and were awaiting their fate.
Left alone with the square-jawed man, Kuyag used the purple alloy handcuffs. By taking the strange equipment of his prisoner, whom he had stripped naked, he was nullifying all possibilities that would make his escape possible.
Inside the ruined walls, the savagery continued at full speed. Although Siyahayı had been captured, he was still breathing due to Yarmagül's order. Compared to the state of the Gray Hyenas' commander, his could be described as pathetic. He had been beaten so much that he would have given his entire fortune to die immediately.
Night had fully descended on the battlefield. Aside from the sparks created when steel struck steel, there was only the brightness provided by the moonlight. The moon was shining brightly today; it was displaying itself in the sky as a perfect circle, as if jealous of the sun.
Although the Main Orc Tribe warriors, having lost their commanders, tried to resist for a while longer, everything ended in a short time. While the ground had turned to mud due to the excessive amount of flowing blood, small sparkles caught the eye with every step taken. Now they had to proceed to execution without wasting time; first, the leaders who managed the war on three fronts and were still alive had to be killed.
"Get ready!"
While the lands of the Main Orc Tribe, where all kinds of sounds had echoed throughout the day, were now captive to absolute silence, Nafız's voice rang out across all battlefields. Kuyag took his axe in hand and waited for the order to be given. Yarmagül came to stand over Siyahayı. Actually, the female orc's intention was to give this honor to her father, but since Alyon could not get up from where he lay unconscious, she would take the Orc Lord's life with the Giant Warhammer, representing him.
On the battlefield of the Second Army, where the most important and final duel of the war took place, Sangre had already stepped aside and was looking at Çekiçdöven, who was trying to suppress his pain.
"Go and kill that geezer! Let the last thing he sees be the face of the orc he yelled at with arrogance earlier!"
The Blood Warrior had left this honor to his fighting companion. He had obtained what he wanted and displayed a fight worthy of him in front of his master. Who killed someone he had tossed aside like a rag was the last thing he needed to worry about; as his transformation ended, he wanted to calm down and rest.
Çekiçdöven straightened up and began walking toward his victim, dragging the broad greatsword he struggled to carry along the ground. The goal they had strived for for so long was about to become reality; one more move, and then the Orc Steppes were theirs.
Nafız gave his subordinates some time to prepare before giving his second order; he wanted to perform the final blow like a ceremony at the same time. Twenty breaths later, when he decided the time had come, he took a deep breath and shouted.
"Kill!"
Three people became almost one body and brought down the weapons in their hands mercilessly. One breath remained until the end of the war; just as the sharp metal was about to touch the bent necks, a voice echoed inside the heads of everyone on the battlefield without exception.
"STOP!"
It was impossible not to listen to this call; for a moment, they even stopped breathing. Only the three people who received the execution order resisted lowering their weapons. Their blows were blocked by an unknown force, and as a result of their persistence, the same force began to attack their bodies.
With their weapons in hand, they were hurled backward. While their hands were still trembling violently, the battlefield fell into chaos. Flames coming from nowhere were rapidly erupting from the ground. In the span of a few breaths, they had engulfed all three fronts and encircled the entire battlefield. The warriors, who had struggled madly all day, were trapped by walls of fire reaching a height of more than ten steps.
"How interesting! Equipment without the stamp of any master on it was able to withstand a blow from me!"
The voice was no longer coming from their brains but from the skies illuminated by flames. A man wearing a long black cloak adorned with red fire flower patterns was approaching by flying. Two breaths later, the same man landed and began to watch the Black Lily Clan Elder lying on the ground with indifferent eyes.
"Undecimo, after having the audacity to call your small clan a sect, you were brought to the brink of death by a barbaric orc. You disgrace of the Hell Realm!"
There was great disdain in his words. It was evident from the newcomer addressing the old man by the name he knew him by.
"Mighty Lord Resbaladizo, the Fifth Demon of the Royal Family, this helpless man greets you with respect!"
The man, who had lost one hand and had six holes in his body, stood up disregarding the blood knives on his back and bowed double.
"I will deal with you later; there are more important matters right now. Since I can't ask the unconscious young orc, you answer me first, wild thing; who gave you the potion for Vampiric Transformation?"
After asking his question, he began walking toward Sangre without waiting for an answer. Looking at the expression on his face, it was understood that he did not harbor good intentions. The man, who had snow-white skin, had a beard hanging down from his chin that was black, contrary to his general appearance. His hair was the same color, and the red tones shining through added an interesting charm to his appearance. Only a few steps remained between him and Sangre. With every step, the shine in his eyes increased a fold more; this person who suddenly appeared was excited as if he had found a treasure.
"Kübey, get ready!"
Just as he was about to reach his target, he stopped because another orc blocked his way. Nafız, with his hair tipped red, stood before the uninvited guest. While doing this, he shouted to someone who had been hiding among ordinary warriors for days. Kübey, whose main duty was to protect Marcus, was now by Khan's side.
This man adorned in black, white, and red was not safe. The name of the young orc, the hope of these lands, had also passed in his words. At the slightest danger, he had to use the power of the equipment he obtained from the reward dungeon to take him away.
"I recognized you, you are the wretch calling himself The Blood God!"
Dark traces of hatred appeared in the indifferent and arrogant attitude he had assumed since descending from the sky as he spoke these words.
"How nice that you recognized me! Let's talk a bit about you then. What wind blew you here, my scarlet-frocked friend!"
"Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The white-skinned man reacted unexpectedly to these words and began to laugh out loud. There was no tone of joy in his voice; he was just laughing savagely under the influence of his increasing anger.
"In this life of mine, I knew another slut who carried the same title as you. I don't know your power, but I'm sure you can compete with her in arrogance!"
After speaking with a blood-curdling smile, the goatee-bearded man continued his words without changing his expression.
"My name is Resbaladizo! As you heard before, I am the Fifth Demon of the Hell Realm Royal Family!"
He looked as if his chest would burst with pride while introducing himself; he was saying it by specifically emphasizing his position.
"I already know those. What I wonder is, what is the reason that made you come to a distant continent like the Hell Realm!"
"I liked you, skinny orc, but this matter does not concern you. Now you need to step aside, or I might accidentally hurt you!"
As the dialogue progressed, Resbaladizo seemed to become impatient; cutting the conversation short, he began walking again. Nafız quickly took his two daggers in hand; evidently, the intention of this guy, who clearly didn't come for good, was bad.
He flew at the man like the wind, but even though he tried to suppress it, there was an inner unrest in his heart. Because of his master's memories, he knew how strong people who had received the title of Demon could be.
The cloaked man didn't stop walking; he waved his right hand randomly in front of him. Along with this, an attack composed of flames, two spans wide and the height of a normal human, headed toward Nafız.
The Blood God did not change his direction; he made two consecutive slashes with his daggers, and a path cleared of flames appeared before him. He was aiming directly for his opponent's neck; he had to quickly mow down this weed that appeared just when everything was over.
The Fifth Demon would figure out the enemy's intention; he waved his hand again indifferently, and a wall of flames appeared in front of him. His new move was a defense technique, not an attack. Nafız didn't use his daggers for this; he threw two tubes he took from his interspatial ring into the blazing fire. A circle three steps in diameter formed with the white-skinned man at its center; its color was green, and combining with the flame, it was expanding rapidly.