Apparently, seeing the person killed by the arrow, they had to take such a precaution; in their minds, they thought this equipment would protect them from the enemy archer.
Unfortunately, the one opposite them was not a normal archer; although she had cast off Mora's demeanor and attitudes, Nafız still had her weapons in her hand.
The moment her usual weapon appeared in her hand instead of the giant bow, an arrow formed by blood coming from her bracers set off toward the galloping horsemen.
"Thud!"
After the shield he held in front of him to protect himself was pierced, the soldier standing behind him would also share the same fate. When twenty more people following him fell from their horses, the distance between the two teams had already dropped below thirty steps.
"Your turn!"
While calling out to her friend, Nafız would experience a brief astonishment because the hulking orc had already started running toward the enemy.
Seeing this, a horseman turned his direction toward him; his aim was to land his blow with the advantage of being higher up.
Perhaps due to his inexperience or maybe because he couldn't focus clearly from afar, he seemed not to have fully taken into account the height of the orc opposite him. He would pay the price for this painfully, but Alyon's strike was not something to be ignored either.
Five steps before their collision, the hulking orc, running at full speed, suddenly leaped forward; in these moments when he took his axe on his back, his body was tense like a bow.
The last thing the soldier, who would die in a single blow along with his horse, saw was a colossal orc flying toward him and his axe about to land on his head. After the weapon cleaved the human, unable to stop its momentum, it would also cut the poor mount and hit the ground.
The blood scattered around was still in the air; they were moving slowly as if waiting for Alyon's permission to fall on him.
After this scene, the unit focused on the archer became aware of another completely different danger; a group of ten people headed toward the orc who had killed their friends.
Acting cautiously, the warriors intended to encircle Alyon and enter a war of attrition instead of attacking him directly. Shortly after, they would reveal these intentions with the attacks they made; while attacking in pairs from one direction, others were targeting the giant orc's back.
No matter how careful he was, Alyon couldn't avoid getting injured; the enemy held the advantage of numbers and position.
"Why should I be ashamed of what is mine? Both victory and defeat belong to me!"
In the most heated part of the battle, the gray-haired orc was busy dealing with an internal conflict; the traumas of the defeat he suffered in the Great War were after tying his hands.
"I am not a savior; I have no duty to protect anyone!"
Every time the thoughts reminding him of his failure resurfaced, he defended himself with an answer; although those looking from the outside didn't understand, the toughest battle was currently breaking out inside Alyon.
Of course, the enemies surrounding him didn't care about this situation at all; the moment they found an opening, they didn't hesitate to land a blow. After another coordinated attack, the giant orc, staggering with the spear landing on his arm, spoke in a tone everyone could hear this time.
"Warrior's Wrath!"
A breath later, while pathetic whinnies accompanied him, foams were coming out of the mouths of all mounts around him. Obviously, the horses falling to the ground couldn't handle the pressure bearing down on them; taking two people under them who couldn't throw themselves to the ground in time, they were dying one by one.
"Don't break formation; don't let him escape!"
The chaos created could be used by the encircled orc to escape; sensing this, a soldier was warning his friends harshly.
"I am not going anywhere; you are the ones who will be passengers!"
While the soldiers, unaware of what was happening, straightened up with difficulty, He had already come next to the enemy who spoke just now.
He would separate his head from his body in a single blow; the hulking orc hadn't used his lineage power for a long time, so he sought to finish his job quickly.
While saying one, two, three, Alyon razed all the enemies whose mobility and powers were restricted to the ground; even though he was crushed in his last battle, the giant orc was still a very dangerous enemy when he found himself.
"Nafız, this place is done!"
When he stopped watching the corpses on the ground and called out to his friend, it was as if his back had straightened a bit more; an air as if asking for appreciation was sensed from his voice.
"Finally; if it goes like this, we will use all the medicine we have for your wounds!"
When she turned around, Alyon, seeing Nafız descending from her place on the hill and walking toward him, burst into sincere laughter; okay, he had won, but indeed he had many cuts, large and small, all over him.
"I am a bit rusty; also, it will take some time for me to get rid of the ghosts of the past!"
Although he teased his friend, Nafız knew very well the storms breaking inside him; without Mora's guidance, perhaps she could be in the same situation as Alyon too.
"Anyway, let's wait until Alis finishes her meal, then we will go and check where these came from!"
While Nafız pointed to the corpses of the soldiers she killed with her hand, the sounds of breaking bones had started to increase thoroughly.
"I wonder, would it be beneficial if I fed some of these to my power animal too?"
Seeing the situation, Alyon remembered that he hadn't paid any attention to his bear, which was even larger than himself; maybe now was the exact time.
"I don't think so at all; these were very weak! Their taste is so terrible that I wouldn't even touch them if I weren't very hungry!"
A shrill voice was coming from where nearly forty bodies lay dead; the state of the giant orc raising his weapon in fear would make his friend laugh.
"I haven't officially introduced you, have I? The one speaking to you is my power animal Alis; Alis, this person is my friend Alyon."
Obviously, they had to make things easier for the orc trying to understand what was happening while holding his gray hair between his hands; the tiny white rabbit took a break from her meal and climbed onto Nafız's shoulder.
"Pleased to meet you, Exiled Leader of the Orcs; develop your spirit animal as soon as possible so I can have a friend to chat with too!"
"You, how can you talk!"
When Alyon shouted stuttering, the tiny rabbit twitched her whiskers angrily.
"If you can talk with that intelligence, what do I lack compared to you, brainless orc!"
The hulking orc's face was changing colors; Alis was quite aggressive contrary to her appearance.
"That's enough; finish your meal as soon as possible. If we don't set off immediately, they will realize there is a problem!"
After Nafız's bittersweet warning, the power animal wouldn't speak again; after sticking her tiny tongue out at Alyon, she returned to her meal like lightning.
"What kind of business is this; since when can this little one talk!"
The giant orc, who had led a stagnant life for a long time, hadn't been able to overcome his excitement; throwing everything aside, he placed this subject at the peak of his priority list.
"I will keep it short because all my experiences are written in the parchment I gave you; I think it happened while she was consuming all the corpses left after the Great War."
The explanation made was truly very short; Alyon, for whom it was impossible to be satisfied with this, immediately took out the papers he received earlier and started reading.
"I can give you a piece of advice, old friend; power animals are our reflection. If you want to surpass yourself, you can get help from it!"
Nafız, making an additional explanation to be more helpful, didn't dwell on it much upon seeing that her words couldn't reach her friend who had currently entered a trance, but not even ten breaths had passed when a shout rose from right next to her.
"I found it; I found the method that will develop both of us!"
When Alyon placed his hand on the tattoo on his arm, he was very sure of himself; this state would cause the female orc, his friend, to smile with pleasure too.
Within the blink of an eye, the brown bear reaching three meters in height stood before the gray-haired orc; although Alyon possessed a physique above standard for his species, in the scene that emerged, all the majesty belonged to the power animal.