While the water washed away the dirt, the fire was burning all the filth with its flames and reducing it to ashes; this deviant temple where evil had insidiously taken root was disappearing from the face of the earth.
"I sent Alis to scout; you take those who are well enough to walk and go to the prisoners!"
Speaking to her friend, Nafız suddenly sped toward where the structure, which was previously covered with a red dome, stood, without waiting for an answer.
"You two are coming with me!"
Nafız left the house, snatching the commander she caught by the nape and his aide with her claws; when she arrived at the place they had determined, she would see that Alyon and the wounded hadn't arrived yet.
The prisoners had been chasing the fleeing orc from the start; since they were unaware of what was going on in the background, they were about to swallow their tongues in the face of the current state of the assistant commander, whom they feared to death.
Not a sound was heard in the environment; in these moments when even the flapping of a flying fly could cause an echo in the ears, finally Alyon and those with him had managed to arrive.
Meanwhile, something very interesting would happen; seeing the handcuffed soldiers, Alyon's team stopped advancing and involuntarily took small steps backward.
"Don't be afraid; they can't do anything to you anymore!"
Seeing the situation, Nafız shouted with all her might; she absolutely wasn't angry with them; essentially, she would be surprised if it were otherwise after all the things they had experienced.
"Loser Druids, we will wipe out the lineage of all of you!"
The one speaking was the man with the curled mustache; since his voice was at a volume everyone could hear, these words caused the people experiencing uneasiness to fall to the ground in fear and cover their heads with their hands.
"Ha Ha Ha!"
The situation created after his action caused the commander to laugh with pleasure; from his point of view, even though his escape was prevented, considering he had remained alive until this time, it wasn't possible for the enemy to kill him.
This was always why he acted with such insolence as if saying "I am still here" while being humiliated with his hands tied in front of his soldiers whom he had ruled with an iron fist for years.
Actually, he wasn't wrong in his predictions; indeed, Nafız didn't want to kill him, but this motive wasn't because she feared his organization, but because she knew there were others who deserved this before her.
Even if she wouldn't kill him, the female orc couldn't remain indifferent to this action of Curled Mustache; to give the necessary punishment, she suddenly thrust her hand into the open mouth of the man laughing while neighing.
Although the man, who was dumbfounded, wanted to close his mouth, it wasn't possible for him to succeed; the enemy's hand had already entered up to the wrist. This scene wouldn't last long; not even two breaths later, the frail orc pulled her hand back with something dangling in her palm.
Although the captive soldiers couldn't understand what this was at first, when it was thrown in front of them accompanied by curses, they could see that Nafız had torn out the commander's tongue from its root.
"Son of a dishonorable man, did you think I was afraid of that fucked up organization of yours?"
All the captive soldiers were witnessing the man they feared like the Grim Reaper bellowing like dying wild animals right now; the fear covering their insides had increased several times over.
"Come here, look at their faces one by one; if there is anyone among them who has come to the hut where you were before, you can kill them without hesitation!"
After what they heard, the people, many of whom were wounded, entered into mixed feelings; uneasiness wrapped their entire bodies, and they were looking at Nafız with fearful eyes, incapable of doing what was said.
"What are you waiting for? Here is the opportunity; punish those who tormented you!"
In her second address, there was the disappointment of her anger and expectation not being met; the female orc's words had ceased to create an opportunity and turned into an order they had to obey.
"Supreme Orc Warrior, please show us understanding!"
One person from within the group rescued from the Torture Hut would step in to soften the increasingly tense atmosphere; what a coincidence that this green-haired man was the person Nafız gave responsibility to while leaving.
"I am already showing understanding; I am giving you the right to demand an account for the humiliation you suffered and the pain you endured!"
The female orc, whose anger from a moment ago had relatively subsided, uttered her words slowly and distinctly as if saying them to teach something.
"Sir, we are Druids; our teachings and lifestyle make it impossible for us to perform the action you want. It is not possible for us to do something against nature like ending the life cycle of a living being."
"What are you saying, damn it? Leaving aside those who died in that hell, how can you forget the condition of the survivors other than you? How can the life of these people, who are so vile and devoid of honor as to cripple a tiny child, have any value in your eyes!"
The gray-haired orc, who had remained silent from the start, had gone crazy; his patience, which had been filling up since he arrived at the hut, was finally overflowing like a flood.
"I told you, sir, we cannot harm anyone!"
"Now I will..."
"Alyon stop, give me some time!"
The hulking orc was a purebred barbarian; as the people resisted implementing an idea that was quite logical for him, the wild side inside him was emerging.
Fortunately, his friend Nafız was with him and had managed to rein him in; otherwise, the point the matter was going to reach would be a mass massacre.
When things calmed down, the female orc examined both sides silently for a while; there could be those among the soldiers who hadn't participated in the torment inflicted on the Druids; killing people who were in the outpost only for war after they surrendered wouldn't suit them.
"We do it like this: you will identify those who tormented the people they took captive for us, then you can go to your friends whose condition is critical and rest!"
Nafız had put on her most sympathetic mask; her mouth was reaching her ears while speaking with her velvet-soft voice.
"Identifying these people will prevent them from inflicting the same torture on other people in the future; ultimately, you also have a responsibility in this matter."
Her last words would also encourage the Druids to think; although they couldn't use direct violence, they were beginning to understand that they should have a share in the solution to this problem.
Their whispering among themselves was a sign, albeit small, that they looked favorably on this idea, but Nafız still didn't know what answer these people, who had an understanding very foreign to her, would give.
"You are right in what you said, Orc warrior; we will show you the people who treated us badly!"
More than a hundred soldiers' faces turned white upon this answer; staying where they were was trouble, fleeing was another trouble. Many had been serving here for a long time; there seemed to be no one among them who hadn't gone to the hut for their sexual desires.
They had all understood that death was approaching them step by step while watching the Druids walking toward them; a single word coming out of their mouths was enough for their heads to fly.
The soldier at the head of the line had already closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly forward; he was sure he would die because he had visited the windowless hut more than once.
The footsteps right in front of him took his heart in a vise of fear and squeezed it; contrary to his rising body temperature, cold sweats gliding down his nape were almost roughly tempering his body.
"This person!"
When he heard the voice he expected, the captive soldier retreated into his shell by burying his head completely between his two shoulders; while waiting for the hand that would catch him, he felt that time had stopped and was resisting flowing.
"Get over there, damn it!"
Right at this moment, an event would occur that was normal for everyone in the environment but strange for the soldier who had convinced himself he would die; the gray-haired hulking orc had skipped him and thrown his friend right next to him into the air with a fury.