Although two days had passed since their contact with the enemy, no other conflict had occurred yet; when an outpost appeared in the distance, Alyon started speaking cheerfully with the excitement this gave.
"Continuing with the method from last time, Nafız!"
Listening to her friend, the female orc remained silent for a while; looking at the enemy headquarters appearing more and more in front of them, she was thinking.
"No need to change a working tactic; only a little work falls to these two unnecessary ones first!"
Close to their emergence from among the trees, they could clearly see the guards on the walls of the outpost and the soldiers in the towers, whose surroundings had been cleared of all greenery for environmental security.
"Come on little druids, go out and challenge those on the walls!"
Nafız would use a very deeply rooted tactic she knew from her old world; how old a trick it was to send small children ahead to beat someone up.
"Cruel humans!"
"Heartless ones!"
When the two druids stepped a few paces ahead of the group and shouted, their voices mixed into the air with the blowing wind; while their friends behind could barely hear them, the enemies in the distance were not even aware of their existence.
"Shout, damn it!"
Fortunately, there was Alyon, filled with ambition since his last defeat; if the friend standing behind a person is scarier than the enemy in front, they had no choice but to listen to him.
"Today, you will pay the price for what you did!"
"Druid warriors have come to punish you!"
The image created by the druids shouting with Power Rangers lines could be described with only a single word: 'Funny'.
Naturally, the guards keeping watch on the walls had also started laughing; perhaps because the days passed boringly or maybe because they had been on this continent for a long time, the words of the druids had terribly amused them.
"Go out and catch those; it is enough if they entertain us for a few days!"
One person among the soldiers gave his order with a smile on his face; judging by a few different details on his outfit, he was a low-level command officer.
A team of five people answered his call; when the gate of the outpost made from the trees of the slaughtered forest opened, they rushed out running.
When the Orc Steppes were under the management of Siyahayı, the border outposts were quite active; many orc slaves came and went, providing quite a bit of entertainment for the soldiers at these points.
Due to the changing conditions, these two druids would come like medicine to them in days passing quietly; they were eager to catch them immediately and break their arms and legs.
They were very enthusiastic, but there was no rule that things would always go according to plan; they could only blame themselves for being too weak to see the arrows piercing their heads.
"Continue, challenge them a bit more!"
"You will all suffer!"
"We will throw you out of these lands!"
While Alyon forced the druids, who became thoroughly uneasy in the face of what they saw, he had grimaced as a result of the words coming out of their mouths.
Words steeped in fragility to the point of breaking, threats at the peak of naivety had caused the hulking orc to overflow.
"Step aside you, watch and learn!"
Meanwhile, seeing their dying friends, the guards had gone into alarm status; the soldiers in the tower, who didn't care much about the two druids before, would also focus all their attention on them.
While Alyon walked toward the front of everyone, his power animal Pehlivan, by whom he was defeated two days ago, had also taken his place beside him.
"Come out, motherfuckers! Your daddy Alyon has come!"
A blood-curdling roar accompanied this cry; unlike the previous ones, the voice of Alyon and his spirit animal was now ringing inside the entire outpost.
"Come here, handsomest of druids, we will go for a little stroll!"
When the gray-haired orc climbed onto Pehlivan's back, one of his hands was on Conlaoch's collar whom he dragged along; while dragging him after him, there was a goofy expression on the druid's face.
Everything from here on would happen almost as a copy of the capture of the first outpost; this similarity was also valid for the windowless hut inside the outpost.
While the surviving soldiers waited on their knees handcuffed behind their backs, Nafız was walking back and forth in front of the captive druids conscious enough to move.
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, today you will make a choice!"
"Either you will kill one of the soldiers invading your continent and swear to fight with us, or you will go to the Orc Steppes with the warriors coming to take the wounded!"
When Nafız paused her speech, the druids newly rescued from hell were looking at each other in astonishment; the medicine for these people whose confusion hit their faces was again with the female orc.
"I know, the second option is very attractive for people of your nature, but everyone with us will be rewarded with a great grace."
The last link of the chain of consecutive events would end with Alis darting from the tattoo on Nafız's arm.
"Be men for two minutes, do what you are told!"
After grumbling with a single eyebrow raised, the tiny white rabbit moved at lightning speed toward the corpses gathered aside; although Alis wanted to scold these people thoroughly, she would listen to the word of her hunger she couldn't satisfy.
"Here, oppressed druids, the spirit animals mentioned in your race's fairy tales stand right before your eyes!"
While Nafız pointed with one hand to Pehlivan, making a show of force with all his majesty next to Alyon, she was pointing to the soldiers they needed to kill with the index finger of her other hand.
The silence and inaction that occurred were very normal, but Alyon, getting thoroughly bored with these matters, decided to take action to take a step forward. Fortunately, a hand touching his shoulder had stopped him; it was Conlaoch walking toward the captive soldiers with his iron stick dragging on the ground.
"Bam!"
One hit, one head.
"Bam!"
Another hit and another flying head.
Two of the nearly fifty soldiers who surrendered were now dead; the warrior druid must have gotten used to the weight of his stick, for he was no longer just breaking the enemy's neck but tearing their heads off.
"Listen to me!"
Although not an Alyon, a not bad voice was coming out of the hulking druid too.
"No one will come to save you; there is no one inside the Divine Shield nor anyone coming to help from outside the continent!"
"We have no branch to hold onto other than two orc warriors exiled from their homelands and ourselves!"
"Now shake yourselves off and come to your senses; let's turn this paradise motherland back into a place where loving people can live together with the Druid Liberation Army!"
"For this, perhaps we will abandon what we were taught throughout our lives, we will have to do things contrary to our essence, but for a druid society that will live free and in love on the Wild Swamp, I am ready to pay this price!"
Unexpectedly, the warrior druid was also quite a talker; the druids rescued from captivity had already started looking a bit more eagerly at the short swords thrown in front of them.
"Arghhh!"
Finally, what the orcs expected happened; a druid came running, grabbed the sword on the ground, and stabbed it rapidly into a soldier's unarmored bare chest.
The event was expected, but seeing the person performing it had astonished those in the group traveling together for a while.
They found the weak and trembling druid, whom Nafız hadn't even given a nickname to call out in any way, looking at them with the short sword in his hand; actually, he was not conscious of what he did as much as the others either. Even when Conlaoch hugged him tightly after this move, the tremor in his body could be seen with the naked eye.
"Now I can comfortably call you brother, Ler; welcome to the ranks of our holy army!"
The events experienced would ensure the confused captive druids gained clarity; saying one, two, half of the soldiers waiting for their deaths had already come to the end of their lives.
"Twenty druid warriors along with Baldy, not bad at all!"
Alyon was quite pleased after counting the druids who decided to fight with them one by one with his fingers.
"I give you my word; when your country becomes free, you will be reunited with the legendary spirit animals your ancestors possessed!"
Nafız had said her last word; without even looking at the faces of the druids who chose the second option, she was walking toward the place where she would rest.