"Really, are you not going to give me that beautiful girl now?"
Inside the Fox Jurij's residence, four people were sitting facing each other; the hulking and green one among them seemed a bit put out while calling out to his friend, who was of a different color like him.
"As your self-confidence returned, your other bad habits popped their heads out of their holes one after another. What are you going to do with a woman who has no tongue in her mouth!"
"Heh! Heh! Heh! We don't have to kiss, dear!"
After Alyon's loose answer, while a dagger was advancing towards him from within the dim light, the hulking orc was still grinning brazenly.
"Enough of this empty chatter! Jurij, what is the latest status of the soldiers? They know whom they will be fighting with from this hour on, right?"
Everyone had seen the two orcs after the last battle experienced; Nafız was curious about how the reverberation of this event was among the people whose numbers exceeded thousands.
"Sir, thanks to the plan you made, the soldiers accepted the situation almost without a peep; the help arriving just as they were about to lose their lives was quite effective in their taking this decision."
The Black Lilies truly had no mercy; from the moment they crossed the walls and entered inside, they had slaughtered the soldiers ruthlessly. If not for Alyon's support, they wouldn't have had the slightest hesitation about tearing everyone appearing before them into pieces; at this point, what the hulking orc did had been the key point for people submitting without questioning.
"Look, I've solved the issue, give her to me; it's not like I'm going to kill her, right?"
"Man, get out of here, we're really going to fall out; I'll put you back into the depression you came out of!"
After the bloodshot eyes turning to him, Alyon decided not to open this subject again, realizing he was pushing his luck too much. Dimitar, seizing the short silence formed in the environment as an opportunity, would jump into the conversation rapidly as if waiting for this moment.
"Sir, we sent the pieces of the shield broken as you wished and the girl's tongue to the command center of the Black Lilies!"
While he was the second man of the unit sent to suppress the events breaking out in the border outpost, Dimitar, finding himself as the number two of the support headquarters all of a sudden, was quite pleased with his new place. He was doing the jobs given to him without question and definitely not making anyone repeat the orders he received.
"Good, first I took his niece whom he loved very much and doted upon from his hands, and now his only remaining heirloom is held captive by me. Is it sense of duty? Or family love? Old geezer, let's see what you will do!"
The addressee of the question was in no condition to talk to anyone after what reached his hands; he was flickering on and off like a firefly inside the storm created by the crazy questions in his head.
"How can it be, how can two orcs achieve this!"
"Even if Gregoria was raised under my wings all her life, she shouldn't be this weak. And Naldo, who could be the person possessing the weapon to break his impenetrable defense?"
Lord Galeno, the commander of the Hell Realm siege units, firmly believed deep down that what happened wasn't a job only two orcs could do. His consciousness, denying the reality before his eyes, was preparing the biggest of traps for him; he was sure as his name that the end of the rope would lead to their eternal enemy, the Holy Blood Sect.
"Since they haven't killed my niece yet, their main aim is to reach me; I have to report this to my clan!"
When he finished his conversation with himself, Galeno clenched his trembling hands tightly into fists and landed a hard blow on the table in front of him; the energy rising along with the wood pieces flying in the air would cause the floor to sink a finger's width.
"It's not that easy, I will show you whom you are dealing with!"
No matter how angry he was, the old man hadn't lost his common sense; even when his only Gregoria was in the hands of his enemies, he was thinking of his own life first.
At the end of ten days spent in mutual waiting, the patience of both sides had started pushing its limits. Although she didn't want to show it, Nafız wasn't pleased at all with this taciturn attitude of the enemy.
"Let's wait two more days; if we see there is still no sound, cut her ears off and send them to her uncle!"
While the young girl, from whose body and soul the traces of her former majestic appearance were slowly erased, looked at her with fear-filled eyes, the female orc with her short hair stood upright like a monument of unscrupulousness.
"Come on, give up this stubbornness, let me have some fun with her before she's completely worn out!"
"Ughhhhhhhh, friend, what happened to you all of a sudden? It seems this horniness of yours hit not only your head but your tongue too?"
Nafız, who went out as soon as she slammed the door of the small hut, hadn't given a refusal answer to her friend this time. Alyon, in astonishment at this, would throw the one or two soldiers who came with them out by kicking and slapping after remaining motionless for a while.
"Commander Nafız, there is a subject I need to talk to you about privately!"
The mood of the female orc, who finally gave in and turned a blind eye to her friend's requests, would change suddenly as a result of a person she never expected calling out to her.
"A private subject, I wonder what kind of subject you and I could talk about?"
"Let's think, do you want to talk about the changes in the climate of the Wild Swamp, the Druids' aptitude for handicrafts, or my forcing you to do things contrary to your temperament?"
Nafız, looking with despising eyes at the druid who was the son of one of the Five Roots, turned her back after mocking him a bit and started walking towards the place where she rested during the boring waiting period.
"I want a Spirit Animal like my friends; I want to go to the place you sent them!"
The female orc, having walked a few steps away, turned her head and cast a harsh glance over her shoulder at the druid who had raised his voice a bit.
"I couldn't quite hear, say what you want again!"
It hadn't taken two breaths for the words to leave her mouth, but this passing time would be enough to shatter the druid, who had spoken with ambition before, as if he had been subjected to torture for days.
"I also want to possess a Spirit Animal!"
The young man's knees were trembling; while his body soaked in sweat was about to collapse, he had been able to repeat his previous request stuttering.
Actually, as soon as the siege of the headquarters ended, Nafız had expected another attack from the Black Lilies; this time Alyon would deal with the incoming commander, and this way her friend's skills could be honed even further.
Unfortunately, when this event didn't happen and the hulking orc started honing himself in other directions, saying 'opportunity is opportunity', Nafız had sent the two druids who earned their names on the road to Parthenia.
No matter what, Ainle, who saw himself as the leader of the small group, would practically be devastated by this news; he had already been pushed into the background enough, what would he do if his friends became much stronger than him too?
After the developments where even the thought ensured the young druid's devastation, he put his pride aside and came to Nafız's door, but the female orc didn't seem to have any thought of fulfilling his request.
"Go stir shit somewhere else, where did you get the idea that I would help a mama's boy like you?"
Nafız no longer saw herself as a Messiah distributing power and wisdom; since she had experienced how destructive the results of this illusion could be before, the young druid didn't have much chance this time.
"I am not begging for help, I want it in exchange for showing you the locations of the four dungeons hidden on the continent!"