"Stop!"
Everyone positioned inside the Druid Settlement was looking at the back of the person taking a step outside the one-hundred-meter border. Although those except a few people were surprised at his both walking and saying "stop", the person he spoke to was actually very far away.
Khan, hearing what was said to him, would rein in his effect he was about to spread without thinking twice; the one speaking wasn't an ordinary person, but his grandfather in person.
Alyon didn't stop after crossing the one-hundred-meter border; he continued walking toward the place where the war was experienced most violently with big but calm steps.
"Master!"
Although no one could see, Bookworm was looking at Nafız with eyes full of fear; this move of his father, who could barely recover himself after the Great War, had made his heart jump into his mouth.
The female orc didn't answer, she didn't have a word to say anyway; the only thing she knew was whatever would happen would happen now, and this would be a very big thing, either good or bad.
There were enemies attacking Alyon as he approached the dangerous area; the grey-haired orc was repelling them only with his fists, he hadn't taken his weapon in his hand yet.
When one of the heavy cannons of the opposing side landed on the battlefield, how could all eyes on the other front not turn to him? Hell broke loose in the headquarters of the Army of Four Civilizations; one of the two people who paved the way for this war by disrupting the order on the continent had taken action.
"Calm down, it is just an orc after all! How can he cope with two techniques formed as a result of the accumulations of two civilizations?"
Although Severo worried inwardly, he had made a harsh outburst not to show this; after the proposition that seemed logical to everyone, things had calmed down, but the cry heard immediately afterward was making earth and sky groan.
"Listen to me, my warriors!"
Alyon would shout tearing his lungs apart to make his voice heard by orc warriors in every corner of the gigantic area. He had reached his aim too; the ear of his army unable to take their eyes off the enemy was on him.
"I let you down in the last war, I let my family down, I let myself down!"
Orcs wanting to hear encouraging words from him were bewildered; what was the person who was the reason for their being here saying at the most critical moment of the war like this?
"There are united forces of the whole world opposite us, and they won't stop without destroying us. Today, we will either feast with the blood and flesh of our enemies, or become history on these lands where our ancestors ruled together once upon a time!"
After his long sentence, the grey-haired orc fell silent for a while; he contented himself with watching the entire battlefield from where he was. For some unknown reason later, he would start shouting again.
"Now is the time to prove some things; to ourselves, to our race, and to the whole world!"
"I, Alyon, promise you; as long as I breathe, the place I step on is orc's land, and as long as this heart beats, no one can persecute my race!"
When the words he shouted by taking out from the deepest place of his heart ended, the grey-haired orc spoke with a voice only he could hear.
"Lineage Power - Wrath of the Lord"
At that moment, a power wave centering on Alyon spread throughout the entire battlefield; the person called the Supreme Lord of Orcs symbolically had shown that he truly deserved this title now.
"Wild Swamp Dungeons, Birth of the Orc Lord quest completed!"
When the metallic voice rang in his ear, the grey-haired orc had already lost himself long ago; nothing could disturb him while experiencing the intoxication of the new power overflowing from his soul.
Everyone in the Orc Steppes Army headquarters was also captivated by the magic of Alyon's words; only one person could see the change his friend experienced.
The remorse he suffered for years, the torture he inflicted on himself had finally come to an end; Alyon was like the time he was first born.
All balances were doomed to change once more on the chaotic battlefield; the weakening effect the Orc Lord created on his enemies had gone far beyond Severo's technique.
"All units forward, let's crush and pass all enemies with the support of our Lord!"
Çekiçdöven wasn't the naive child leaning against the walls of Parthenia anymore; countless life-and-death situations he entered after leaving his isolated tribe had turned him into a commander deciding like lightning.
Although their lost powers didn't return, orcs would pass to the upper hand situation again because their enemies fell into a worse situation than them. Thanks to their Lord Alyon suppressing two techniques alone, the time had come to take revenge for their dying kinsmen, and the hearts of millions of warriors were beating with this thought.
"Impossible, it shouldn't happen, the Blessing of the Goddess shouldn't have been suppressed in this way!"
When the technique Maria de León had full faith in was suppressed by an orc, she reacted as if she was a truly living entity for the first time. The woman seeming distant to worldly affairs like an angel descended from the skies blushed; she was angry at the crystal in which magic power was stored, which she could take with her by paying a heavy price, turning into nothing.
"The same damn thing again; how much stronger will this orc get!"
The number two of the Black Lilies was swearing openly; he couldn't stand the effect created by the crystal his clan obtained with great sacrifices being broken by a single orc.
Dragan and Hank were silent; they were aware of everything, but speech was silver, silence was gold for them as of now.
"Go and destroy, one hundred thousand prisoners!"
Being silent was fleeing, but truths didn't seem likely to leave them alone; Number One of the Elite Ten intended to show why he was deemed worthy of this title.
When his totem reached a height of one hundred steps, a rain of light had covered all his surroundings; sparkles flowing onto the battlefield like a flood were advancing by taking the two disciples of the Lands of Light with them too.
Could others stop if their leader gave the start? Number Two, whose blood was flowing in streams from cuts formed on his black leather armor, had grabbed the wrist of one of the mercenaries tightly.
"This arm is mine now!"
When the unfortunate man blinked his eye once after these words, he possessed only a single arm now; the warrior of the Elite Ten had ripped his limb off him.
"Run!"
Actions of the orc who decorated his body with stripes of blood didn't seem likely to end here either; after the last word coming out of his mouth, the mercenary didn't have a head to carry on his shoulders anymore.
The Three-Headed Hydra and orc warriors surrounding it also went out of defense state and were moving forward, into the enemy; since Alyon activated his technique, the Orc Steppes Army had taken the wind behind its back.
"Attack, otherwise I won't be able to hold the shield any longer!"
Six Special Unit members, who couldn't endure Elite Ten warriors half their number under normal conditions, were now having difficulty stopping orcs coming upon them together with their power animals.
Moreover, normal orc warriors sharpening against these people who killed many of their friends were also attacking them relentlessly in a berserk state.
The disciple of the Lands of Light had pushed his limits to his last power, but this wouldn't help either; when the shield on which a few small cracks appeared exploded with noise, orcs had attacked like hungry wild animals.
Millions finding their leaders were like a roaring flood; while trampling and overcoming their barriers, they were crushing and passing whoever was in front of them.
"It shouldn't have been like this, I don't want to die!"
At the same moments, one of the two warriors of the Black Lily Clan was crying by looking at his friend lying lifelessly in his arms; although he was trained in a place that was the face of cruelty, the breath of death was more frightening than anything.
He didn't want to die, but they had prepared their own ends long ago; from the moment they cut off the path of the person dressed in black armors going to Number Three's aid, their fates were sealed.
When the fist landing on his head he bowed with submission exploded his body from more than one place and scattered it around, the end of the road had appeared for them; they wouldn't be able to escape being the meal of the four-legged power animal standing at their heads.