Must be a Boy

While the return journey was tranquil, they came before the Chief to get the second and third Orcs names. Like children who had just received their holiday gifts, both warriors did not leave the items they had won from the dungeon for a moment.

Slowly, the disappointment began to pass, and Alyon tried not to show his feelings due to his position, even though he was upset by this situation. When everyone was ready, Alyon turned to the orcs waiting for their names, and called out.

"You have successfully passed the test of the ancestors, and you have received your blessings. Now it is time for you to receive your new names as a certificate of this heroism."

"Second, step forward. I will give you your name. "

As Nafız called out to the orc with her in the reward dungeon, the second orc stepped forward in fear.

"Your name will be "Kuyag" from now on!"

Learning that this word he had never heard before would be his name, the orc wanted to say something in surprise, but a pair of eyes staring at him was enough to change his mind.

"Come forward too, orc warrior. From now on, your name will be Brutal Wall."

The orc, who was naturally named after his vast shield, was delighted by hitting his friend's back with pleasure. After the ceremony, Kuyag and Brutal Wall took their places to keep watch and left the peace.

Nafız came to her student, who had become withdrawn after leaving the reward dungeon with a severe injury, and found him looking into the distance again.

"I know the fire that burns inside you, and when the time comes, I will let you do what you want."

His master's words had the effect of a green oasis in the dehydrated Sangre in the desert. As his red-lined eyes began to sparkle, he got on top of the moving vehicle and started training with his new blades.

Returning at the first light of the morning, as when they left the tribe, his team was greeted by a fully equipped unit at the entrance. Seeing this union of orc and human warriors, the people in the vehicle could not hide their surprise.

Until this time, the human squad was being trained among themselves, patrolling and staying in a separate tent.

After the vehicle stopped, the company took the inspection position as the contents slowly came out.

"Welcome, Chief!"

The stance of this mixed union, which saluted him with their loud voices, made Alyon's mouth reach his ears. When he turned to Nafız with admiration, he found him shaking her head as if to say I knew.

"You two go and report to Pigtail."

Seeing the Brutal Wall trying to run by rubbing his giant shield on the ground, Nafız shouted angrily.

"Idiot! That shield is attached to your soul; haven't you learned to adjust its size yet?"

Stopping running for a moment, the orc stared at the shield in his hand. While Nafız, who was tense, was going to intervene, Alyon calmly entered the conversation.

"Captain, you can put it aside until he is in complete control of his shield. Don't be afraid; nobody else can use it except you. "

Old Alyon had a deep knowledge of the nature of these items, as he had fully internalized the weapon he received from the bounty dungeon. Prize equipment was handed over to their owners in their most majestic sizes, and it was impossible to use them except for those whose spirit they were attached to.

Alyon, who has been away from the tribe for more than six months, had a question in his mind as he walked quickly to his tent, I wonder what my child is doing?

"Hey! Walk a little slower; what excitement is that?"

How could Alyon not be excited? His firstborn child must have had his share of this majestic blood, as he carried a piece of the ancient Orc Lord bloodline within him. How could Alyon know that a big surprise awaited him inside, entering his tent, confident that he would meet a strong warrior orc?

In one corner of the great Chief's tent, a frail male Orc bent over was staring at him without looking up from the book in his hand.

"Who are you, the frail bug? What are you doing in my tent?

While walking towards the orc chief who stood up by closing his book, Nafız also entered the tent.

"Hello, according to the recipe I was told, you Chief Alyon and ma'am must be the greatest warrior of the tribe, the Blood God Nafız."

Nafız was very surprised by the words she heard while looking at this male orc whose height and physical characteristics were the same as herself.

"Wow, I never expected to see someone speaking such kindly in this wild land."

Nafız was flattered when the skinny orc called him by his full title. Alyon's roar shook the tent as he smiled gladly.

"I asked you who the hell you are, stop talking nonsense and introduce yourself!"

"Sir, I am the first son of the chief of the tribe, the great warrior Alyon."

The words of the short, skinny orc standing before him in his simple leather outfit caused Alyon to take a few steps back and fall on his back. Alyon came out of the tent as the dreams he had dreamed along the way passed like a film strip before his eyes.

"Miloş! No one can take you away from me anymore."

Nafız, who came out of the tent after Alyon, who was greedily running to the training ground, could not make sense of what was happening. Worried that her out-of-control friend might make a foolish move, she increased her speed, and the orcs on the training ground began to appear from afar.

While the warrior orcs were in a training fight with each other, Alyon entered the field like a bullet and blew the orcs he came across until they reached the commander Miloş. It was too late when Miloş, who was in a heated battle, felt the danger approaching him.

Shielding his shoulder against the punch that came at the last moment, Miloş was thrown tens of steps with the effect of the blow and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Miloş! I gave you a clear order on my way out, and you knew very well what would happen to you if you disobeyed."

Looking at Chief Alyon, the commander who had been hit hard, remembered the note Pigtail had given him six months ago.

"I'm leaving the tribe; I predict that I will have a child in the time until the day I return."

Remembering the beginning of the note that Alyon sent to him, Miloş knew that he was living the last moments of his life because what was written in the rest of the letter was his most significant guarantee.

"If the child to be born is not capable of leading the glorious orc tribe, you will have him removed from the tribe before I arrive."

It may have been heartlessness that Alyon had done, but he needed to find a replacement heir when he left to avenge his master.

"Sir, the situation is not as you know it. I can explain."

Trying hard to get up, Miloş could barely speak with the pain of his ribs sinking into his lungs.

"Stop the nonsense; my order was clear. If you have mercy, you will be in a state to beg for mercy."

Finishing his words, Alyon sped up to strike the final blow, stunned by an ax stabbed in front of him.

"First, you interrupted my battle, and now you say you will kill my master. Who are you, camel?"

While turning the two machetes in her hands with her wrist movements, an Orc that came in front of Miloş was staring into Alyon's eyes without fear.

Turning red with anger, Alyon began to spread a heavy war intent around him as he strode forward. As the orcs rushed to the place where the events took place due to the voices, they slowly retreated from fear, while the female orc spoke with a laugh.

"Is that all you can do?"

The orc's gaze was sharp as she took a battle stance, and a strange power began to seep out from her body. This power caused the weaker ones of the orcs fleeing around her to faint while the other warriors were frozen in place.

As Alyon accelerated his steps with the enthusiasm of his anger, he was stunned by the events before his eyes and the energy from his rival orc. Not knowing what to do, a voice rang out right under his ear.

"Did your nerves blind you that much? Look at that orc standing in front of you, dummy!"

Nafız, watching the events from afar from the beginning, hurriedly appeared next to Alyon after the abnormal developments. Shedding his anger with his partner's voice, Alyon began to scrutinize his opponent.

A head taller than other orcs in the tribe, though not as much as him, his opponent was gigantic and prominently enormous muscles. Other than that, there was no way Alyon hadn't known about the move that had just caused the orcs to faint, and he was stunned. This was the Warrior's Fury technique, inherited from Braveheart's blood to his master.

Apart from the extraordinary features of his opponent, another detail that made Alyon stupid; was the orc female that took a battle position against him.

"Miloş and Yarmagül, you both come to the chef's tent. The rest of you continue to practice."

After Nafız gave the order, no one spoke out. Orcs appeared wanting to say something, but the tribe's ancient warriors silenced them before opening their mouths. Maybe the newborns might not have known her, but the old warriors were aware that pulling the wrath of Nafız was the worst possible scenario in this situation.

"Don't worry, Alyon! A man would be a man's son-in-law; don't bother your sweet soul."

While walking between Alyon in the front and the two people behind, Nafız couldn't help but make fun of her stunned friend. A short time later, when they reached the tent, they found the skinny orc waiting for them at the entrance with his book in hand.

"Everybody comes in; you're going to tell me everything."

When Alyon spoke without looking back and sat down, the rest of them were entering one by one. The female orc remaining at the end of the group shouted angrily after logging in.

"Get out of that place, you disrespectful bastard! It is the seat of the Great Orc Lord Alyon."

While everyone who witnessed the event looked at the female orc in amazement, Nafız burst out laughing.

"This girl got all the protein and calcium, but the omega and folic acid seem to have stayed with that skinny boy."

As laughter groaned the tent, Pigtail bowed and walked through the door. The actual Chief, who was standing without sitting down because he had not received the necessary signal from the Chief, was not yet aware of what was happening.

"Pigtail, I want to know every detail of what happened while I was gone!"

While Pigtail, who started talking about the pregnancy of his children's mother and the painful event that happened on the night of his birth, breathlessly gave his report, the pain of Alyon's heart was reflected on his face.

As a result of the talk of their mother's death during childbirth, both of his brothers were upset, and when the male's attitude towards the war was spoken about, the Chief turned to Miloş by making a cut sign with his hand.

"Yes, Miloş, I look forward to your explanation for me."

Miloş, who was swept away by the force of the blow, and many of his ribs were broken as he fell to the ground, stood up with the help of the female orc.

"Chief Alyon, no matter what I did, your son didn't want to undergo combat training. Despite the many torture methods he witnessed in Pigtail, he made it clear that he would not reverse his decision even in the event of death."

Miloş paused for a while because of his painful wounds and looked happily at the supporting female orc.

"On the contrary, your daughter has an innate talent for warfare. After six months of training, even I will not be able to compete with him."

While one of his children was blessed with intelligence, the other was a war machine that could use the blood technique in this short time.

"I think the two brothers are the perfect fit for your plans. Drop the stubbornness and accept the situation."

While Nafız was advising her friend to support his two children, she continued to speak, seeing Alyon's indecisive expression.

"The person who became your master was an extraordinary warrior, but did he notice the plot?"

With a lightning flash in his head with the question of Nafız, Alyon was lost in thought, lost in the sea of ​​memories.

After tinkering with old memories for a long time, the following conclusion appeared in his mind.

"If my master had such a clever brother, his father and himself would not have ended like this."