It is Time to Hit the Road

The war's outcome was declared when the second arrow from Sangre's bow entered through the bellowing Anton's open mouth and emerged from the root of the nape. The remaining soldiers and bandits await their fate in fear, and the Orcs in the tribe were crying for joy.

"Soldiers, throw your weapons and surrender. As long as you obey orders, your life will be spared! "

As Alyon put an end to the silence, the soldiers, whose commanders left themselves and fled, did not think for a second to lay down their weapons. Nafız knew very well that the tribe needed these war-experienced soldiers, but the few remaining bandits had no value in her eyes.

"My warriors, tear everyone apart except the armored soldiers!"

The blood and hearts of these simple thugs were useless. To reward the efforts of the Orcs, Nafız granted her warriors the pleasure of crushing the enemy. With around four hundred bandits running away in fear, a show began to be staged in the desolate steppe.

The only difference between the action and the game was that the captured bandits turned into puzzle pieces that could not be reassembled. The Orcs slaughtered all day, with all their brutality, to overcome the small number of casualties and their fear all day long.

After the surrendered soldiers were tightly tied, Alyon took the merchant with him and came to the mechanical tool that was left unattended. The trader and his apprentice inspected the machine for a while and said, "It's a low model, but it can be handy for you."

This machine was a lovely gift for the tribe, who made preparations precisely because of the migration. Because they carried their tents on their backs, the tribe's load would only be a small number of items along the way. When Alyon examined the machine's interior, he discovered that the problematic load could travel easily with this machine.

"Dimitri, friend, I will have one last request from you!" Alyon said.

To find out the chef's request, Dimitri respectfully replied.

"If my abilities are a matter of course, you can be sure that I will do my best."

"Very good, please join our little gathering when we return to the tribe. Let's talk about the details right there!"

After Sasha took control, the defense machine entered the tribe like a bridal car. The Orc warriors who had finished the slaughter were puffed up with pride as they waited for chief Alyon at the entrance to the tribe. When they saw their chiefs entering the tribe in a mechanical vehicle, they shouted in unison.

"Long live Chief Alyon! Long live Chief Alyon! "

While the Orcs were joyful, only one person was depressed. She shouted in anger as she waved her whips at the warriors.

"Cut your voice, assholes! Collect the arrows we shot quickly and the equipment of the dead enemies! "

This attitude of Nafız did not bother Alyon at all; someone with the power to destroy all incoming enemies alone could make a little whim. Because orcs were a complacent race, they had to feel the whip on their backs not to lose their discipline. After a while, Sangre arrived with Anton on his back and started talking after throwing his enemy's body to the ground.

"Master, what are we supposed to do with this person's equipment and body?"

Anton was a soldier with the city guards for many years and was one of the few to receive proper care in this remote location. When Nafız examined the corpse, she gave the blood warrior Sangre the boots she had worn before.

An archer's most significant weakness was revealed when his enemy came close. With this equipment, he could quickly retreat and have a chance to continue the attack. Nafız chopped Anton, who had nothing useful other than armor, and sent her heart to Alyon.

Meanwhile, soldiers in a tent quietly awaiting their fate were excited to see Pigtail coming near them. Many of these survivors had seen the Orc before them giving orders on the battlefield.

"To live or to die is in your own hands! Because of the secret you had to learn, if you return to Nikonia, you can guess what will happen to you."

When Pigtail began offering his options to the soldiers who looked in his eyes, the prisoners, realizing that they had a chance to live, began to listen with all their ears.

"Either you migrate with us, you become one of the tribe, or you cannot see the sun again."

As he finished his words, one of the soldiers raised his voice.

"What did you think we were? How do you think we might want to live with savages like you? "

"This friend doesn't want to live with us, do whatever is necessary," Pigtail told the guards next to him.

With all his might, the guard threw his huge battle-ax at the head of the arrogant soldier. The soldier, whose head was cut in half with a blow, wanted to say something at the last moment but did not have enough time.

"Yes, does anyone else want to live in savages like us?"

When Pigtail asked the question, the prisoners in the tent said, we want to live in the tribe in unison.

When he became the chief of the tribe, these trained soldiers would be very beneficial for him, and Pigtail, who did not want more people to die, sent the soldiers to eat today's human food.

When he finished his work, he took a long-serving soldier from among the prisoners and set out for the tent where the meeting would be held. Dimitri, Alyon, Nafız, and Sangre were present in the tent where the meeting was held. The merchant had sent his apprentice to the ditch to remove parts that could be used from the two damaged machines.

As Pigtail entered the tent, Chief Alyon looked over at the soldier he had brought with him.

"Welcome to our tribe! We reward people based on the benefits they provide, and there is a good opportunity to prove their worth. I want to know everything you know about Nikonia."

The soldier, who had the opportunity to stand out in this new group he joined, conveyed all the details he knew. Godfrey's unstable nature and the Gulag's crazy experiments were remarkable details, but the city's defense systems and the layout of the troops were the most critical information.

"Now go back to your tent and tell the soldiers about the new order."

He explained the arrangement he made to him before he made the signal to enlist. This soldier would be the leader of the other soldiers captured in the war, and they would be treated according to their achievements in the assigned missions.

"Dimitri, it's time to reveal the map I want from you," said Nafız.

The merchant took a large parchment from his bag and laid it on the floor. When a map of all the Orc Steppes was laid out before them, Pigtail and his son excitedly began to search for the location of their tribe. Sensing this excitement of father and son, Alyon marked the current location of the tribe with a small knife in his hand.

Seeing their location, they were disappointed. Their tribes were in a strange place in the far corner of the map showing the great orc geography. Taking the task of the chief's action, Dimitri immediately spoke.

"Our location is in the northwest region relative to the main orc tribe. This region consists of steppes with sparse vegetation. There are rich mineral deposits near the orc tribe that ruled the region."

Nafız interrupted while Dimitri was continuing his speech.

"You don't need to go into too much detail. Enough to tell the directions and climates."

After the female orc warns him, Dimitri continues his explanations carefully.

"The southwest region is separated from our region by a great canyon. It has a temperate climate because the sea is coastal. The largest commercial city on the continent is located here."

The merchant, who felt cold on his neck after his last words, hastily continued his words.

"While the Northeast region consists of glaciers due to the mountains surrounding it, the southeast region is covered with dense and dense forests."

Hearing the explanations, Pigtail turned to the chief and asked, "Where will our tribe's new living place be?"

Alyon began to speak, pointing to where the great rift on the map intersected the mountains and the sea.

"Here is a region hidden in the mountains that I discovered long ago. You will settle and become stronger in this place where there are streams, forests, and abundant wild creatures. In case of any need, the merchant Dimitri will provide what you want."

"Merchant! I hope you don't think of betraying us. You know I can find you if you run to the other side of the world, right?"

Nafız was publicly threatening Dimitri, who was listening attentively to the conversations. Unlike his previous fearful behavior, Dimitri turned to Nafız, wearing a noble air this time.

"Mrs. Nafız, as a trader, the trust between my client and me is always a top priority for me. My apprentice, Sasha, will deliver the incoming orders by his hand. If anything bothers you, you can always find me in the Golden City. "

Nafız was stunned by the merchant's changed attitude.

"Look at me; you quickly forgot the past. Courage, self-confidence has come to you!"

Seeing that Nafız was obsessed with someone again, Alyon interrupted.

"The meeting is over. Let the preparations be completed; we will depart in the daylight!"