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Kapitel 34: Alone Warrior

"What happened, handsome? You look very upset."

After looking at Dilber out of the corner of her eye, Nafız called out to Alyon, who was sitting down in the middle of the square.

"Nafız, don't start; I have no mood."

Seeing that Alyon was upset, Nafız took his arm and pulled him into a corner. Meanwhile, the second and third Orcs were delighted by showing each other the awards they had received from the dungeon.

The third orc, who showed his friend the shield larger than himself, relieved a lion's head on the front, controlled the leather armor on the second with his hand. While Dilber's attention shifted to the items these two brought with them, Alyon spoke with a troubled tone.

"Damn, I had to come back empty-handed because my master got the reward for this dungeon. The rule that only one gift can be received from the reward dungeon applies even to heirs."

Learning about Alyon's situation, Nafız started to speak to console his friend.

"I know that the Warhammer you have now is insufficient to reflect its strength, but be patient until you get the orc steppes in our hands. I'm sure your weapon is waiting for you at our next destination, big boy!"

Nafız, who wanted to satisfy the joy of Alyon, whom she had smacked on the head twice, turned her eyes to Dilber and called out after she looked around as if she was looking for something.

"Where is the orc that entered the tunnel alone?"

"It has been seventy days since you entered the tunnels, and the first group to come out was the hero Chief Alyon's group."

While Dilber continued to speak by pulling her eyes from Alyon, whom she was looking at with love, when she turned to Nafız, her face fell.

"Second, you and the orc with you came. There is no word yet from the person who entered the tunnel alone."

Nafız stood for a while, walking to the entrance of the tunnel where Sangre had entered. She knew that the warrior she had created by the baptism of blood had to pass this test alone, but she could not get rid of boredom by sitting inside like a rock.

"Waiting for Sangre to come back, find yourself something to do."

Calling the second and third orcs, Nafız sat cross-legged where she was. Sensing that Dilber was about to react to this female orc invading her cave, Alyon immediately started compliments and prevented the tension from getting worse.

Forty days had passed since they had emerged from the dungeon, but Sangre still had not returned from the tunnel he had entered. Although this situation caused everyone who witnessed it to despair, they continued to wait without making a sound.

Day by day, the murderous intent Nafız spread around was getting darker, and it was getting harder for the people inside the cave to speak.

After one hundred and eighty solstices had passed since the first time they entered the cave, Alyon decided that they had to leave. When he came to Nafız, risking the events that would happen, he found her talking about a word.

"He's coming!"

Alyon put his hand on Nafız's shoulder and spoke in a harsh voice as if to wake his friend from this helpless situation.

"Nafız, it's been a long time; you have to accept the truth too."

Nafız shouted, looking at Alyon with her bloodshot eyes.

"Can't you hear the footsteps? Coming back!"

When Alyon was looking into the tunnel, he heard someone walking, albeit at a languid pace indeed. Half a day later, when Sangre appeared at the mouth of the tunnel, covered with cuts and wounds, Nafız got up from his seat and walked over to him.

"Master, I have completed my mission. I have obtained the grace of my ancestors."

When Sangre, which resembled a walking corpse, opened his eyes to speak, the conqueror of the dungeon vomited a handful of blood due to the emanating aura.

"Now it's time to rest, blood warrior Sangre. Close your eyes and sleep."

Sangre lost consciousness and fell into her arms as Nafız covered her disciple's eyes with her hands. Nafız, who poured the potion out of her ring into the unconscious Sangre's mouth, shouted fiercely.

"Quickly bring me water; you will clean your friend's wounds."

The two orcs, discolored by the blow they had just received, paused as a voice directed their way towards the exit of the cave in panic.

"Stop! You don't need to go out."

Nafız shouted in anger as the Orcs stopped running at Dilber's words.

"Do you know the consequences of speaking on my orders?"

Dilber called out to the orc chief, ignoring Nafız, who was scolding her.

"Alyon honey, I ordered my children to bring water from the secret spring. I want to show the help needed for the wounded warrior of the tribe."

While walking towards Dilber Alyon, who spoke coquettishly with one eyebrow raised, four turtles came with a light blue water-filled shell on their backs.

"You can use it as much as you want; my children will bring you a few more shells of water. My advice would be to submerge the injured orc completely."

After Dilber's solemn speech, Nafız ordered two orcs to lay Sangre in the shell.

The color of the water in the shell changed to red as Sangre sank into the clear blue water. While the pained expression on the blood warrior's face slowly dissipated for a while, she said that the Nafız disciple should be taken into the newly arrived shell.

Nafız's eyes widened at what she saw as Sangre, lying with his clothes taken off, was taken into his new shell. Even though she poured the Blood Healing Elixir, one of the most effective medicines of the Holy Blood Sect, into her disciple's mouth, the wounds couldn't begin to heal so quickly.

When she turned her gaze to Dilber without the expression of astonishment appearing on her face faded, she saw that the female turtle was also looking at her. She couldn't ignore the kindness that the creature they had been in tension with since they met.

"Dilber, I will never forget the help you have given to my student's recovery."

While Nafız was going to walk away after bowing her head to the gigantic female turtle, Dilber started to speak.

"I did this help not for you, but for the good-hearted orc warrior who saved my life years ago."

When Nafız turned her back with a smile, she muttered, "Worlds change, but women never."

Two days after Sangre's return with serious injuries, the group was ready for their return journey. Sangre had recovered and was standing beside his master, wearing his new clothes.

"Sangre, the gifts from the two fellow warriors, are here. We'd love to see the item you won, too."

Alyon was curious about Sangre's equipment as he gestured to the items the second and third orc had won. Six throwing knives would start dancing around the blood warrior after Nafız closed her eyes and nodded to her student, who was looking at her.

These blades, with red shadows on black, were circling Sangre without any contact. When the knives, which had been figuring the earth for a while, suddenly entered Sangre's bosom, everyone in the room was staring at him as if fascinated.

"In which stage did you lose your goblin warriors, Sangre?"

When Nafız saw the gift given by the dungeon, she asked her student the question that was on her mind.

"Master, after the fifth stage, I was left alone."

Those who heard could not believe it as Sangre answered the master's question. The other orcs, who had quickly completed the dungeon they had entered with two mighty warriors, could not hide their amazement.

"I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for this bow you gave. I am ready to give my life whenever you want."

Nafız was in a blissful mood as she grabbed her student, who was kneeling in front of her, by the arm.

"Idiot boy, I need you to live, not die! Don't you dare; die in front of me."

While the team was on their way to their vehicles to return to the tribe, they exited the cave accompanied by Dilber. When they reached the entrance, looking at Alyon Dilber, he said, "I assume you haven't forgotten your promise to my master, ma'am."

"When your master took me to this cave, he entered through the tunnels like you. When he came out after about thirty solstices, I wanted to give him the shell that I had suddenly grown and had to throw off my back."

Dilber continued to speak with tears sitting in her eyes.

"I still hear what he said to me; will you gift me one of these again next time I come?"

While the giant tortoise was telling the story, Nafız realized what was going on. While Sangre was lying in the healing water, she examined the turtle shell and saw that she could only scratch them with the weapon she obtained from the dungeon.

When she finished her words, Dilber told her children to bring the relic, and while she couldn't help but cry, a giant empty shell started to come out of the cave.

This empty shell, which was slightly smaller than the shell on Dilber, formed deep cracks in the ground when it was dropped on the floor with thousands of smaller shells inside.

"Here's my hero's relic, but it looks like you won't get it all with this little vehicle."

Dilber, whose crying was over, looked at the mechanical vehicle that the group had and called to Nafız. Seeing that the female turtle was still dealing with herself, Nafız said that she had a ring and put her hand on the surface of the large shell.

"Don't worry about it, little girl! As you cry, your detention bags come out; I think you should deal with them."

Pulling the giant shell into the space inside her ring, Nafız burst out laughing. Alyon and the other three orcs bowed respectfully and said goodbye to Dilber, unlike Nafız, who laughed and got into the vehicle that would carry them on the way back.


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Sanseiu Sanseiu

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Kapitel 35: 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."


AUTORENGEDANKEN
Sanseiu Sanseiu

Force without intelligence can destroy but can't build.

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