章節 32: On the Dungeon Road
As Alyon came out of the river, swimming in ice-cold waters, he had a few visitors waiting for him. Human warriors in the tribe stood outside the tent with the person appointed as their leader.
"Chief!"
Seeing Alyon coming, the group shouted in unison.
"I think there is something you want to discuss with me; come into the tent."
Alyon, who showed the way by opening the leather door of the tent with his hand, entered behind them when the last warrior passed. Taking calmly to his seat, the chief spoke, looking at the human warriors.
"Tell me whatever problem you have, without hesitation!"
Nikonia troops and the captured soldiers in the first battle facing the tribe glanced at each other, and the same evening the man appointed as the leader of the group stepped forward.
"Chief Alyon, you didn't let us take part in the fights that took place the day before. You said that everyone in the tribe would be evaluated and rewarded for their talent, but you took this opportunity away. "
Alyon understood what the person who was speaking meant. After hovering his gaze over the group inside his tent, he turned to the leader and started to talk.
"You were a member of the union the Nikonian army sent to destroy a small tribe of Orcs, aren't you?
At the chief's words, the leader hastily spoke.
"Chief Alyon, we took an oath of allegiance on the night the war was over, and we have taken no action since then!"
Alyon burst out with laughter when he saw the panicked state of the other person.
"That subject has already been closed, human friend. You are the glorious warriors of our tribe. What I mean is that you used to be low-class soldiers to be sent to help bandits pillage the orc tribe. "
The people who were present to convey their grievances bowed their heads. Now thinking again, they were sent to the aid of a genuinely infamous thug. They were waiting in a haze until one of them shouted excitedly as if something important had come to his mind.
The head of the bandits said they were brothers with the City Lord. Maybe that's why we were sent! "
"You ignorant! You were there to protect the City Lord's share during the raid to be made by the bandits. You are also naive enough to believe that the brother of a person with a strong background like Godfrey would commit banditry."
The people who came before the chief with passion and a little bit of anger thought that if the place is split right now, we should enter into it. Within seconds when the environment surrendered to the deadly silence, Alyon stood up and called out to his soldiers.
"The competitions held yesterday were for the Orcs to receive the grace of their ancestors. If you continue to serve as you have done so far, you can inherit your ancestors when you return to Nikonia."
While the chief made clear what happened yesterday, he made a significant promise to the human warriors. They would enter the city gates from which they came out as nothing, with glory and honor. When a light flashed in all of their eyes, the human leader bowed.
"We will patiently wait for the day when you will take us back to our homeland, Great Chief Alyon."
The warriors who came out of the tent hit each other and fell to the ground; as their friends walking ahead suddenly stopped. The soldiers stood up with anger; when the three Orcs, the winners of yesterday, saw the commander Miloş and Nafız, it was as if a bucket of cold water was poured on their heads.
"Miloş, take those shit sacks to punishment training right now. If anyone does not obey his orders, execute them immediately! "
Although human warriors dared to complain, relying on Chief Alyon's dignity, the female orc was another matter. Without saying a word, they quickly lined up behind Miloş.
Nafız yelled when the troop that caused the noise in front of the tent was gone.
"Alyon, it's time to hit the road! Get your ass up; we're leaving!"
Although Sangre and the two Orcs beside him were amazed by how Nafız talked to the chief, they were waiting in a corner without a sound. A moment later, chief Alyon, in matte black armor, stepped out of his tent.
"Don't shout I came! We're going to take the road for two days; what rush is this? "
The chief, who always stood calm and dignified, was utterly out of style when talking to Nafız, which once again surprised the orcs that had just been stunned. Alyon seemed to have built a wall around him. He only spoke comfortably with Nafız, as he thought.
"Ox-headed, you haven't slept the whole tribe, including me, all night. Will we run like a horse? Mechanical vehicles were prepared. If we leave now, according to your calculations, we will reach our destination before night falls. "
Sangre had learned to use mechanical tools at his master's order. When they entered the coordinates of their destination into the machine, everyone would have the opportunity to rest as they progressed in defense mode.
When the five came to the machine on which they were traveling, Pigtail, who was the de facto chief of the tribe, was waiting to see them off. As the crew got into the vehicle one by one, Alyon handed a piece of leather out of his pocket to Pigtail.
"Without reading this message, pass it on to Miloş and tell him that if he acts otherwise, I will kill him."
The air that Alyon emitted while speaking surprised Pigtail. The actual chief, himself a father, was more or less able to guess the content of the message.
In the group driving mechanical transport, Sangre and two other Orcs looked at the surroundings carefully, trying to get to know the wild creatures they saw. On the other hand, Nafız and Alyon, who traveled comfortably in the defense mode, had hit the head and slept already.
By recalling the sun's lights on the earth, our team managed to reach their target point before leaving its place to the moon. Alyon turned to the orc warriors as he gazed toward a gigantic cave mouth.
"When you come in, do not leave my side and do not open your mouth no matter what."
Nafız glanced at Alyon out of the corner of her eye as the Orcs caught attention with the warning from their chief. When the conversation was over, and they entered the cave, they saw that it increased in size as they walked. At the end of the road shaped by the slope towards the depths of the earth, a vast square, and three tunnels were visible.
Alyon looked around in astonishment as Nafız, and the other Orcs tended to the tunnels. While Nafız tried to make sense of her friend who had visited this dungeon before, the strong wind blew the group from where they were.
"A few small pests have dared to enter my cave. How nice that you brought this visit to time to paint my lips!"
As the sound coming with the wind strained the eardrums, the Orcs swung violently and crashed into the cave wall. During this incident, two people did not move. One of them, the female orc, shouted, looking in the direction of the sound.
"Stop talking and show yourself. I'll take care of you, honey."
As the cave swayed with footsteps, a colossal shadow began to come into the orcs' field of vision. A land turtle, thirty feet long, ten feet high, with crimson lips and fingernails, strolled over the group. Even Nafız could not hide her astonishment.
"My children, four male Orcs may be yours. I'll take care of the ugly female myself. "
When the Orcs, who were blown by the wind just before, looked carefully around them, they saw that they were surrounded by thousands of turtles the same size as them.
The group, hurriedly leaping from where they were and trying to reach Chief Alyon, realized that they could not achieve their goals because of the creatures blocking them and formed a circle with their shields.
"So you will take care of me alone. You crooked bitch with a big ass, medlar face, come, and I'll tear that mouth all along. "
The giant tortoise went mad at the words of Nafız. Boulders from the ceiling were falling to the floor as he began to run towards his enemy, increasing his speed.
"Ugly Orc! You cannot pull me to your level, and I will flatten your ugly nose as I step on it. "
The fuse of war was burned inside the cave. When the herd of turtles and orcs made their first contact, a flirtatious voice rang out.
"Beauty! How quickly you forgot me! "
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