World of Six Civilizations

The three flares meant two things: Marcos would be sent out of the city and the orc soldiers in the bunker would surface. All the rebels gathered in one place, and those who had been operating under false pretenses were not afraid to expose themselves.

"Rap! Rap! Rap!

At first, the carrion horde would not hear the distant footsteps as they poured into the shield of protection. It was only when they were completely surrounded by the shields of armored orc warriors that they came to their senses.

''What's the matter, you were attacking with such appetite just now. Look, there is nothing to protect us now, why are you so timid?

Before she spoke, Nafız ordered her subordinate to close the shield, which was unnecessary now that the Young Lord had left them. When he looked around, the sight was magnificent.

The rebels, their carefully laid plans foiled, now feared for their lives, surrounded on all sides by those they feared for their lives.

''Where did all these orcs come from? I thought they were all gone!

''There is no news of the groups that raided the mansions of the three noble families, if they come to help, we can attack from somewhere and break the siege!''

There were a few among the rebels who kept their cool, and the highest ranking one had just spoken. The traitorous commander of the city guards was trying to instill hope in his followers who were about to fall apart like halva.

''Ahhhhhhhhh!''

The three-foot-long arrow entered his mouth, which opened a second later to shout, and exited through the nape of his neck. The arrow that tore through the commander's body would continue at the same speed and stop after piercing three more people.

"How dare you speak in front of the God of Blood? Who do you think you are?

After Nafız, the next most ruthless person arrived on the scene, and although his master sometimes played for laughs, he was not joking.

"Narrow the circle!

Sangre shouted in his dirty voice, and the orc warriors took a step forward to obey their commander's order.

''You dogs! If I'm going to die here, then I'm taking you with me!

The man holding the potion bottle with a dark green concoction in it made a gesture to quickly knock it to the ground. After a while, the hand holding the bottle would freeze halfway. As the man sweating beads of sweat, a person began to appear in the space created by the people moving away from him.

"Let me take that, you look like a clumsy fellow!

Once his face was clear, everyone saw who it was. Kuyag had been hiding in the crowd all along, lurking for a surprise event, and this fish had been caught in his net.

As thousands sweat cold sweat under the siege, what happened would give them some courage.

''Friends, the female orc on the stage is the commander of those surrounding us. If we capture her, we will have a chance to escape!''

For people who had never met her, it would have been the wisest choice to target her, but the city guards who had witnessed that day in the arena were retracing their steps.

''Attack! Don't let him get away!

Those who rushed onto the stage with the last of their strength did not realize that they were wasting the few extra breaths they would have taken. Rebel heart was still capable of forming a shield, but just as he was about to do so, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder.

"You have completed your mission, stand back and witness the true power of our tribe!

It was Kubey who spoke, his hands on the daggers at his waist, and he darted into the crowd like a bolt of lightning. Nafiz watched her for a while, her movements were almost identical to Milos', but in the end she was an orc, her power of destruction several times greater than the one who had taught her.

By the time the female orc, the leader of the guards, had completed her circuit in a circle of fifteen paces, there was nowhere to step from the corpses on the floor. Her surroundings would quickly become deserted, the rioting crowd may have numbered in the thousands, but they were nothing in quality.

The main premise of their plan was that the orc warriors had left the city, and they were outnumbered by the remaining city guards. The people were never even considered, they were insects they could crush at will.

''The fundamentals are good, the movements are sharp, and most importantly, there is no hesitation during the final blow. Milos has trained you well, it is an honor to see someone who has reached this level of composure and discipline among the orcs!

As Nafiz spoke, the female orc standing among the people she had killed stared at her. Kubey was very proud, she had never met anyone who could compete with her as a warrior.

''Look at that look, what happened? Don't you like it when I praise you as if you are superior? I guess you are one of those people who can't see what you don't see, now keep your eyes open!

The normal people inside the circle would have understood nothing; the city guards could see a shadow, the orc warrior's two black daggers. Before ten breaths had passed, there was only one person standing in the forty-foot circle.

Kubey was speechless, she had seen so much of what had happened because of her superior qualities and her experience in the bounty dungeon. Until now she had thought herself unique, her compatriots were just brute force enthusiasts who relied on strength. Faced for the first time with an orc with more refined movements than hers, she didn't know what to think.

''Can you do the rest or should I continue?

Nafiz started walking, stepping on the dead bodies of the people she had slaughtered, and called out to the orc warriors before sitting on the edge of the set stage. It was a sarcastic order, all those who remained inside the circle were their targets.

Since Hammer Tooth 's warriors were at the front, they were the first to attack. Their axes came down furiously, as if these people had seen their chieftain who had left them to die.

When it was all over, the Blood God ordered the bodies of the dead people to be gathered in one place. When they were all thrown on top of each other, there was a hill more than fifteen feet high next to the stage. Inside the chaotic structure were guards, rebels, women, children, people of all ages and statuses.

"'Master, do you want me to bring back the Lord of the City?'

The young man asking the question was the leader of Marcos' bodyguards, and although the voice was the same, this time it sounded different. Unlike her forced addresses, there was a deep respect in it.

"Not yet, I have to do one last thing!

Nafız would not believe that her job was done until she had taken the necessary precautions to ensure that what had happened today would not happen again. Nafız waited for a while for things to calm down and then ordered the orc army to hold the corners as they entered through the opened city gates.

There were only orc warriors on the streets of Parthenia, and the people who had heeded the Young Lord's call waited in fear in their homes. Once the preparations were complete, the Blood God gave the order.

"I want to see the people who are waiting in their homes in this square as soon as possible. They will not be mistreated, and if there is the slightest complaint, I will behead the person myself, no matter who he is!

She was very serious when she spoke, she had never been so stern even during the day-long battle. Immediately the orc warriors set to work, bringing people to the desired location.

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Ask me for my saddle and I will give it to you, ask me for my horse and I will give it to you, ask me for my tent and I will give it to you, but ask me for an inch of land and I will not give it to you.

Mete Khan