A skinny Orc and the mighty white bear were fighting in the snow-covered desert plain. I guess the only reason what happened was called war was for the sake of one side's struggle not to die. Finally, the orc could no longer bear the blows and fell to the ground, and the white bear opened its mouth wide to deliver the final blow.

Two breaths later, when warm blood poured over the white snow, the bear no longer had a lower jaw. As the weak orc awaited his death, he opened his eyes again from the sound he heard.

"What are you doing here?"

The voice was owned by Alyon, son of the Great Orc Lord Brave Heart. Having narrowly escaped death, the orc replied, trembling.

"Sir, I am an Orc from the pig grooming union. I went on a mission to be a hunter, but I got lost and had to fight the white bear. Thank you for saving my life."

The pig grooming union was a branch of the supplies division in the Main Tribe. Physically and spiritually inadequate Orcs were assigned in this section, and they were not even named. The only way out of this situation was to prove yourself as hunting.

Thinking that the mud and pig droppings would turn into him, the orc looked in amazement at the knife stuck in front of him.

"Take the knife and skin the bear. Take your fur as spoils of war. It's time for you to get your name."

The orc was crying out in tears, clinging to Alyon's feet after hearing it.

"Sir Alyon, after this day, my life is yours. I swear to serve you until I die."

Alyon looked sadly at the orc inside the tent, named Ayıboğan after the hunt, and behaved like her brother for twenty years. He was melancholy with the memories of the first time he saw him, but he was angry when he thought of his experiences the last time he saw him.

Many shadows appeared at the entrance to the cave where they hid with Mora. The only figure familiar to his eye in this group of warriors of all races is Küçükdomuzcuk, the only person who knows the cave's location.

Alyon sent Little Piggy to the tribe to tell his father the cave's location where they took refuge, injured after a lengthy pursuit. While waiting for help from his father, the scene he encountered was when the orc, whom he knew as his brother, brought the killers after them.

"How could you betray me?"

Hearing the words he listened to a hundred years ago again, the tears flowing from the eyes of Ayıboğan were coming down from his cheeks. Alyon roared as he went to that dark day, diving into memories.

"Were you so afraid of death? Is it more honorable to sell your friend than death for you?"

"I told them to kill me. They said they would not kill but leave me in the pigs until I died. I couldn't go back there; I couldn't go back to that hell years later."

While the Ayıbogan spoke, the horror he was experiencing at that time was read in his eyes. A vial of blood he hastily pulled from his bosom poured down his head. As he muttered various words, some symbols began to appear on the pillars of the tent.

Symbols floating down the pillars formed a pentagram shape on the ground, with the Ayıboğan in the center. Screaming in pain when the talismans from the corners hit his body, the Ayıbogan began to change shape.

"Wild creature transformation technique."

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Alyon murmured, looking at the incident before him.

"At least you've been treated like a man, Little Piggy!"

Alyon raised his weapon and burst into laughter at his enemy, who had turned into the five-foot-tall White Bear King.

When the claws met the hammer, sparks illuminated the interior of the dim tent. The transforming Ayıboğan was constantly attacking, boldly. He had the intention of killing every attack and targeted his opponent's deadly points.

Alyon used the tent's pillars for defense, while the Ayıbogan was tearing them apart with a few claw strokes at most. After a while, the tent, which had no posts to support it, collapsed with a loud noise.

Seeing this, Ayıbogan said, "Alyon, now let's see what you are going to hide behind."

"Little Piggy, you have never been smart, but the years passed have made you much more stupid. Because you are not strong enough, you cannot see the other person's strength."

Alyon was very calm as he threw the remains of the fallen tent off him.

“Stop playing games. You are neither the old invincible warrior, nor I am that weak orc. Nobody can bring me back to the past days. When I take your life in a moment, it will be all over!"

The Ayıboğan, who had been superior since the beginning of the war, spoke in arrogance. Looking around, Alyon saw that the whole tribe was watching the battle. A heavy fighting intent radiated from his body as he raised his weapon in the air.

"Yes, you are no longer the orc I saved from that white bear. Therefore, I will rip his body in peace of mind. Really, Little Piggy, did you ever think why I was so far from the tribe that day?"

Ayıboğan had never thought about this issue in the past years. His life was spared, and he was spending his days with the confidence of being friends with the lord's son.

"I assume you didn't dare to ask those who gave you that vial of blood where this blood came from."

As Alyon spoke, the air around her grew heavier. Fifty steps away, the weak Orcs had fainted, and those who remained had trouble breathing.

"How dare you to transform before me, using the blood of the White Bear King I killed that day? You poor scum."

When he screamed, he activated the Warrior's Fury technique. This technique was hidden in the blood of the High Lord of Orcs.

Paralyzed by the pressure on him, Ayıboğan had only to watch the events unfolding until the war hammer ripped a large piece from his body. All of a sudden, everything turned upside down. Ayıboğan's bones were shattered, and a piece of it was torn off with every blow.

After a short while, Ayıboğan’s transformation was over, but almost half of it was missing, so he couldn't move and had to collapse.

As soon as Alyon reached Ayıboğan's side, Alyon, striding towards his opponent, separated his body from the waist down with a blow. Thinking that this last strike had ended the war, Alyon started walking with him back, turning.

He felt awkward when he felt his hands tangling at his feet before he had taken two steps. He saw his opponent, who was not below the waist, at his feet when he looked back.

Crawling and wrapping Alyon's feet, Ayıboğan began to speak using his last strength.

"Sir Alyon, there has never been a night when I could sleep peacefully after that day. I know I have no value in your eyes, but be careful; the other four tribes have become very powerful. After all, I'm pleased you killed me."

The eyes of Ayıboğan, who gave his last breath, ’re still looking at Alyon in expectation.

"It's all over. Rest in peace, Little Piggy."

Saying goodbye to his friend with whom he closed his eyes, Alyon collapsed suddenly. The Orcs watching the battle in the crowd could not react, but Nafız came to him. After a brief inspection, she realized that his body could not withstand so many effects and went bankrupt. Using the Warrior's Fury technique at this level caused severe damage to the body that was not yet strong enough.

"Quickly prepare a tent. Pigtail, come here with a few of your orc!"

Moving to his tent with a group of Orcs, Nafız went out while Alyon was deeply asleep.

"Everything within a hundred steps from the tent will collapse. Whoever goes within this distance will be killed! "

Hearing the order, the Orcs hurried to do what was called. Around the tent had been cleaned until sunrise. The Orcs of the tribe were waiting for what would happen to them from now on.

Nafız was waiting outside the tent. Meanwhile, she sent the wild beast corpses on her ring to the tribe by giving Pigtail. Perhaps for the first time, the joy of the Orcs who ate so much meat was fulfilled, and their uneasiness was diminishing a little.

Following days, this innovation pleased the orcs who had long been starved.

Ten days passed, but Nafız did not move a step from her place outside the tent, and finally, Alyon opened his eyes at the last sunrise.

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We shouldn't be ashamed of our tears. They are like rain pouring down on the dust in the ground, softening our hard hearts.

Charles Dickens