In the evening, a heated argument was raging inside the chief's tent. After Alyon explained her decision today to Nafız, everything was messed up and covered in dust.
"What does it mean to say to the girl you see once, I want to have a child from you, chief of my shoes. Come on. I passed it; you have already said what I said; the girl is too stiff not to be afraid of me, your child will be born with naive stubbornness. This is no work; come and give up when the road is close, let go of this love of having children. "
Nafız kept shouting, but Alyon was sitting in a corner listening to her calmly. After a long time, when Nafız let out the rumors, Alyon started speaking solemnly.
"If you're so jealous, we can do the child with you; just indicate your intention."
"Where am I? Where is this addicted pimp?"
Seeing that telling Alyon was the same as talking to a wall, Nafız yelled out of the tent.
"Come in. We can start the meeting!"
After the call, Sangre, Pigtail, and Miloş were taking their places slowly, being very careful not to make a wrong move. With everyone taking their place, Alyon spoke to explain what he had on his mind.
"Guys, we started a conflict between the city of Nikonia and the orc tribe ruled by the Red Bear. According to my estimates, they will inevitably fight each other at a not too distant date. "
As the heroes of the events in Nikonia sat calmly in the tent, Pigtail and his son's eyes widened.
"During the final war, there will be a golden opportunity to take over the region. When that time comes, we have a lot of work for you to be ready. "
Alyon turned to Pigtail and Miloş, who were sitting next to each other, "You two! By working together, you will ensure that our fighters and supply unit become the most efficient. “He said.
As Alyon finished his words, Nafız took over from where he left off.
"Miloş, I never make concessions to weaknesses and lack of discipline in the field of training. You are free to do whatever it takes to create an army for me, kneaded with blood and sweat. You can get out now!"
While sending the Nafız slave from the tent where the meeting was held, those who remained surprised by this incident, when the footsteps of Miloş could not be heard, Chief Alyon spoke, looking into the surprised eyes of father and son.
"What you will soon hear will remain a secret that you will keep until you die, and your lineage will be those honored to guard this secret."
Alyon's mysterious speech stretched the already overwhelmed two to their limits. Even as they contemplated the greatness of the secret that they and their lineage would guard, they were filled with fear.
"In the depths of the area we are in, there is a reward dungeon, and nobody who lives in the Orc Steppes knows its location."
"What exactly do you mean by the prize dungeon, my chief," said Sangre, succumbing to his curiosity at the term he heard for the first time.
"The prize dungeon is a place that offers a variety of gifts to the person entering, if successful."
Nafız roughly summarized the nature of the dungeons, thinking it would be appropriate to explain to the blood warrior she had created.
Alyon went into the details before continuing his speech, sighing longingly for something he had lost.
"I was only able to enter once; this dungeon, where I won a weapon that can compete with the works of the most famous artisans in the world, is the dungeon in our region that you will swear to protect its secret."
Although Alyon, who has not yet passed a month after his birth, spoke about the old days, it seemed strange to the duo, but they did not even think of objecting to the chief's words.
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"Tomorrow, the best three fighters of the tribe will be determined by the first fighting contest. This trio, who will be entitled to enter the dungeon with us, will continue to be determined by the new competition to be held after each six-month anniversary. "
Alyon unearthed his plan, which he had thought up all night in the Gulag's dungeon. He wanted to organize the army he would set up in his tribe into hundreds of companies, and his ultimate goal was to put a dungeon conqueror at the head of each company.
“You thought well! This core tribe will be our greatest assistant in the management of our expanding army with the commanders it has trained by serving as our war school."
Nafız had to admit that he was fascinated by Alyon's plan, even though Nafız said she thought it well. If they aimed to bring all the Orc Steppes to their knees, they would need top commanders along with reliable comrades.
Later in the night, while everyone was cheerfully eating their meals at the tables set in the middle of the tribe, a crazy buzz rose to the skies when Pigtail announced that the fight would be held.
The next day, in the meadows outside the tribe, the Orcs formed ten fighting circles. The warrior Orcs were divided into ten groups and struggled to reach the final as the strongest of their circle.
People were prohibited from participating in fighting competitions. Expressing that this new land on which they settled was the first home of the Orcs and that the first three would receive the grace of the ancestors, Alyon deprived the human warriors of this opportunity.
The first stage of the fights that started with the first light of the morning ended as the sun reached the hill and scorched the land with its warmth. The warriors who took the lead in the fight circle were eager to fight each other in the finale and show off their skills.
As the final fights began, Pigtail forbade opponents from killing each other. These ten orcs were the top of the fighters in the tribe. Losing the assets before they had yet created the necessary combat power would do no good for anyone.
After fighting one after another, Sangre took the most potent orc warrior title in the tribe without difficulty. While the Orc warriors cheered loudly for him, Sangre did not laugh with happiness but stared at a person with anger.
Miloş was as comfortable as the lion who was tried to be disturbed by a small fly when the orc, which he had effortlessly defeated, looked at him with disgust. After laughing with condescending gestures, he began to applaud Sangre, following the other Orcs.
While the electric environment between the two drew attention to Alyon and Pigtail, Nafız spoke after yawning by spreading his arms.
"Good to let this guy survive. Besides being a strong fighter, he also knows how to play with the psychology of the other."
Sangre, who was already like a powder keg, was mad at the contemptuous applause of his opponent he was crushed with, but he knew that if he wanted to move in this state, he would experience the same defeat again.
Alyon declared that the competitions were over. Due to healing the wounds of the other two Orcs and his colorful dreams for the evening. The imminent darkness of the night brought the tribal people to rush to their posts, who had to do the work they had disrupted during the day.
As the moon glowed in the sky like a shiny medallion, feverish work was going on in the chief's tent. Food and various fruits were brought to the table set up, and Alyon paced impatiently outside the door.
Nafız, who examined what was happening in his tent a little far away, could not stop without being told what he saw.
"You think this big-headed orc is Sultan Suleyman, and the person he's waiting for is Hürrem. It is not clear how far we will go tomorrow; it is not a bad idea to leave them alone and have a little rest.
As Nafız was about to calm her mind and fall asleep in her tent, a moan echoed in the silence of the night. Nafız, who opened her groaning eyes with a wheezing, wanted to prevent her sleep from escaping due to the humming screams in her ears, but she would not be able to close her eyes again because of these sounds that lasted until daylight.
In the first moments of the morning, the voices stopped, accompanied by the roar from Alyon, and the whole tribe left their tents to start the new day. While Nafız, one of these people, was sitting nervously in front of her tent, the bird did not fly within fifty steps due to its radiated aura.
Alyon, coming out of his tent with a pleasant expression and red cheeks, saw Nafız sitting in front of his tent after stretching for a long time. Almost simultaneously, she saw Alyon and made the gesture to come here with her hand.
"Nafız, I saw you very depressed this morning. I wonder if you have a problem."
Seeing that Alyon acted as if nothing had happened, Nafız got up and clung to the ear of the majestic orc.
"Oh, you are so soft; can I prepare your pasha bath?"
Nafız continued to speak as Alyon looked stunned at the words he heard.
"Don't look at my face; go clean yourself in that water! We'll hit the road, the sinister wander around me!"
The tribal chief, who turned and looked at the female orca, muttered as he walked towards the creek, unable to understand what was happening.
"Sometimes, I do not understand what Nafız is saying. Is there any chaser after me? What is this rush? Of course, I'll bathe; I smell like shit."
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It is better to wear out than to rust.
Bishop Cumberland