The moment he arrived at the scene where the event occurred, Siyahayı would see the blow ending his son's life clearly. The anxiety created by the sound of the body falling to the ground, which he followed by turning his head, could be read from his face.
With a sudden movement, the Orc Lord sped in that direction. He advanced through the crowd without waiting for his way to open. The man with the black pelt was beside his most precious in the world, over whom he doted. He put his hand on his head fearfully, contrary to his usual affectionate stroking.
While trying to dismiss the thoughts appearing in his mind, he searched for a small blood flow, maybe the warmth of a breath exhaled deeply. None existed anymore; although he wanted to rebel and tear himself apart, the life force had left his son's body never to return.
The thought he dismissed with everything he had whenever it fell into his mind currently stood realized before him. What he always feared happening had happened; the last person possessing the same blood as him in the world had also died.
Warriors around him losing consciousness and falling to the ground happened exactly when he reached this awareness. The skin on Siyahayı's face, having lost its old appearance due to old age, stretched with anger, and his eyes became bloodshot.
He charged onto the enemy with twice the speed he came. With his magnificent axe appearing in his hand out of nothingness, he was like Azrael driving the horses of death onto defenseless creatures. For the Orc Lord activating his bloodline power, war, lands, the pleasure of dominating had practically evaporated, replaced by fury filling the void inside him in waves.
He wanted revenge; his aim was to take out the pain of losing his loved one by tearing his killer's body apart. The distance between him and his victim was gradually decreasing; at most five breaths later, the relief given by the sound of fresh blood, flesh forcibly torn from where it belonged, awaited him.
"Boommmm!"
When two weapons clashed against each other, the magnificence of the noise emerging and two orcs hurled back by the impact of the blow were accompanied by sparks dancing with the blowing wind. This time the expected happened; the blow exchange of two fathers with different purposes literally laid the pictured state of pure power, the thin line between death and life, before the eyes.
Two warriors possessing Warrior's Rage were face to face. There were two people left standing inside the circle of ten steps diameter they formed the center of. Although Yarmagül and Han still remained conscious against these two forces trying to suppress each other, they had to spend great power even to make the slightest movement.
Alyon and Siyahayı had dived into their duel where one would be erased from the stage of history as a result; it wasn't possible for them to realize what was happening around them. If they stopped right now, they could see there wasn't much they missed either. Soldiers of both armies froze, retreated to a safe distance, and set about watching the fight they wouldn't be able to witness in their lifetimes.
This enchanted state of theirs would last quite a while until the ground beneath them started shaking violently, and the sound of war vehicles approaching where they were scratched their ears.
Although they couldn't see due to the high walls around them, they guessed another force outside the two sides entered the battlefield. These people weren't very far; obviously, they were advancing right outside the walls. Their guesses were correct; all kinds of war machines and transport vehicles were advancing from the Wild Swamp direction towards the hole opened in the walls.
Nafız, protecting the Ice and Fire cannons along with the forces of the first army not participating in the attack, was also aware of this development, but her eyes were locked on a completely different place, a giant bird flying towards the second army.
A gigantic raven, possessing the same color as its shadow on the ground, was advancing towards where the second army was. Nafız was quite familiar with this creature just gliding without flapping its wings due to the memories in her master's memory.
It was the shaped form of a magic belonging to the Black Lily Clan. It had no consciousness; its primary purpose was to help important people travel.
"I knew he didn't rely only on the walls. He also called his new friends Black Lily bastards and Gray Hyenas, of whom he is a regular customer!"
When the Blood God completed her words, she was looking at the war machines advancing towards the gap opened in the wall; support forces had come to help the Main Orc Tribe.
"All army, follow me! Forward!"
Analyzing the situation, Nafız rushed forward towards the new enemies aiming to attack Alyon and his warriors from behind, dragging the units waiting behind her with her. She left only a small team under the leadership of Miloş and Kitapkurdu behind; her aim was to prevent the new cannons from falling into enemy hands.
The order Miloş received was simple. In any mishap, he would destroy the weapons and cause a massive explosion in the region. They had risked dying while coming here; no matter what, they couldn't depart from this world without taking some people with them.
While the split forces of the first army dived headfirst into the fire of war, there were signs of fear mixed with astonishment in the ranks of the second army. After a creature they saw for the first time in their lives started descending upon them, they had stopped attacking and switched to a defensive stance taking their shields in their hands.
When the black raven approached about ten steps to the ground, black shadows started jumping down from it. These people, numbering over a thousand, were all dressed identically and were emitting their killing intents around without hesitation.
Finally, when someone in a gray robe landed on the ground, the giant raven suddenly disappeared as if it never existed. This scene ensured the army numbering hundreds of thousands couldn't take even a step forward.
"A pierced wall is of no use to anyone! Let's open a way for them to come here!"
The man, speaking while swinging the skirts of his robe which was old but had no stain on it and whose face wasn't visible, performed a swinging motion twice towards the walls remaining behind him after reaching for his waist.
No one could understand what happened. Those standing on the walls and seeing the movement this man made only felt a slight breeze on their faces.
Not much, at most five breaths later, the truth of the matter would be understood. Two cut marks appeared slowly on the walls, subsequently deepening thoroughly and causing the section remaining between them to collapse.
Neither a warning nor a sign was given! The wall toppled over along with orc archers having taken their places to fight the enemy. After the event occurring accompanied by cries of pain, walls pierced from both sides were now becoming useless.
"Wretches, come here immediately and help us! The time has come to face your enemies!"
The mysterious man's voice was ringing on the battlefield; the target of the words was the Main Orc Tribe warriors. Obviously, he wouldn't take all responsibility in this place he came for support; destroying their defenses with his own hands, he called the warriors under siege to his side.
Siyahayı's commanders were at a loss about what to do. Their Lord was fighting madly in front of them; it wasn't possible for him to answer their questions. On the other hand, there was a request coming from another front where the war continued, and judging by his attitude, the owner of the voice wasn't someone they could ignore.
"First, third, sixth divisions, you are going to support the Glacial Region side immediately! The rest, stay on alert as if you will fight at any moment!"
The defense front was conscious that the number of enemies currently inside the walls was quite less than themselves. After a short exchange of ideas, they directed two hundred thousand warriors to support those coming to help suddenly.
These divisions were already assigned to defend in that region anyway; they were just reduced from the rear ranks without falling into weakness against the enemy entering the walls first.
"Raise shields! Take defense position!"
An ear-splittingly shrill voice was echoing. Nafız appeared in front of the Gray Hyenas running to help with their mechanical vehicles. At the top, Kitapkurdu changed the position of the catapults and was waiting to crush the head of the enemy entering shooting distance.
Vehicles coming from the Wild Swamp direction stopped right at the border as if knowing the shooting range of the catapults. Presenting a scene Nafız was already aware of but her warriors beside her would see newly, they came head to head with them.
The outside of the vehicle standing in front of the mechanical vehicles was decorated with orc heads whose blood was still dripping to the ground. Siege army braves had immediately recognized these heads numbering over thirty. These were members of the team sent for reconnaissance. Without exception, all were killed, and as an insult, their corpses were not left in one piece.