After what they heard, the Five Roots took action to ensure the crowd around them dispersed, and they would achieve their goals in a short time. Druids were very docile; it was out of the question for them to oppose a request coming from someone of a higher rank than themselves.
When it came to the trio lying unconscious, something they never expected would happen; they had frozen with the female orc's voice.
"They will stay here; what I will talk about concerns them!"
The uneasy Roots were scared enough to catch fire; while running rapidly to Nafız's side, words of apology were spilling from their mouths.
"Have mercy on them, orc warriors!"
"He is my only son; don't separate him from me!"
In the face of the people's frantic states, the female orc was just laughing; it seemed this misunderstanding would continue unless she said what was on her mind.
"Don't be afraid! I have no intention of killing these bugs!"
Steps would stop at that moment; although the traces of worry on their faces weren't erased, the Five Roots were somewhat relieved after these words.
"However, these kids will come with me; we need them for our plan to work."
"What do you mean?"
The woman whose child was still unconscious suddenly burst out.
"Five Roots, you are not ignorant; you must know why the shield protecting you has been able to endure for so long!"
While the Council members looked at each other, Nafız continued without slowing down.
"There is a delicate balance among the four civilizations maintaining the siege; a change that will occur in the power of one side can move all the stones. Although the Essence of The Divine Tree is a valuable treasure, it is not as important in the eyes of any of them as it is for me!"
"Essentially, this is exactly the reason why they use third-rate forces during the invasion of the Wild Swamp continent; they don't want to suffer losses from their main forces in a conflict that might occur!"
Nafız's observation was correct; aware of this, the Five Roots bowed their heads without making any objection.
"We will use this too; the fact that the forces on the continent are relatively weak and do not trust each other will be our greatest weapon!"
"So that the siege forces don't call for reinforcements, our attacks must look like the work of two orcs exiled from their continent and a handful of druid rebels!"
Actually, they could capture half of the Wild Swamp in a single move with an army consisting of orcs, but this would serve no other purpose than paving the way for great wars to be waged against stronger forces afterward.
Using the enemy's weaknesses until Khan's technique was completed was best; aware of this, Nafız and Alyon were very strict about everything proceeding according to plan.
"Sir, these children are very weak; they may not withstand the conflicts that will occur!"
The female member of the Five Roots, whose maternal instinct outweighed everything, had spoken with a poignant voice.
"Council member, we orcs are ready to perform our duty coming from the past, but you druids will also have to pay some prices for the salvation of your lands!"
Alyon, who had been silent for a long time, was expressing himself quite calmly and prudently, contrary to what was expected of him.
"We will enter a struggle; there may be losses, but I promise you, our losses will not be as great as we gave for the Orc Steppes this time."
While the words came out of her mouth, the bridge of Nafız's nose had ached; she was still carrying the traces of the Great War as a wound searing her heart.
"Get these ready to set off tonight; our war will start from the lands invaded by the Mercenaries!"
After clarifying the targets, the two orcs started preparations without losing time; today might be the last day they spent inside a safe area, so they checked every detail again.
Toward evening, the druids slapped in the morning had also come to their side; while approaching with embarrassed steps with their heads down, the spark in their eyes showed inwardly that they were pleased with this business.
"Come here, baby gazelles!"
After Nafız showed the place right across her to the druids, she fixed her gaze on the three people sitting slowly. While watching them normally at first, suddenly she started releasing the killing intent baptized with the blood of living beings dying at her hands.
The situation of the druids would not be pleasant at all after this event; looking at their rapidly changing colors, it was obvious that the pressure on them was pushing them excessively.
The female orc had no intention of stopping; she was increasing the dose a little more with every breath, and this continued like this until those opposite her became unable to even breathe.
First, the young one with short gray hair fainted, Nafız guessed this; with his delicate physique resembling a girl and thin long neck, this person had a very beautiful appearance, but it was obvious from the start that he would fail when the subject was being a warrior.
Following him was the person possessing a relatively large body; this druid had thick black hair and sharp looks. Even though he fell into a helpless situation, the light of belief in his eyes hadn't gone out; he had continued to force his body until the last moment.
The last one to give up would be Ainle, the son of one of the Council members; as the leader of this small team, it wasn't a surprise that he endured more than all of them.
The moment Nafız achieved her goal, she withdrew her pressure from over the youths; currently, her voice was ringing in the ears of the trio drowning in coughs without being able to take a comfortable breath.
"I will speak openly with you; with this level of yours, you can't withstand even three blows of a simple orc warrior. If your existence wasn't required, I wouldn't even deign to deal with shackles like you!"
"Put these equipment on and try not to die while we handle our business!"
"Did you understand?"
Nafız had said her last word with a loud voice; the druids, starting to tremble involuntarily, just started doing whatever was said.
"I am Ainle; I swear on my name that I will fight for the salvation of our lands!"
The leader of the small team had cheered up a little after putting on the armor given to him; his speaking as if wanting to show this to the others was purely because of this.
"Until we return here, you have no names!"
Just as he was loading up on self-confidence, the young druid suddenly saw the female orc right under his nose; although he didn't understand when she came there, he could sense that her intention wasn't good.
"I will call you First, and you Second!"
While Nafız pointed to Ainle and the other human with her hand, she hadn't even looked at the druid who gave up first unable to withstand the pressure.
These people had no value in her eyes; they were a few wimps living comfortably inside the shield here. Since she guessed they would die shortly, she hadn't even bothered to learn their names.
The passive attitude of the druids was a subject Nafız couldn't change; no matter how angry she was because of this method they chose, she couldn't openly insult them.
Not caring about their names could perhaps be counted as the only reaction she gave; since earning a name was a very important matter in the races she belonged to in both her lives, the female orc was humiliating the druids using this way.
"Sir, why are we starting our attacks from the Mercenaries?"
The owner of the question was the young human not even given a title to be called by; his voice also came out weak and powerless like himself.
"Good question!"
"The first reason is that eliminating them is the easiest way for the Orc Steppes and Wild Swamp continents to unite!"
"Coming to the second, the loyalty of the Mercenaries is only to money, and they fight for whoever gives it. Although other civilizations cannot openly attack them, they wouldn't make much noise about another power doing it; the disappearance of a force that could change sides at any moment wouldn't be a matter to worry about much for the others."
After listening to the explanations, the minds of the three druids were muddled; it seemed it would take a long time for them to understand this complexity of the outside world that they could see from inside the glass jar where they lived their lives.