"They came in quite a crowd; we must have really started to piss them off!"
When Nafız climbed to the top of the wall in a single move, those next to her hadn't even started moving yet. While those who shouldn't be here knew exactly what to do, the members of the Druid Liberation Army quickly advanced to their positions.
A few ten breaths later, everyone had taken their places. While watching the army surrounding them from between her friend and Conlaoch, the female orc suddenly shouted for no apparent reason.
"Hey, you motherfuckers!"
The soldiers surrounding the small outpost turned towards her location all at once. Upon this, Nafız, getting a kick out of it, burst into loud laughter.
"There's so damn many of you!"
A few words spilled from the lips of the orc, who was having fun without caring about the countless enemies around her. After this event, which caused those who heard it to sour their faces, a person from the enemy ranks roared.
"Two miserable orcs and a handful of losers, your end has come! First, we will finish you, then the dishonorable pieces of shit behind you!"
The person, acting all high and mighty to show he was the commander of the siege unit, was surrounded by shielded troops. Contrary to his cocky outburst, he looked like a turtle hiding in its shell.
"Alyon's kids and you three warriors, you will take down those who manage to get inside the outpost. We cannot let the enemy know you are here!"
"Me, Alyon, and Pehlivan will hang out outside the walls for a bit!"
Nafız didn't trust the druids in this war; it would be enough for them to be seen on the walls. She had ordered them to go down and form a defensive circle once the attack started.
"Who is Pehlivan?"
Ölümün Rüzgârı asked with a confused expression. Who could this person be, capable of going out while all the druids were to stay inside the walls?
"Let me introduce you, my Power Animal, Pehlivan!"
As soon as Alyon placed his hand on the tattoo on his arm, a giant three-meter bear appeared beside him. This animal, looking down on everyone in the vicinity, was swaggering like nobody's business.
"So that's how it is!"
While Alyon's daughter was checking out her father's Power Animal from head to toe, she seemed to be thinking about something else.
"This way, one wall remains defenseless, and I know someone who can defend it!"
The Commander-in-Chief of the orcs was smiling mischievously as she spoke. She took a step or two towards Pehlivan when a giant shadow appeared beside her as well.
"I also have someone to present to you. Yadigâr, you can greet our friends!"
In the spot the female orc pointed to, there was a creature as tall as Pehlivan; this was a gorilla with biceps as thick as a normal human's waist, a broad chest, and two huge fangs protruding from its jaw.
"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"
While Yadigâr beat his chest with clenched fists, he was looking at the face of Pehlivan, the other Spirit Animal in the environment, with eyes full of the desire to battle.
Seeing the Spirit Animals mentioned in the stories they listened to one after another caused a wave of astonishment among the druids as well. Even though Nafız had told them beforehand that she would reward them with this prize, seeing it with their own eyes was a completely different feeling.
"Quite reasonable. I learned that druids have a forgotten technique similar to our Power Animals, so we can use our friends freely in this war."
Using Power Animals was part of the plan in Nafız's mind. The enemies would think that the orcs, the ancient friends of the druids, had restored this forgotten technique to them.
"I don't know your current rankings, boys, but you can fight with your Power Animals too!"
Even the mention of ten thousand enemies wasn't worth talking about while the three warriors of the Elite Ten were here, but their revelation could affect future plans.
Although Alyon and Nafız didn't know, the arrivals were the orcs ranked number eight, nine, and ten. The Elite Ten warriors had decided not to change their rankings unless someone good enough to take their place came along.
The giant flying bird belonged to number eight, who was an expert in speed, while number nine, who possessed a shield for defense, had a turtle befitting him.
Instead of number six, who usually participated in evacuation operations with his snake, number ten had come to the Wild Swamp this time with the weapon he obtained from the reward dungeon.
His Power Animal was a porcupine as tall as himself. With its small face and quills thinner than hair on its back, this creature was enough to plant a seed of fear in the heart of anyone who saw it.
"Kids, grab your spears too. It won't happen, but if you come across soldiers running away from us, you know what to do!"
When Ölümün Rüzgârı turned and shouted to the fifty or so druids who came with them, something Alyon and Nafız never expected happened.
"Yes, sir!"
These people, who had run away from fighting before, now answered someone they saw as their superior with great zeal. While waiting ready with the spears they took in their hands, the sparks in their eyes were like stars shining on a moonless night.
"Since that's the case, give 'em hell!"
As Nafız dove among the enemy with coal-black daggers appearing in her hands, more than ten arrows passed over her head and stuck into the soldiers in front of her.
Number ten clearly wasn't sitting idle; he had no fear of being seen while attacking. Every time he reached into his quiver, which held a massive stock of arrows, he nocked at least five arrows on his bow and sent his deadly attacks ceaselessly onto the enemies.
The siege unit of the Mercenaries consisted of relatively trained soldiers because they headed straight inside the outpost without focusing too much on the four people jumping from the walls.
Two orcs had gone out, and there were two majestic creatures in other directions; to them, the main fighting force of the rebels was in front of the walls. They guessed that the incoming arrows were sent by the druids and their numbers could only reach a hundred.
Under normal conditions, this guess wouldn't be too wrong, but the presence of two strong characters living on the Orc Steppes and three terrifying figures here today disrupted all calculations.
Kitapkurdu had taken on the defense of a wall all by himself; with the poisonous gases he could control due to his awakened lineage power, this job was as easy for him as a calm walk on a sunny day.
The bodies of the soldiers stepping through the wall were eroding so fast that they were being erased from the world as if they had never existed before they even hit the ground.
Right across from the wall where the chemical slaughter was taking place, the hulking female orc had already started displaying the subtleties of her technique so as not to fall short of her brother.
She couldn't use her glaive because it would stick out too much, but she was more than enough to fuck up the siege soldiers with a weapon that didn't lack in size compared to it.
No matter what, she couldn't do a clean-up as effective as Kitapkurdu. While she was weaving back and forth between the two ends of the wall, there were some soldiers who slipped through her fingers, however few.
Taking care of these people was the duty of the druids returning to their homeland after a short Orc Steppes journey.
Spreading along the wall, they formed ten groups of five. The enemies who threw themselves down in a panic were annihilated by these druid warriors before they could even come to their senses.
They were working like a double-throated grinder. While taking the lives of soldiers escaping from the hands of the savage warrior in front of them, they resembled a group of orcs raised under discipline rather than druids.
Three orc warriors and their Power Animals would defend the remaining two walls. Even if they weren't as terrifying as their superiors, they managed to fulfill their duties flawlessly.
Outside the walls where Alyon's kids were located, Yadigâr and Pehlivan were fighting. In the places where the Elite Ten members were, Nafız and her gray-haired friend were spreading death.
Due to this perfect defense order where they maintained the internal-external balance, although they weren't aware of it yet, the Mercenaries had no chance for victory.