Dimitar had seized the moment; saying 'now is the time', he continued speaking.
"While this weird mist was approaching, Commander Antuan, taking two thousand soldiers with him, made his move to break through the trap set around us before we realized it!"
"What were you doing at that time!"
Victor, overcoming his surprise to some extent, interrupted his subordinate speaking once more.
"Sir, our commander ordered us to stay where we were and fight until the last moment, saying there was a very important matter and he absolutely had to return to headquarters to give the news!"
Dimitar knew as well as his own name that the grieving older brother would direct this question to him; he spoke his last words aware that the answer he gave would perhaps determine his fate.
As a result of this, the three people facing him had figured out what Antuan actually wanted to do; he was clearly trying to escape by leaving some bait behind.
"You may continue!"
Fox Jurij spoke meaningfully; he was in no position to condemn this act committed by the commander under his command. Who knows how many times he himself had slipped out of such situations in his youth?
"The moment the commander changed his direction, the mist that wanted to lead us to death headed towards the same side; before he could even get twenty paces away, that tragic event would occur!"
The atmosphere had tensed up within the residence where the command echelon was located; contrary to this, Dimitar was full of self-confidence because everything had gone well so far.
"We had fallen into an ambush, but it was as if this situation was arranged specifically for the commander; all the attack was concentrated on him. Despite his own special equipment and the soldiers around him, this relentless attack couldn't be prevented!"
"At that moment, I moved to rush to help with the soldiers left under my command; the plan made wasn't working anymore, our commander's life was in danger!"
"Just as I arrived at the scene and almost reached my commander who had surrounded himself with a protective shield, a sword flew from inside the mist and took your brother's life!"
With his face turned to Victor, Dimitar, completing his words along with a few tears trickling from his eye, was practically devastated. His breathing slowed down, and his head fell forward like the branches of a tree bent due to the fatigue brought by years.
About half a minute passed this way, silent, sorrowful, and with time resisting not to flow; no one spoke until Victor, who grabbed Dimitar by the shoulders with both hands, shouted in a manner adorned with laments of grief.
"What kind of sword was this weapon?"
Dimitar, milking the drama in the arms of the brother of the man he killed, didn't raise his head; he couldn't let anyone notice the glint in his eye.
Then, as if he was going to do the most urgent job in the world all of a sudden, he reached his hand towards his back. While pulling a sword out from inside his armor, the shadow of that grief was still hanging on his face.
When Dimitar revealed the weapon, the dim light in the environment got scared and hid inside a shadow; it was as if this weapon with its matte black body was the natural enemy of any kind of shine.
"This, this cannot be!"
Jurij had lost all his calmness; although he had seen something similar to this only a few times in his life, he knew as well as his own name whom it could belong to.
"Sons of bitches!"
Victor was not only surprised but just as angry; while taking the weapon in Dimitar's hand, he almost ripped his arm off.
In this hubbub, the calmest person was undoubtedly the traitor soldier Dimitar, who did justice to his role to the end; his final trump card to confirm everything he told had dropped into the environment like a bomb.
When the female orc said, 'Don't be afraid, when they see this sword, they will believe you completely', he couldn't prevent great doubts from forming inside him, but now, he was watching with pleasure the three commanders, before whom he trembled in fear previously, turn into fools.
Of course, Dimitar, being a low-ranking soldier, couldn't know the weapons used by the elites of the Black Lily Clan. Especially if this was one of Astute's twin swords named Death Guardians, the poor bastard had no chance.
"It must be because of the meeting last time; how could I not guess they could go this far!"
"Dishonorable bastards! Speak, Dimitar, what happened to the orcs?"
The commander known for his ambition and anger regarding warriorhood was quickly burying his pain inside and leaving his soul to the heat of the fire of revenge; he had found his new sustenance, and his aim was to interrogate Dimitar to reach it.
"Sir, the moment the mist came out of the outpost, the orcs disappeared from sight!"
Victor started nodding his head up and down angrily; he had an air as if he realized he was proven right about a subject he had guessed beforehand.
"Calm down, Victor, we shouldn't make a move without being completely sure!"
While Fox Jurij was observing on one hand, on the other, he was meticulously passing all possibilities through the filter of his mind.
"Commander, how much more proof is needed? Is it possible for one of the soul weapons used by those scumbags to fall into the hands of such a wretch?"
After swinging the sword claimed to have killed his brother violently, Victor scolded his superior with questioning eyes. His voice was very different from an obedient reproach now; it was indicating that he was in an effort to establish pressure.
"Taking twenty thousand of my soldiers with me, I will go after them; I need to catch those dogs before it's too late!"
"Victor!"
The headquarters commander had responded to this outburst with a violent roar; obviously, all hell was about to break loose.
The gray-haired man, who was the only one from the command echelon remaining calm, signaled Dimitar to leave with his hand while watching the traitor commander bow his head and throw himself out the door with running steps.
The man with thinning hair had passed the first test; although he always saw himself as smart and scheming, he was having difficulty believing that a plan made by an orc could be this magnificent.
The conversation they had with the female orc smelling of blood from head to toe after he killed his commander and surrendered came to his mind; whenever this scene appeared before his eyes, he couldn't breathe without shivering inside.
Nafız had ordered him to tell whatever he knew; she wanted to receive all the news from recent times, including the power he was in and other civilizations occupying the continent.
Actually, the plan to be applied was completely different, but the moment Dimitar said that during the regular meeting held a short while ago, the brother of the commander lying dead ten paces away had slapped a Black Lily senior, that was the moment the whole event would change.
Nafız would tear up everything; thinking it would be a great pity if she didn't use this opportunity falling into her hands to the end, she had started living the events in her head that would lead them to victory in a short time.
The most important issue was finding proof to make the commanders believe the story Dimitar would tell; it had to be such a thing that the moment it appeared, it should erase all doubts and put the Black Lilies on the target board.
While swimming in the rough waves of thoughts, a memory from years ago extended its hand to Nafız; the swords next to a dead man lying on the floor of the arena surrounded by stone steps were shining as if saying 'we are here'.
Death Guardians, the precious twin sword of the former Lord of Parthenia City, Astute, had been resting inside Nafız's interspatial ring since the day it lost its owner.
The Black Lilies, a part of the Hell Realm continent, received help from weapons to be able to use their soul-based attacks; Victor, knowing this, had completely entered the desired path with the sword he saw.
Due to his arrogant character, in the session regularly held by the two neighboring civilizations, he had messed with a person possessing the same characteristics as himself, and as if that wasn't enough, he had slapped him in front of everyone.
Although the event caused a great resonance at first, thanks to sensible superiors, it was ended without growing too much.
While most people had forgotten what happened since six months had passed, now Victor was seeing that this had cost him a brother.
"Even if there is death at the end of it, I am going; if there is anyone who wants to stop me, from this moment on, they are my enemy!"
Victor saw red; while the pain of his brother was burning like embers in his heart on one hand, his crushed pride and family honor were practically pouring gasoline on this fire.
There was only one cure for his burning heart: REVENGE!