A moment later, the young druid would find himself in the cave where the mushroom was forcibly shoved into his mouth; the two orcs, who had been with him for a long time, were standing over him as if waiting for him.
"Did you wake up, sleepy Smurf?"
After experiencing a shaking experience, Ainle would first see Nafız, but there was an expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.
"Who are you?"
The female orc would be bewildered by the question directed at her; how could this druid not recognize her?
"It's me, Nafız!"
"What happened to your face?"
"What happened to my face?"
"I'm asking you that; what happened?"
When the dialogue entered a vicious circle, the female orc's hand slowly went to her cheek; when she pulled it back, she would see the muddy soil where the mushrooms grew.
"Alyoooooonnnnnnn!"
Of course, the grey-haired orc had already started to bolt; who could know the intensity of the flames of his friend's anger better than him?
Alyon was about to leave the cave and enter the narrow path; once he leaned his back against the wall, he wouldn't stop until he stepped on dry land.
"Go wash yourself a bit, you dirty bastard; you smell like a carcass!"
However, not everything in life could be as he wanted; with the effect of the kick he received on his ass along with the voice reaching his ear, he would fall into the small-scale pond overcoming the cascading waters of the waterfall.
"Served you right!"
The grey-haired orc knew how to swim, but since he didn't like water at all, this situation would feel no different than torture to him; when he came ashore, soaked to the bone, he would try to dry himself shaking like a dog.
"You did a great job, didn't you? I just plastered mud on your face, big deal!"
"What else were you planning to do, you hulking orc; stand like a man before I give the adze in your hand!"
Nafız's anger hadn't passed; after struggling with three brats, having to deal with this wet joke on top of it wasn't very easy.
Fortunately, Ainle would enter the conversation and soften the tense atmosphere; the words he heard at the last moment were still in the young druid's mind.
"Mistress, when will we go to the last dungeon?"
Faced with this question suddenly entering between them while the two orcs were bickering, they turned their heads to the scrawny druid; the state of this man, who always whined before, was very interesting.
"What's up handsome; what happened that you became so curious about dungeons?"
Ainle wouldn't hide anything from them; he told exactly what happened from A to Z.
"Damn, your mother gave birth to you on a blessed day; our current target was the dungeon at the place of those shiny boys!"
This time, neither Alyon nor Ainle could understand Nafız's words; they could only learn the place they would go.
The trio was advancing toward their target by taking short breaks as usual; for the first two dungeons, they had wasted the Grey Hyenas and Mercenaries, and in the third, they had completely changed a regime.
Now there was a single obstacle in front of them, and that was the region ruled by the Lands of Light, which had lost its two leaders.
"Do you know exactly where the dungeon is, Ainle!"
A fear had gripped Alyon again; while advancing behind the female orc doing scouting in front, he asked his question tremblingly.
"This time I am absolutely sure; the place we need to go is a pyramid!"
Nafız would stop suddenly; this was an involuntary reaction given to the content of the conversation she overheard.
"What happened, Nafız!"
"It happened beautifully, Alyon; do you know exactly where the pyramid he mentioned is?"
Was this even a question? Would Alyon, living with the ideal of "if I find food I eat, if I find a man I cut," know about such a thing?
"Right in the middle of the headquarters of the forces of the Lands of Light!"
Unlike the grey-haired orc, Nafız had learned everything about the continent from the commanders of the mercenaries she captured; the mentioned pyramid could really be said to be under occupation by the Lands of Light.
"What will we do!"
Ainle was practically devastated by the bad news he received while being so close to his goal; his voice was trembling while speaking.
"What do you mean what will we do; first we will try to enter secretly, if not, we will open our way by tearing through!"
Nafız had already made her decision; if those old foxes had squatted somewhere, there must definitely be something attracting their interest there.
The female orc, telling her intention to Ainle, actually knew very well that they had only one remedy left; the forces of the Lands of Light on the continent had already become aware of their leaders' death and taken the necessary precautions.
"Alyon, when the war starts, we must avoid unnecessary movements; we are advancing straight toward our target, that's all!"
The hulking orc would pull himself together and take position immediately; no one could enter a bear's den swinging their arms.
The trio had managed to bypass the security in the outer circle with the darkness of the night and Nafız's expertise in stealth, but when they approached the skirts of the pyramid, it was no longer possible for them not to be discovered.
"Strangers!"
"There is a violation in the third sector!"
Various shouts began to echo on all four sides; inside the headquarters in the form of a city consisting entirely of people from the Lands of Light, two orcs and a druid were running like rabbits in a drive hunt.
"Ainle, where is the entrance!"
They were left among thousands of people, and these didn't resemble either the Mercenaries or the third-rate types sent by the weakened Hell Realm; what was worse, almost all of them were experts in long-range attacks.
Alyon's panic was due to this; he wanted to know where they would go in an environment where they could eat a fireball on their heads if they were two steps slow.
"I feel where the entrance is; if we can proceed without changing our direction at all, it stays right in front of us!"
These words, sounding like good news when first heard, were losing their meaning in the labyrinth-like winding streets of the city once ruled by the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown.
"You leave that job to me; don't lose my track, gentlemen!"
No matter what happened, Alyon had no intention of giving up; taking his giant axe out of his inter-spatial ring, he entered headfirst into the wall of the house located at the first turn he encountered.
"Make way, damn it; your father Alyon is coming!"
Since he couldn't open lineage power against stone and soil, the grey-haired orc was hyping himself up; truth be told, he was destroying and passing through whatever came before him, putting even the best bulldozers to shame.
They were approaching the entrance of the pyramid step by step; the scene appearing on the horizon consisted of hundreds of warriors taken cover in front of a high large gate.
Each of them had turned their staffs, decorated with stones shining in different colors, in the direction the trio came from, waiting for the right time to release their attacks.
"Don't stop, Alyon; I will create a gap for the three of us!"
"Ainle, get behind me and don't stray more than two steps from me!"
Her words had just finished when two pairs of daggers emerged from Nafız's wrists; although their shapes still reminded of a dagger, addressing these blood-red knives reaching two meters in length with this name was actually like overshadowing their majesty.
When the houses ended and the two sides met in the wide square, various magical attacks were thrown into the air; their targets were clear, they wanted to destroy the trio wanting to enter the pyramid.
If it weren't for the two attacks standing against them, perhaps they could have reached their goals, but right now, a red storm suppressing all colors had broken out in the field.
"Continue, don't stop until entering inside!"
When humans appeared before them, Alyon didn't spare himself either; using the Chief's Wrath, he weakened his enemies and brought the fighting spirits of his friends standing next to him to enthusiasm.
There was only one option for the trio running toward the barrier consisting of attacks: to pierce through. In a contrary situation, they wouldn't go beyond being characters creating a short-term excitement in the dusty pages of history.
"Now!"
Nafız would make the entire square groan with her shrill voice; this time, she wanted Alyon to support her attack, which she focused on a single point.
The grey-haired orc immediately added a coal-black attack from the cutting side of his giant axe right behind the female orc's blood-red attack. The result would be unexpectedly magnificent; inside the crowd consisting of hundreds of warriors, a road extending up to the entrance of the pyramid was now visible.