Bam! Bam! Bam! As the unit clad entirely in purple armor marched toward the front of the line, their footsteps echoed across the steppe.
"My soldiers, no one from the orc tribe will be left alive. I don't want to stay in this foul-smelling place any longer!" "As you command!" The soldiers, shouting with fervor, began advancing toward the tribe. Commander Anton was quite displeased as he sent his unit onto the battlefield. As if it weren't enough that he came here with this bandit group, he was also forced to fight. Kızılkuyruk, seeing the armored unit attack, drove his remaining warriors to the front.
Dimitri, seeing the movement happening within the bandit group from their position, said, "Chief Alyon, I am very curious about your plan this time."
"There's no plan left to make. Our numbers are equalized; we will fight chest-to-chest." Orc Chief Alyon answered, rolling his eyes at the merchant. "They finally used the armored unit. A great opportunity to see the results of one month's training. I hope I don't have to get up from my seat." Alyon continued his speech, taking a piece of fruit from the plate in front of him. "How can there be an armored military unit within a bandit group? Judging by the color of their armor, these are soldiers from the Nikonya City forces." The one most surprised by the appearance of the armored units among the trio watching the battle from the top of the hill was Sasha. Alyon, smiling at the astonished state of Sasha who was looking at him in wonder, said, "Personal ambitions, my young friend; owning a city is probably not satisfying enough for the City Lord."
While the conversation continued on the hill, Domuzkuyruk, seeing the unit advancing toward them with spears in their hands on the battlefield, shouted urgently.
"All warriors, fall back to the second line and set up the shield wall. Archers, fire at will!" The orc warriors fell back to the middle section of the hill to create distance between themselves and the enemy and began to form the shield wall. The orc archers took positions on slightly higher ground and attacked the advancing enemy, utilizing the advantage provided by the slope.
While their arrows wounded the bandits, the Purple Rhino Warriors were unharmed by these attacks due to their armor. Although some arrows aimed for the joints in the armor, the soldiers were not injured thanks to the steel mesh they wore underneath. As the soldiers slowly advancing in heavy armor began to demoralize the orcs, one of them hurled the spear in his hand toward Chief Alyon's location. These experienced soldiers knew that the orcs would scatter like chicks if they lost their leader. As the spear traveled through the air, everyone on the battlefield watched it.
Alyon slowly stood up as he watched the spear coming toward him. The spear, which directly targeted his head, struck him between the eyebrows, and Alyon didn't even flinch. The spear that hit the Chief's head broke in half, including its steel tip. Following this attack, Alyon picked up a fist-sized rock from the ground and hurled it back at the soldier who threw the spear.
The breaking of his spear against the enemy's head had damaged the soldier's honor. He planned to take the retaliatory and humiliating attack in kind. If he had known that the rock coming at him would leave him disfigured, he would definitely have thought about deflecting it. The rock, shot from Alyon's hands, dented the head part of the armor, and blood began to seep from the open joints. As the soldier fell to the ground like an empty sack, the Purple Rhino Warriors were filled with astonishment, and the orcs were filled with joy.
Shortly after this incident, the orcs grew furious at their Chief being targeted. Sangre, especially, began raining arrows on the soldiers, pulling his bowstring again and again to punish this insult as a warrior. When the soldiers reached the shield wall, they saw that the orcs had dug their shields halfway into the ground. The orc warriors, who decided that the final outcome would be determined by the clash here, began swinging their axes with fervent shouts.
The orcs were much more determined and skilled after one month of hellish training. The orcs in the front supported the shields with their shoulders, occasionally pulling some soldiers over the wall and into their formation. While the bloody battle continued in the heart of the tribe, Alyon sadly observed that things were going poorly. Although courage, tactics, and morale were factors determining the outcome on the battlefield, the difference in equipment was breaking the orcs' back in this clash.
The soldiers, with their long spears, were causing pain to the orcs through attacks made through the gaps in the shields. Although they had the advantage of position and defense, the orc warriors' weapons were powerless against the Purple Rhino Warriors' armor. Alyon stood up to enter his tent and retrieve his war hammer, when his eyes fell on Sangre, who was virtually fighting with his bow. This warrior, seeing his orc brothers fighting in the formation falling one by one, was shooting continuously. Blood dripped onto the ground from his right hand, but the heat of the battle prevented him from feeling the cuts down to the bone in his fingers.
Alyon, thinking he must end this before more losses occurred, was startled by footsteps coming from inside the tent. The figure who emerged from the tent shortly after walked toward the archer with the shredded hands without saying a word, and Alyon sat back down. Sangre continued to shoot tirelessly, even though his arrows could not harm his enemies. While trying to figure out what else he could do, he heard a voice speaking right next to his ear.
"Is that all your ability amounts to?" Sangre, struggling with despair and exhaustion, shouted angrily at the voice coming from behind him: "Who are you?" "You're so incompetent that you can't even pierce these lousy armors, and you're too stupid to recognize your master's voice!" Sangre knelt excitedly upon seeing Nafız before him.
"No matter how hard I pull my bowstring, my arrows cannot pierce the armor!" Sangre angrily threw his weapon to the ground, with blood dripping from his hands. Nafız, seeing the despairing state of her first blood warrior created after receiving Mora's legacy, softened slightly. When she swung her hand, a bow and a quiver full of arrows appeared from nowhere. The seven-foot-long bow that appeared took Sasha's mind.
"This bow, one of Abarran's twenty great bows, is..." Sasha had to interrupt his speech and stop talking when he saw his master gesture silence with his hand. Dimitri had seen that the bow and quiver did not appear out of thin air. As a result of some thoughts that came to his mind, he wanted his apprentice not to make any more fuss.
"You stubborn brat, try with these once more. This big boy and I never got along, but I think he will get along very well with you." Nafız handed the bow to Sangre, watching the ongoing battle out of the corner of her eye. Sangre knew the current state of his hands very well. An unbearable pain stabbed into his bones as he reached for the bow given by his master. As soon as he took the bow, an indescribable feeling spread through his entire body; the new bow felt as if it had been with him for years.
Because Abarran was a disciple of the Holy Blood Sect, most of the weapons he made were designed to interact with the user's blood. Especially the equipment he made for those who carried his blood could not be used without the appropriate blood ties. This was why Sangre, who carried even a small piece of Mora's blood in his veins, immediately claimed the bow as soon as he held it.
Sangre, gently pulling the 250-pound draw weight bow with three fingers, launched the two-and-a-half-foot-long blood-red arrow at the armored warriors. Unlike the previous arrows that failed to penetrate the armor, this special arrow exited the soldier's armor, pierced the soldier behind him, and lodged itself in the third target.
"RRRRRRRROOOOAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"Sangre, unable to contain the excitement within him after seeing the destruction caused by his arrow, roared madly. The sight and this crazy sound struck fear into the soldiers' hearts, while the war desire of the orcs behind their shields rose to the highest level.