Learning that his mines had been raided, Kızılayı was driven mad with fury. Two of the ten mines he was responsible for operating had been rendered unworkable. Hastily deciding to hold a war council, the chief ordered the protection of the remaining mines to be tripled.
Shortly after, the chiefs of the logistics, hunter, and warrior divisions were waiting ready for Kızılayı's orders inside the tent.
"Güçlükazma, what is the status of our miner casualties? Will we be able to meet the upcoming delivery?"
Güçlükazma, the chief of the logistics division, had already finished his calculations before coming to the meeting.
"Chief, the raided mines were the ones we obtained the most product from. To prepare these for the upcoming delivery and to complete the missing product by working extra in the other mines, we will need a large amount of orc power."
This time turning to the chief of the hunters, Kızılayı said, "I hope the messenger we sent to that idiot calling himself Ayıboğan brought good news."
"Sir, when the courier arrived at the tribe, he encountered the remnants of a battle. Due to the presence of numerous soldiers in purple armor lying dead on the ground, we suspect the tribe was slaughtered by Nikonya soldiers."
As Gölgekurdu, the chief of the hunters, relayed the news to the chief with a glum face, he clenched his fists in anger until his knuckles cracked.
"So, they have been planning this attack for a long time. It's obvious they wanted to destroy places where we could get support before attacking us, Chief!"
Standing up in anger, Kasaphaydo shouted furiously as his hands gripped the handles of his two small axes. Known for his quick temper and savage methods, the warrior chief was practically radiating fire after the attack on them.
"Just give the order to attack Nikonya and bring their castle down on their heads. You can be sure that my brave warriors and I will leave no stone standing on stone, no head on shoulders."
After taking the opinions of the division chiefs, Kızılayı made his decision after thinking for a short while.
"Güçlükazma, determine the minimum number of people required and procure personnel from the hunter division. Gölgekurdu, set aside your most skilled hunters for the tribe's food needs, and send the rest to the logistics division to work in the mines."
Although giving orders to the two division chiefs was an easy task for Kızılayı, not knowing how to deal with Kasaphaydo's appetite for war, he ordered the other orcs in the tent to go outside.
"Chief, don't tell me we aren't going to fight these filthy humans."
Restless and agitated, the warrior chief made his move as if he understood what was going to happen.
"Calm down, Kasaphaydo!"
Seeing his subordinate beginning to spiral out of control, the chief shouted angrily.
"Our priority is to deliver the mined resources to the main tribe in full. Take your warriors and ensure the security of the mines and the tribe. You may leave!"
Even more infuriated by the chief's attitude following the attack, Kasaphaydo walked out saying, "This is what happens if you make a logistician the tribe chief."
While Kasaphaydo was a rising star among the warriors in the main tribe a century ago, after the change of chiefs, he was sent to this side tribe as the warrior chief. Although this was seen as a promotion for a warrior, the fact that the Logistics chief of that time was named Kızılayı and made chief of the tribe he was sent to had burned inside him as an unhealing wound for years.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the distance, Miloş was about to faint from exhaustion. Seeing that the duo in front of him continued without slowing down, he shouted with his last strength.
"Wait for me! Let's rest a bit; I can't take it anymore!"
As Miloş collapsed face-first onto the ground after finishing his words, Nafız grinned and said, "He lasted longer than I estimated; he's a solid man, indeed."
"It wouldn't hurt to rest a bit! If we travel through the night, we will reach the tribe's new location with the first lights of the morning."
When they came to the side of the human warrior lying on the ground, Nafız and Alyon sat cross-legged to eat their meal. While eating, Alyon suddenly turned to Nafız and asked a question he had been wondering about for a long time.
"By the way, why are we taking this man with us? You said you would explain when everything was over, didn't you?"
After chewing the morsel in her mouth a bit more, Nafız began to speak.
"When we leave, there won't be anyone left to train the warriors in the tribe. Besides, Sangre needs an opponent he has to surpass."
Miloş was a master mercenary. If he used his experience to train the warriors in the tribe, the quality of the orc warriors could rise to a high level. Looking at Nafız, who had made a truly logical decision, Alyon said, "I'll make a few adjustments too when we return; I guess it's time to embark on our second dungeon journey."
At these words, Nafız's eyes sparkled, and a flame of enthusiasm ignited within her. In the World of Six Civilizations, dungeons were places known by very few people. This information, inaccessible to the common folk, was kept as a secret even in high-level societies.
While there were a total of thirty dungeons in this world consisting of six continents, only six of them were named legacy dungeons. Aside from these high-grade dungeons where the selves of the continent's legendary figures were stored, there were twenty-four normal dungeons. Equipment, techniques, and yet unknown mysterious objects were hidden in normal dungeons.
Although Nafız's silence for the rest of the journey back to the tribe caught Alyon and Miloş's attention, they left her alone to avoid trouble. While the two males chatted idly amongst themselves, they couldn't even guess that Nafız was thinking about the years she spent in the world before she died.
"Even though it looks like I had many more opportunities back then, what difference did I have from these orcs while living within the tribe called society? Because of the rules and obligations wrapping around me, my whole life passed working to ensure the welfare of others like a logistics orc."
Starting to voice her inner thoughts, Nafız began to thoroughly unsettle her traveling companions. Feeling melancholic, Nafız would have taken the edge off the fire burning inside with a couple of drinks in the old days, but she hadn't yet come across an alcoholic beverage in this world.
After walking all night, the group reached the entrance of a narrow pass hidden between the mountains as day broke. As they entered the pass, a voice echoed in the rift.
"Identify yourselves immediately!"
Alyon smiled with pleasure upon hearing the voice. He took off the hood on his head and introduced himself.
"I am Chief Alyon, and those with me are warriors of our tribe!"
"Say the password!"
While Alyon was surprised by the question, Nafız was grinning wickedly.
"The mighty tribal chief doesn't know the password to the secret pass; how can one live with such shame?"
The hulking orc's face turned beet red as a result of Nafız's taunts. Alyon, his orc pride hurt, had started to take angry steps forward when an arrow struck his armor, illuminating the dark pass with sparks.
"I won't warn you again, password!"
Although Nafız didn't see the shooter, she understood it was Sangre, the blood warrior she created. If she prolonged the joke a bit more, the archer, who started using special arrows, had a high probability of seriously wounding Alyon, even if he couldn't kill him.
"Password: Bailiff! You are doing your duty very well, congratulations, but now return to your posts before you get hurt!"
When Nafız finished her words, the pass shook with the sound coming from the orcs.
"Yes, Chief!"
After her warriors greeted her gloriously, Nafız puffed out her armpits and began to walk in front of the group almost like a crab.
When she came to the end of the pass, Nafız, walking in front, couldn't believe her eyes. While the world outside the rocky area was barren and infertile, the view before her consisted of lush green grass, trees, and streams.
Sangre, who came to meet the group walking toward the distant orc tents, bowed respectfully.
"My Chiefs, welcome to our new home!"
While Sangre gave his greeting, he was looking at Alyon out of the corner of his eye. When he moved towards him to apologize, the hulking orc patted his shoulder with his hand and spoke.
"You are doing your job well; don't miss the meeting in the chief's tent at sundown."