Seeing their chiefs, the orcs began to surround the group to welcome them and thank them for reaching these fertile lands. While the crowd, gradually approaching the front of the chief's tent, shouted joyfully, Nafız spoke, drowning out all the noise.
"People of the tribe, listen to me!"
After this call echoed around, the orcs stopped their chatter and began to watch the mighty female orc with great attention.
"From this moment on, the chief of the warriors is the human you see next to me, whose name is Miloş. Everything he says is my word; I advise you to act accordingly."
As Nafız pulled Miloş to her side with her hand, no one could object to the decision. The massacre committed by the female orc was still fresh in their memories; the warrior orcs had experienced her cruelty firsthand. While everyone in the tribe seemed to accept the decision, the speech of a female orc would end all the silence.
"I cannot accept this; a human cannot lead the glorious orc warriors."
Nafız, who was about to turn her back and enter the tent, slowly turned her head and cast a sharp glance at the orc who owned the voice. The female orc, who felt like fainting from the killing intent contained in the glance at the first moment, managed to stay standing by pushing herself to her limits.
Seeing Nafız move to execute the female orc upon this event, she suddenly saw a huge body blocking her path.
"Big head, I'm in no state to deal with you. If you step out of my way, it would be best for your health."
Knowing that Nafız became uncontrollable when she lost her temper, Alyon immediately began to explain the plan in his mind to her.
"Listen to me first! If you are not satisfied, I promise I won't interfere with your business."
Seeing Nafız with her daggers drawn, the crowd had retreated far behind the female orc in fear. The female orc who spoke with courage regretted it and wanted to withdraw, but due to Nafız's murderous intent, it was impossible for her to move even a millimeter.
"It is quite natural that you don't want a human to lead you, but this is the Orc Steppes, and here the strong rule!"
While Alyon continued his speech, Nafız understood her friend's intention. For them to accept Miloş, these brainless orcs needed to see his power firsthand.
"Clear the square for a fight! Just as everyone in the tribe has the right to duel for chieftainship, they also have the right to challenge the division chiefs."
When the chief finished his words, the orcs were talking amongst themselves, evaluating the situation. Nafız shouted, looking at the crowd quacking like a flock of ducks.
"Miloş is here to accept challenges; those who object to my decision should either fight now or remain silent forever. Otherwise, let no one doubt that I will personally silence those who continue to nag."
At the end of her speech, Nafız took her daggers out of her wristbands and put them back, blowing the crowd's mind. As Miloş entered the circle formed by the orcs, his owner's voice reached his ears.
"You don't need to use weapons for these incompetents; finish them off with your bare hands."
Shaking off her fear with the effect of what she heard, the female orc was the first to enter the circle. After gripping the axe in her hand tightly, she let out a war cry and started running towards Miloş.
As the female orc took a striking position with her axe three steps away from her opponent, she experienced a moment of confusion when the human in front of her turned his back. Taking one more step with this strange feeling, the orc could only understand what happened to her while being hurled through the air as a result of the spinning kick she took to her stomach.
Blood was flowing from the mouth of the female orc, who was able to stop by breaking two trees after a long flight. Miloş was like a sword forged in countless battles and life-or-death situations. Even if he wanted to hold back, every blow of his could have fatal consequences for those below a certain quality.
The fate of the unyielding female orc caused the desire to fight to sprout in the hearts of the tribe's warriors. The fate of everyone who came out into the square with these heroic feelings was like a repetition of the female orc's defeat. When no one could last more than one blow, the remaining orcs began to show signs of giving up.
"I also want to test myself against you, warrior!"
As the blood warrior Sangre came out to the square, the crowd regained their lost enthusiasm.
"Sangre, kill that filth!"
"Take our revenge, riddle that poor excuse for a human with holes!"
As Sangre walked to the battlefield, he began to leak a thin killing intent under the influence of the cheers. Miloş, with years of experience, locked his gaze on Nafız as soon as he felt this intent.
Considering the extreme incompetence of the previous ones, this mediocre person could be someone important in the tribe. Miloş, looking as if he wanted permission from his owner before making his move, would relax with what he heard.
"Teach him the necessary lesson! Knowing the level of his power will be for his benefit!"
While Miloş smiled with joy after Nafız's words, Sangre became several times angrier. His precious master was badmouthing him against the opponent he would face in a moment.
When he embraced his bow fervently, his killing intent peaked. He wanted to hunt down the enemy in front of him with his arrows that pierced even purple alloy armor.
While watching the trajectory of his arrow, Sangre suddenly saw his opponent turn into a blur. Trying to move instinctively to change his position, the blood warrior would be stunned by the punch he took to his nose.
Taking a second punch to his face after the first one, Sangre threw himself back thanks to the boots gifted by his master, breaking through the circle surrounding him.
Now there was a crowded group of orcs in front of him, and it was very difficult to pick out his human opponent from among them.
The orc, making a move to dodge after taking a punch above his left eye, could not escape taking the second blow. While Sangre, whose eyebrow was split open, struggled to find his opponent, he was having a hard time being obstructed by the blood flowing into his eye.
Concentrating on his blind left side, the blood warrior spun like crazy with the bow in his hand, feeling the coldness of metal on his throat as he fell to the ground resulting from a kick to the back of his knees. Miloş, drawing a few drops of blood from Sangre's throat with the dagger in his hand, turned to his owner.
"I await your order; I can take his head at any moment."
While Sangre, who lost his head to a human without understanding how it happened, bowed his head in shame, Nafız turned to the orcs watching the ongoing struggles.
"Don't think you're hot stuff just because you won a battle; there will be many life-or-death struggles ahead of us. Focus on improving yourselves, regardless of whether you are human, orc, or wild creature."
She shouted at the crowd she looked at with stern eyes, making her voice ear-piercing.
"Dismissed, you useless lot!"
When things calmed down, while Miloş handed the wounded Sangre over to the healers, he went out to explore to examine the area where the tribe lived.
While the orc warriors were quite uncomfortable, there was also a minority in the tribe who rejoiced at the situation. The purple rhino warriors, who had been taken prisoner in the war and forced to join the tribe, returned to their training with joy because their commander would be a human.
As Nafız, who had taken a long walk through the night, retired to her tent, Alyon set off for the tent where the female orc wounded in the first fight was being treated. After getting information about the wounded female orc's condition from the healer leaving the tent, Alyon entered calmly.
"Your courage is admirable, but if one is not aware of their own strength, unfortunately, this is the result."
Alyon spoke while examining the female orc, half of whose body was in bandages.
"My Chief! I may have been defeated, but I prefer to die rather than have my pride trampled underfoot."
The stubbornness of the person in front of him caused the orc chief's face to smile. Alyon, who stopped suddenly while turning his back and walking towards the door, looked into the eyes of the orc lying in a wounded state after a short silence.
"My name is Alyon; from now on you can address me by my name, for you are the person who will be the mother of my child," he said.