The big-nosed man, abandoning the hit-and-run tactic he used all day, went on the attack at the head of the units he commanded. After seeing the enemy's handicap, he was displaying his opportunism.
That Nafız, who was perhaps least affected by the recent developments, had no plan to retreat in the face of this move would be understood as a result of her answering her prey, who constantly escaped from her, with the same method.
They were approaching each other rapidly; although she couldn't show it as the distance between her and the square-jawed man shortened, she was inwardly shouting cries of joy. Call it instinct, foresight, or cowardice if you want, but you couldn't define the commander of the Gray Hyenas flying towards the back of his charging soldiers thanks to the boots on his feet ten steps before the collision as well as the curses Nafız would utter.
"Come here, you coward; how far will you be able to run!"
While the Blood God glided like wind through the enemy charging in a packed formation, she shouted with a half-hasty, half-scornful attitude. Like previous ones, this was also doomed to remain unanswered. The man, taking a deep breath through his large aquiline nose, was fleeing swinging his gray cloak.
Nafız, whose nerves were thoroughly stretched, ended up at the nape of the enemy with whom she was practically playing chase by increasing her speed a bit more. The two black daggers she received from the reward dungeon were shining with the coldness of death.
The Blood God was about to strike the fatal blow to her opponent's back, but before reaching her goal, the expert of the Gray Hyenas flew at least a hundred steps forward leaving a medium-scale explosion behind him.
This man had no shame at all. Whenever he came to the brink of death, he could sacrifice them to save himself regardless of whether they were orcs or his own soldiers. There were hundreds of corpses in front of Nafız, who escaped the attack by jumping backward with a sudden movement, and the big-nosed commander had gotten away with it again as happened a few times before.
Currently, somewhere far away, he was checking out his enemy whom he was about to lose his life to just a moment ago, and at the same time, raining orders on his attacking officers through a tool in his hand. Nafız went on the attack again against her opponent reminding of a fish that couldn't be caught due to its slippery scales. The square-jawed man expecting this immediately took a defensive stance.
What was interesting was that he didn't flee swinging his gray cloak but stood in his place. It seemed he carried the desire to confront the person whose target was his throat with two black daggers. Saying thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps, they had almost come face to face when the commander's surroundings were surrounded by a bright shield. His mouth remaining under his disproportionate nose was currently stretching from ear to ear.
"Die!"
The moment a single word spilled from his mouth, small glimmers started in the ten-step area remaining outside the bright light. Nafız was now familiar with the shield; she had fought against this equipment many times. She was sure she could shatter it easily if given a very short time. Her enemy undoubtedly guessed this too; therefore, he had gone to the trouble of laying mines outside the area where he imprisoned himself.
The moment bean-sized shining objects started exploding producing a sound unexpected from their sizes, there were thousands of orcs including Nafız in the area they were in. The female orc, transferring all her power to her legs as she sensed danger, saw what happened clearly when she rose five steps from the ground by jumping. When she landed on the ground two breaths later, the soil she stepped on was scorched, and the commander taking himself inside the barrier had fled again.
"What an organization, man! Do you open extra quotas for the best ones at slipping away while choosing commanders?"
This man didn't have the most important weakness of the enemies she encountered until today. He wasn't losing himself in the face of arrogance given by struggling with an orc. He was such a man; he would immediately destroy those he was sure he could kill, and if his life was in danger, he would use environmental factors by fleeing.
He had come here watching the images of the last moments of the ice user dying at Nafız's hands. He knew very well he couldn't win one-on-one against the person he was constantly attacked by. He would flee while they had numerical superiority and let his soldiers handle the remaining jobs. His plan was working flawlessly until the rumble following the explosion of mines he scattered.
The shield wall established by the warriors of the First Army suddenly exploded outward. The breeze created by this event resembling a tornado tearing apart everything appearing before it caused half of the war machines supporting the Gray Hyenas in the background to overturn.
Eyes were on the shield wall, at the exit point of the explosion. The giant shield on which a roaring lion head was engraved in relief was greeting them with all its majesty. There was a V-shaped gap opening towards the edges in front of it as it advanced.
When the sound attack of the shield, a gift of the reward dungeon, ended, its owner's enemies were deafened, and Vahşikalkan was shouting to his comrades with a harsh tone of voice.
"All officers, ability usage is free!"
At the same time, a giant hum rose from where he was. Some of the orcs remaining on defense for a long time rushed forward rapidly. Vahşikalkan practically ignited the fuse of a dynamite; reward dungeon conquerors like him and warriors receiving training inside the Orc War Academy would start displaying their skills.
The Elite Ten was the peak within the new generation orcs, but they weren't the only orcs working on fighting and magical techniques. Many people at the Beginner or the beginning of Master level in arts they possessed had joined the war.
There were also warriors earning the right to enter the reward dungeon with their bravery even if they didn't have abilities. This call was for all of them; the enemy was weighed, and it was decided that the time had come to bring the war to a conclusion on this front.
Since the soldiers, whose commander at their head was constantly in a state of flight, fell into panic upon the development experienced, they started retreating rapidly. Orcs sent by the Main Orc Tribe to this front for support were also adapting to the situation. How could they stay while humans they came to by trusting fled?
The wind turned in the opposite direction; under the leadership of ability user orcs, the enemy was being repelled rapidly, those remaining behind ruthlessly killed. This situation continued for a while; the speed of warriors switching from defense to attack in an instant was enormous.
"Stop, everyone behind the shield wall!"
The braves of the First Army flowing like an exuberant flood were startled by the warning of a familiar voice. The second warning of the same person brought them to their senses.
"Formation V, active!"
The person giving the order to her warriors was Nafız. As a result of the man she chased moving away faster than normal, a doubt fell inside her, and leaving him, she dealt with the general situation of the war.
Her decision was very correct. This way, she had seen the trap they were drawn into and protected her warriors from a sorrowful end. The flight of the Gray Hyenas was fake; they aimed to pull their enemies in front of the war machines remaining intact. At the same time, opening sideways, they were positioning themselves behind archer units remaining silent since the beginning of the war. Their aim was to support the attack they started from the front with war machines with archer shots coming from both sides.
"Wow jackals! Will you sell my ancestor's tactic to me?"
As soon as she finished her words, what she guessed happened. Arrows like rain, lava resembling a volcano eruption were raining on units under the Blood God's command. It was a situation they couldn't prevent if they stood in a straight line; taking V formation was inevitable.
They had shown the necessary reflex, but it seemed this was their enemy's basic plan. They were continuing their attacks without caring about what happened. Most of the orcs trying to resist with their shields stuck in the ground couldn't escape becoming targets of arrows coming from the sides; the only thing they could do was approach their shielded friends. Within a short time, they returned to their old situations, and moreover, danger now surrounded them from three sides.
"Brainless orc! I guessed you would become a prisoner of your passions. Your pursuit to kill me will cost the lives of all your warriors!"
After finishing his words, the big-nosed commander laughing heartily was in high spirits. He was winning the gamble he played by putting himself forward. He knew the opponent might have a few trump cards in hand; the explosion ensuring he lost half of his war machines was one of these. According to his guesses, there couldn't be more in these distant lands; they didn't need to wait to start their final attacks.
The only thing he had to do was flee a little more and gain time until his soldiers destroyed the enemy. Reflections of the pleasure given by being successful appeared on his face; his red cheeks soaked with sweat were wrinkled in the face of the pressure his lips made.