"Come at me, all of you!"
"Roooaaarrr!"
To coin a phrase, two bears were running wild inside the outpost, which had a wide surface area; with their actions and the sounds they made, they had gathered all the attention on themselves.
For this reason, no one had noticed the frail female orc when she arrived next to the two long buildings; looking through the small windows of these single-story structures, Nafız would see many soldiers sleeping on bunk beds, top and bottom.
Some were just getting up due to the noise outside; although not entirely sure, thinking that some trouble had arisen, they had already moved to wake the others.
"While the night shift is ready here, I need to finish their business!"
Nafız murmured silently while throwing the two tubes in her hand into the single-story structure; the glass tube hadn't even hit the floor yet when two of them would appear in the window of the other dormitory as well.
The moment they broke, the liquid inside them rapidly turned into a green gas and would fill the inside of the ward, which couldn't be considered small, in a short time; after a few painful screams and plenty of coughing, there wasn't a single person breathing among the bodies lying on the floor.
During the two years she spent with Mora, Nafız had found the opportunity to study many killing methods besides brute force; one of these was the art of poison, in which her master was an expert.
Being able to kill hundreds of enemies with the mixture she fit into just four small tubes was always the product of her hard work in those days; the path she determined for herself was embarking on an adventure that could only be reached at the end with fast and definitive solutions.
Taking her small-sized composite bow in her hand, Nafız turned her face to the towers, her new target; she would start hunting down the scouts one by one, who had focused on the mad running around of Alyon and Pehlivan.
The frail female orc was constantly attacking by hiding in the shadows of small houses and huts; while she had moved quite far from the point where she first entered in this way, very interesting sounds caught her ear.
From inside a single-story hut isolated from the other houses, screams of pleasure were rising simultaneously with painful whimpers. Another difference of this place, which had no sentries around it, from the other structures was that it didn't even have a single window.
Nafız's steps were fast and rhythmic as she approached the facade of the house remaining outside the view of the towers; not even two breaths passed before she saw what was going on through the gaps in the old wooden wall.
When a warm and humid filthy air hit her nose, the female orc first involuntarily pulled herself back; when she covered her face with her right arm and tried again, the staged form of disgrace was before her.
This place was the venue where the soldiers in the outpost relieved their sexual urges and, as understood from the whips and chains cracking in the air, satisfied their perverted pleasures.
Nafız, observing for a while, saw that despite hell breaking loose outside, it was impossible for those inside to come out of the eclipse of reason they had fallen into. Even though the wooden door creaked when she opened it and entered, no one had even turned to look; unlike them, the view was incredible for the orc warrior seeing the inside from a limited area.
There were a lot of people being raped without gender distinction; in fact, waiting at the head of some were people whose numbers exceeded the fingers of one hand. They were mixed into each other like a ball of yarn; right next to the soldier opening cuts on the body of a woman he got his hands on, blood flowing from wounds was dripping onto the face of a man being forcibly possessed by two people.
Nafız, who had maintained her calm until that moment, had already snapped; immediately after her coal-black daggers appeared in her hand, she started the slaughter.
There was so much noise in the environment that for a certain time, the soldiers enjoying themselves inside couldn't understand whether the painful screams came from their friends or the wretches they were torturing. Nafız couldn't prioritize anything; while everything was happening intertwined, she was taking the life of the soldier coming before her, moving to the other without pausing even for a moment.
When the moans of pleasure decreased and only the heartbreaking cries of pain remained, a few people who hadn't died yet would understand what was happening, but it wasn't possible for them to stand before Nafız, who had once smelled blood.
Not much, at the end of a few tens of breaths, there was no one left inside the single-story structure who was there for pleasure and torture.
After scanning her surroundings like this and being thoroughly sure, Nafız put an end to the captivity of the people chained by their hands and feet.
"You are safe right now; don't open the door to anyone until I return!"
She didn't have much time; while her friend was distracting the people outside, the duty of cutting down the big shots was hers.
"Eat these for now; is there anyone among you in good enough condition to keep watch?"
There was dried meat and bread inside a bundle the female orc threw on the ground; due to the scene they saw, no one cared about what she said. The only target of those who could move was this object full of food.
They had attacked the place where the food was just like birds flocking to feed; Nafız almost said something, but looking at the condition of the place she was in, she would have to swallow the words coming to her throat back.
"I will keep watch!"
Someone whose face and eyes were covered in blood was walking toward the frail orc dragging one leg, unlike the other people; his speed was very low because of the ones lying on the ground while his greenish hair covered his eyes.
"You are the person in charge here; take these weapons and protect yourselves!"
Nafız wouldn't stay long after taking out some axes from her inter-spatial ring; while the sounds coming from outside increased, she had to get to her work too.
"A camp full of losers! How much more can you disgrace yourselves?"
Alyon and his power animal were constantly fleeing; although they were giving a relaxed appearance by hurling insults, they were aware that the circle surrounding them was slowly narrowing.
"Sir, an orc has infiltrated inside the camp with the bear he is riding!"
"What are all these soldiers doing?"
The assistant commander, licking his fingers in pleasure having finished his meal, had spoken with a tone of voice revealing his displeasure. While beads of sweat dripped from the face of the messenger looking at the ground, having received a deadly warning before, he would give the answer to the coming question, albeit with difficulty.
"They are after them, but the bear's size and strength are incredible; it can pass through inside the houses as if they weren't there!"
The soldier was telling the truth; the only reason they had been running away for this long was none other than Pehlivan. Thanks to his large claws and raw strength, when their path fell into a dead end, he destroyed whatever was in front of him and passed through; obviously, the outpost was built thinking such an event couldn't happen inside the walls.
"Wake everyone up; let the night battalion take their posts!"
"Sir!"
"Do what I said quickly; do you have a death wish?"
Having his order questioned twice would cause the nerves of the man with curled mustaches to stretch.
"Sir, the sentries went to the wards long ago, but all the soldiers had died due to an unknown reason!"
The last news he heard caused the assistant commander to jump rapidly from his place; disregarding everyone, he had thrown off the bathrobe on him and started wearing his battle armor. Maybe they were at an outpost close to the border of the Orc Steppes, but commanding here didn't mean the man with curled mustaches was stupid.
It didn't take him long to figure out the scheme; he was aware that another force was striving to strike the main blow in the shadow of the fake attacks of the orc and the bear.
"Follow me; we need to find Markov urgently!"
The person mentioned by the man equipping his armor and weapon with a fury was the other assistant commander of the same rank as himself; he had to meet with him to convey the situation and make the necessary intervention.
He accelerated toward the door like lightning; his aim was to open the door himself and go out without waiting for anyone for the first time, but the piece of wood he hung on the handle didn't seem to like this business; accompanied by a loud noise, it would hit first his head, then his whole body, and send him flying a few steps back.
"There was supposedly a commander with curled mustaches around here; has anyone seen him?"
While blood flowed in streams from the nose of the man remaining under the broken door, the other soldier in the room was watching the frail female orc with fearful eyes, who was shaking the dust fallen on her short-cropped hair with her hand.