The joint forces of four civilizations would have to stop their influx once more; after the arrow rain covering the sky, everywhere was covered with the dead and wounded.
A quarter of the one-million force would perish in the first moment; they had paid a heavy price for leaving their defense equipment and focusing only on the attack.
It seemed there was no one among the remaining ones who escaped without injury; some of those hit on their arms and legs would want to pull out the arrows hurriedly, but the true color of the business would become clear only then.
The heads of arrows raining on them were very special; when one wanted to pull them out forcefully from the flesh where they stuck by rotating, they were taking all tissue away with them.
When warriors, abandoning this method after those losing their limbs, moved backward involuntarily, the sun enabling them to see ahead would close again.
"Dragan, what is happening here!"
"I don't know, our enemies are seeing archer support from the rear front!"
The beauty of the Lands of Light had consumed great soul power for one million warriors to endure Khan's effect even for a short time; while her sacrifice was massacred before her eyes, perhaps she was getting angry for the first time since she landed on the battlefield.
"Where are your eyes looking mercenary, there are millions of arrows in the air!"
Severo hadn't hesitated to intervene in the subject due to both the tactlessness given by astonishment and for the revenge of previous calculations.
"Dragan, give the retreat signal, otherwise it will be too late!"
The High Architect wasn't someone to be late in grasping the gravity of the situation; his priority wasn't to gain superiority over someone but the safety of the cards in his hand.
Unfortunately, while words left his mouth, the third party arrow rain had started touching the ground; the one-million force would be able to return as only two hundred thousand people after the metal baptism they experienced.
"Bam!, Bam! Bam!"
"Bam!, Bam! Bam!"
On the battlefield where painful screams faded slowly, rhythmic sounds coming from afar started to be heard as of now; drum beats coming lightly first were getting a little closer every moment.
Ears started ringing, the ground where feet stepped started trembling slightly; contrary to the shaking created by the one-million force, this one was increasing gradually.
Drum sounds were rising, the tremor of the ground was felt along with the noise of hard steps, and purple clouds were covering the sky as if denying the sun's sovereignty.
After a while, everything became silent for a moment; while all eyes turned onto the hill behind the Druid Settlement, the only thing heard was that special timbre hearts made while beating madly.
"Hail to the Blood God Nafız!"
"Hail to the Supreme Orc Lord Alyon!"
Two sentences were said in unison, then knees were hit on the ground with all reverence. Just behind the Druid Settlement, earth and sky were orcs; even power animals were bowing their necks and offering their respects to two legends.
When an orc warrior, whose entire body was covered with metal armor, stepped forward with calm steps from inside the doomsday crowd, a mist curtain was descending slowly on Alyon's eyes.
"Blood God Nafız, Supreme Lord Alyon; Orc Steppes Army with its five million force is at your command!"
At that moment, the five-million force saluted their leaders by hitting their weapons on their shields; if a naturalist could see this scene, undoubtedly they wouldn't hesitate for a moment to put what happened into the natural disaster class.
No one could know that the real horror would be experienced when the Orc Steppes Army descended from the hill to the plain; the order of the new army spreading by taking the thousand-person Druid Liberation Army as the center would cause Dragan's face to be wet with beads of sweat.
"Damn it, I knew help would come, but this much is too much!"
The commander of the Joint Army of Four Civilizations could never think two names who became symbols for orcs would be left alone by their kinsmen, but the operation being done hurriedly along with no espionage activity occurring on the Orc Steppes had condemned him only to his guesses.
"Did he say five million? He must be bluffing, no one can organize an army of this scale in such a short time!"
Severo, acting with numbers with which they were superior since the beginning of the war, was in a fight with himself not to accept the occurring situation; unlike him, the other two envoys seemed to have accepted the truth long ago.
"Would you lift your head and look at the enemy?"
The High Architect was one of the rare people who managed to stay calm inside everyone due to his nature; while directing the long-haired man who lost his composure, his voice would sound soft as if talking to a friend.
"Doesn't the five-million force look almost like an eye-catching painting?"
Maria de León couldn't help admiring while looking at the formation shrinking first into million parts, then respectively up to ten-person teams inside itself, not losing its order, not deviating even a step from the interval they needed to leave.
While the effects of the new situation were tried to be digested in the enemy army, a thousand people inside the Druid Settlement were turning around on their own axes like unconscious, confused chickens as if walking in a dream.
"My daughter!"
When the trembling voice of the orc, who killed survivors of the two hundred and fifty thousand force without blinking his eye together with four hundred people under his command just a moment ago, pulled druids out of the dream realm, they noticed a group that had already come next to them.
"Retreat idiot, do you want to die!"
"Get out of the way quickly!"
Friends would quickly take a few people remaining between the two orcs leading the Druid Army and the group approaching them step by step to their side. They were obliged to do this; a voice inside them was telling them: At the slightest mistake, even one of the newcomers could wipe them all off the face of the earth.
The community led by Wind of Death of course didn't have such an aim, but the air they radiated as a result of traces of so many wars and hellish trainings they went through was becoming deadly involuntarily.
"Father, I saw you magnificent!"
Severo was surprised at the speed of the five-million force; how would he feel if he knew they were observed during all time since the beginning of the war?
"Master!"
When the scrawny figure swinging the sleeve ends of his pitch-black robe came quickly and bowed in front of Nafız, a hand grabbed him tightly by the shoulder; the female orc had cut this person's movement halfway.
"No need for formalities Bookworm, the happiness of seeing you again is more than enough for me!"
The duo being together during the long seclusion had fallen apart for a while; protocols brought by the relationship between them were the subject of another time.
"Did you hear too, that weird person called the female orc master!"
"Speak slowly, I am surprised too! Blood God Nafız, I wonder what she did to receive this name?"
Although druids who were members of the thousand-person army knew very well who she was, what happened was becoming a big surprise for those who never went out of the settlement.
"Okay, what is the relation of the type behind you with you; since he wears your old clothes, you must be close!"
Just a step behind Bookworm, there was someone who decorated simple purple war clothes with golden stripes; although there were a few humans inside the group consisting mostly of orcs, this person didn't seem likely to lose the title of being most remarkable to anyone.
"Eftelya and my child; he also wanted to come to receive his name!"
If there were a few people not turning their eyes to him, right now they also gave all their attention to the weak-looking, medium-height orc; the person with interesting facial features reminded of a human a little too much.
"He took his appearance from his mother; as the first half-orc born after centuries, you are considered quite lucky brat!"
Seeing Bookworm's son, Nafız had returned to the drinking table at the place she went while inside the great pyramid; she was understanding much better now what the adventurer leader thinking himself a half-orc meant.
"Wind of Death, Bookworm, Wildwall, Kuyag, Elite Ten, are you ready?"