Hammerstriker was an orc warrior at least as imposing as his wife, but right now, shrinking into himself like a squeezed sponge, he looked almost as skinny as Bookworm. Since the question came from the top, he couldn't just not answer, but he was also quite anxious because it would reopen an old wound.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot, answer the question. We don't have all day to wait around for you!"
Relieved after the permission that came mixed with a scolding, Hammerstriker took a deep breath, puffed his chest back out to its original state, and began putting the curious situation into words.
"That crazy bitch is a commander from the Mercenaries; her mission during the Two-Year Wars was to assassinate the command echelon of the Orc Community. Because of her skills, she was dealing us massive damage on the front lines by hunting down our commanders, mostly male orcs, one by one.
Since my one and only, the sole sultan of my heart, my wifey whose face I could never get tired of looking at for my entire life, was in the middle of a major struggle, I had to take on the mission of silencing this weapon of the enemy.
What I didn't know was that she had targeted me as well. One night when I was on the front lines, our headquarters was attacked; a unit made up of the joint forces of the four civilizations was attacking relentlessly. The place I commanded was like a fortress tough to tear down, but even though the enemy knew they would suffer an extraordinary number of casualties, they kept charging non-stop.
When I returned to my command tent to call for reinforcements, a scent made my head spin; I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, my wife was standing before me. Suddenly my sexual desire spiked, it was like I wasn't myself, and, well, we started doing the deed you all know.
At first, everything seemed normal, but after some time passed, I felt something was off. I was getting weaker by the minute; nothing like this had ever happened before, I was so embarrassed that I activated my lineage power.
I was back to my old self, my strength and vigor had returned, but this situation was short-lived. Realizing I was starting to weaken and fall short again, I upped the dose of my lineage power. I don't know what was going through my mind at that moment; shame, anger, maybe I thought my partner could protect herself using her lineage power, but there was one thing I was sure of, I wasn't in my right mind.
Just as I was on the verge of going berserk under the influence of my lineage power, I woke up from a dream that felt like a lifetime with a scream that exploded right by my ear. My wife was nowhere to be found, the warriors drawn by the sound had flooded into the tent, and sitting on my lap was this woman, her body riddled with holes."
Nafız wanted to laugh, but she couldn't do that to Wind of Death. She held it in, held it in, enduring until she was finally ready to burst, but to no avail; after a point, whatever she had bottled up inside started spilling out.
"Laugh, go ahead and laugh! You can only laugh at this kind of bullshit anyway!"
"Honey, this is really what happened! Why won't you believe me?"
With the comfort of being inside the Blood Dome, Hammerstriker ran to his wife's side, grabbed her hand, and begged for her forgiveness with a thousand and one apologies. At the same time, Nafız's laughter had ended, and she was examining the woman outside the blood-red curtain.
As told, the woman was a mercenary; there was no sign of energy control or a spiritual attack, but judging by what Hammerstriker said, she must have had a skill related to absorbing the power of others.
"Son-in-law, what's this babe's name?"
Hammerstriker bowed his head again; it was so obvious he didn't want this topic brought up in any way around his wife.
"I'll say it. They called her Yellow Passion, the Angel of Death of the Mercenaries, Yellow Passion!"
Everyone knows she's a Mercenary, but there's a catch here. Anyway, we're bound to find something that reveals the truth of this matter while conquering the continent.
These were Nafız's thoughts; she thought the woman's condition was different from a normal mercenary, but she had no intention of rushing it either.
"Bookworm, have you finished your analysis?"
Among the five people, two had remained silent, and the younger of the father and son made it clear he was ready for the question coming from his master with his answer.
"Yes, I have learned the features of the remaining four people too!"
When Nafız gave her signal by rotating her hand on its own axis, her disciple didn't delay in getting the message.
"That dwarf over there placing things around is named Cowardly Molan. As I know from the Two-Year War records, he is an expert at setting traps. A guy who shies away from fighting, his combat power is practically non-existent, but he has made a name for himself as a top-tier soldier when it comes to setting traps.
The guy staying right to our right, looking more like a wild beast than a human, is named Monster Sasho. He possesses the exact same combat skill as a warrior from the Elite Ten and can transform into four different creatures, capable of using four different elements."
When Nafız turned to the Elite Ten's front, she saw number three's chest puff out. Even though she couldn't see his expression due to the mask covering his face, the orc warrior's body language said he was the one who killed the enemy.
"The woman with four wings of light on her back is the person known as the Four-Winged Angel, who led the troops sent by the Lands of Light to invade the Orc Steppes. She uses the energy of the light element; besides using her high speed while attacking and moving, her healing ability is also extraordinary.
Lastly, a soldier from the secret army of the Empire of Machines kept under wraps, who goes by the nickname Acid King. His skill is chemical mixtures; using the weird weapon he always carries on his back, he is someone highly effective in both defense and offense, and introduces himself as a scientist."
When Bookworm finished his words, both those inside the Blood Dome and those left outside the trap as spectators had mastered the intel on the ten enemies. It was time for the lesson Nafız promised, and everyone was hanging on her every word, but the Blood God pulled a move that threw them all a curveball again.
"Bookworm, you have the conn! On your order, we begin exterminating the enemy!"
Except for those inside the Blood Dome, no one expected her to hand this job over to someone who was her disciple while waiting for her to give the necessary commands for the attack. They were shocked, their jaws dropped, what they wanted to say got stuck in their throats, but the orc warrior who received the assignment wasn't like them.
"The moment we step outside, we will also fall under the effect of the trap; therefore, only one person will move at a time, but before that, my father and I will use our skills!"
Bookworm took off the hood of his purple robe, and a breath later, golden sands flew up and filled the dome. The elegantly built orc warrior was about to launch his attack until the voice of someone he knew very well stopped him.
"Using a power animal is forbidden. Whatever resources the ten orcs who Graduated from the Military Academy had, we will fight with those same resources!"
"Understood, master. I made my plan thinking exactly that."
Bookworm was smart enough to think of this beforehand; he turned to his father waiting for his turn on his left and gave a slight nod. Alyon, who never relinquished the title of being the most massive orc in the room to anyone, knew what his son meant; taking two steps forward, he made the move that kicked off the struggle.
"Chief's Wrath"
As the dark energy shooting out from the black circle appearing under his feet rose to the sky, its effects began to show on the enemy within a few breaths. Thanks to the Blood Dome Nafız developed during her years of seclusion in the Otherworld, since attacks could now be launched from the inside out, the movements of the ten people who died during the Two-Year Wars dramatically slowed down.
"We dropped their attack and movement speeds, now it's time to nail the ones most dangerous to us right where they stand."
The golden dust swirling above Bookworm's head came together and began flowing towards the outside of the Blood Dome, practically like lava erupting from a volcano.