"I will show you how an orc team fights!"
These words weren't coming from just anyone's mouth; they were the words of someone who, along with the four people she referred to as an orc team, had recently become a legend for the Orc Community. The Blood God was going to teach them a lesson, even the orc who had returned from the brink of death stood up.
"Soulstealer, let's see you send out a few good pieces from your collection!"
There were only five people inside the trap, and they were under protection. In this situation where you couldn't ask someone you liked to play the role of the enemy, there was no harm in bringing old enemies back to the surface.
"Is there anyone in particular you want?"
When the leader of the Elite Ten came out with a question that astonished those watching her slowly rising totem, Nafız couldn't hold back either.
"Send out the ten strongest enemies you killed during the Two-Year Wars!"
From a period when Nafız, Alyon, and Bookworm weren't around, perhaps the hardest two years of the Orc Empire, visitors shot out one by one from the glowing surface of the totem. The energies, which began to embody after reaching the ground in the form of light, attained appearances the others could recognize in less than five breaths.
Unlike wild beast spirits, these individuals possessed high energy, and even inside the totem they were imprisoned in after their deaths, they hadn't lost their bodily memories. Of course, Soulstealer had total control, but Nafız was coming with another interesting request.
"Order them to attack us as if they are attacking the greatest enemy in their lives, and give them back their free will!"
It was as if Nafız was saying, since we started a job, let's do it right. She didn't need enemies turned into mere puppets; she wanted opponents who would truly do justice to Hueso's trap. Soulstealer responded to the request by slowly bowing her head, and right after raising her right hand gracefully, she abruptly brought it down.
The eyes of the ten people inside the trap, covered in a cloud of gray mist, started to change at that moment. Exactly how they looked before their final breaths left their bodies, that was how they were looking at the five orcs inside the Blood Dome, and one of them screamed a name that wasn't too unfamiliar.
"Wind of Death!"
He was hunched over, showing his teeth and claws like wild beasts about to attack their enemy.
"Who is this, girl?"
When Nafız's question ended, the enemy practically plastered himself against the Blood Dome. Spewing saliva, he was bringing his claws down, and two words coming out of his foaming mouth reached their ears.
"Some Mercenary who calls himself Mad Dog!"
"Rabid Dog would have been more fitting, but it's better than nothing. What kind of skills does this pooch have?"
Wind of Death took a few steps and took a good look at the face of the man behind the blood-red shield. There was only a paper-thin energy barrier between them, and the person on the outside was going rabid to tear the one on the inside to shreds.
"There wasn't anything too special about him, but thanks to the equipment he wore on his hands and feet, he possessed an agility that danced on the edge of being visible to the eye. While on the move, he used the entire battlefield; to reach his target, without caring if they were friend or foe, sometimes he killed them, sometimes he used them as shields, and sometimes he advanced by stepping on them."
When Nafız came within a step of the two sworn enemies, she fully understood the effect Sheikh of the Holy Bone Sect Hueso had mentioned. Rabid Dog was attacking with such fervor, with such malice, that she felt compelled to run a little test.
She slammed her fist onto the surface of the Blood Dome, and at the same time, a blood-red fist exploded right in Rabid Dog's mouth. The man, sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, was buried into the dirty gray surface of the hollow, but then, as if nothing happened, he popped up right under Wind of Death's nose in a matter of seconds.
"Very good, I can't even imagine a better situation than this. Now, how about you introduce the others?"
When the Blood God turned her head, she saw four more people who had taken their places next to Rabid Dog, and the same words were spilling from all of their mouths.
"Wind of Death!"
The Commander-in-Chief of the Orc Empire was the greatest enemy, the person they wanted to kill, for five out of the ten people who shot out of the totem. When the female orc, dazzling with her grandeur, took her axe in hand, they went completely off the rails; if it weren't for the shield Nafız formed standing in front of them, she might have been torn to pieces long ago.
"I can tell you the features of these five, but it would be better if the ones who killed the others tell you about them!"
Without looking at the woman thrashing against the other side of the Blood Dome, Wind of Death turned to the four people standing motionless and spoke. There was no change in the tone of her voice, but the implication when she said "it would be better" didn't escape Nafız's notice.
After casting a sidelong glance at the woman attacking the Blood Dome, the sly grin that was a regular on her face appeared for a moment and vanished just as fast. First, she had to deal with the four people waiting motionlessly; the addressee of the question she sought an answer to could be none other than Soulstealer.
"What's their problem?"
"They don't have a problem, it's just that we are their greatest enemy, and I guess because of your technique, they can't see us on your face!"
Nafız brought her hand to her chin. Even though they could recognize Wind of Death and Hammerstriker behind the Blood Dome, they couldn't pick Alyon, Bookworm, or her as targets.
"Doesn't matter. Give the order, have them attack with all their might as if the ones behind the Blood Dome were you guys! Tell them to use their techniques, skills, and equipment!"
While Nafız asked Alyon's daughter for intel on the enemy, by asking the Elite Ten to solely make them attack, she was sending an important message. She could get information from the trapped group members, but she couldn't get outside help; it was as if she wanted to exactly recreate the trap the ten orcs who graduated from the Military Academy fell into.
As always, Soulstealer executed the order instantly and flawlessly. The four people who stood as lifeless as scarecrows just a moment ago had now taken their places at the foot of the Blood Dome. Spinning around, Nafız could see the energy attacks, physical blows, and spiritual strikes coming from all four sides, and this situation was more than enough to ignite the spark of the massacre fire inside her, but Wind of Death had started finishing the job she left half-done.
"You've learned about Mad Dog, next is Indestructible Wall. As you can tell from his body, he has high durability and truly powerful attacks, but his speed is only that of a normal human.
The guy holding the staff with the blue stone is Sapphire Fang, he commands the ice element, and his main skill is restriction. I have to admit, he was the person I struggled to kill the most."
Wind of Death, who used a combat skill based on speed and acceleration, had managed to kill him despite facing someone who was her natural enemy. Everyone knew how difficult this was, and their Commander-in-Chief had overcome this tough situation back when she wasn't nearly as strong as she was now.
"That skinny guy looking like a tree branch is Crazy Ivan, he has the skill to set ambushes and hide in the shadows. Plus, he can throw the daggers he hides in various parts of his body at the most unexpected times.
Lastly, my turn ends with Fiery Arrow; an archer, a resident of the Hell Realm, and probably a member of the Holy Fire Sect. The destructive power of his arrows can reach mind-boggling levels, strong enough to single-handedly destroy dozens of mechanical vehicles."
When Wind of Death finished her words, she turned to the side where her husband was; her gaze was on the half-naked woman licking the Blood Dome.
"Hammerstriker, who formed close relations with her, can handle the job of introducing that whore over there for you. As someone who has tasted her skills, I'm sure he is competent enough to do it!"
When the mountain-like orc warrior got all teenage angsty, Nafız started laughing, but no one else dared to do so. Especially Hammerstriker, who was in the range of his wife's piercing gaze, was busy just trying to explain himself.
"I've told you over and over, my love; it wasn't what it looked like, I was trapped in a deadly trap just like her other victims!"
Wind of Death turning her face made it clear she wasn't buying these words, but Nafız, watching them from a step behind, was dying to know what had gone down.
"Spill it, son-in-law, what went down between you and this fiery babe leaving the Blood Dome covered in tongue strokes?"