As she said, she waited for orders without moving a single millimeter from her spot, but what she heard was nothing other than moans of pleasure. When she didn't get what she wanted despite dozens of seconds passing, she cast a furtive glance at the bed surrounded by tulle and saw three shadows moving back and forth on top of each other.
Suddenly, her gaze returned to the khaki green floor of the tent, and a large glob of spit slowly slid down and settled in her throat. Two more minutes passed like this, and finally, with roars accompanying a shrill scream, the activity inside the bed came to an end.
"Let the armies continue to attack, there is no need to make a change in the plan!"
While the snow-white skin of the woman getting out of bed completely naked gleamed under the dim light, the guard couldn't raise his head to take a single look at this beauty.
"Yes, General Alina!"
The face of the man walking backward out of the tent without turning around was covered in beads of sweat, just like the two men waiting for the woman with long black hair inside the bed. As soon as the news arrived, it returned from hand to hand and reached the assistant of Nikolay, the man who was the commander of the front line, wearing battle armor with fur on the shoulders.
"There is no need for a change in the attack plan!"
Not believing what his assistant said, the commander took the piece of paper from his hand, read it himself once, and a second later crumpled it up and threw it aside.
"Has this woman lost her mind? Even though I told her new weapons appeared, she orders us to attack in the exact same way."
Nikolay was nearly two meters tall, had shoulders that protected his neck almost like a shield, and a waist thicker than a normal person could wrap their arms around. When he took a step, the ground he stepped on trembled; those who came his way while he was walking instinctively stepped aside.
"What do we do, sir?"
His assistant knew the order that came, but he needed to hear from his commander what Nikolay would tell his troops.
"What can we do? We have to obey whatever the orders say!"
The army order in the Mercenaries was completely unrelated to the armies of the Orc Empire. The orcs had arranged the hierarchy according to the decimal system and focused on leadership abilities rather than strength. The Mercenaries, on the other hand, could use the rank preceding their names not only while in the army but also in normal times, because these titles expressed their power.
Nikolay was a commander, and because he possessed power over normal soldiers, he had been assigned to such a duty, but Alina was a General, and his superior in both power and rank. It was impossible for him to object to the order that came; there had been times when this happened, and the situation ended with those who didn't obey the order being killed by those who gave it.
The frontline commander had to settle for merely watching the attack made on the Balsici Family's castle, but the orcs on top of the walls, having completed their final preparations, were thinking entirely different things.
"Master, let's do as we discussed. Michelangelo, you will be in command of the weapons you produced; don't forget to direct them in accordance with our plan!"
When the young man raised his matte black arm that trapped the sunlight into the air and gave the "get ready" order to the soldiers manning the weapons with circular barrels, it was the main actors' turn in the show.
"Only you will fight today. It's still too early for one of the three of us to descend to the battlefield. We're sorry we can't be by your side, but I have full faith that you will show the power of the orcs to these pests.
Attack, my braves!"
The moment Bookworm slapped the back of the person who was the leader of the ten orcs, he gave the attack order, and the green-skinned warriors dropped themselves down from the walls. The orcs, who started running toward the ground by stepping on the stone blocks, had one end of the ropes attached to the hooks on their armor on top of the walls.
They were able to safely descend halfway down like this, but the moment they felt confident, they preferred to throw off their hooks and drop to the ground like a cannonball.
They were orcs graduated from the Orc Military Academy, and it was impossible to compare the physical endurance of normal humans with them. A huge dust cloud rose from the bottom of the wall where all the filth of the war gathered; the move the orcs made wasn't just for show, but also to conceal their presence by creating a smokescreen.
"Master, on the front line, three units are in a state separated from the others. What I want from you is to first completely isolate these three units from the others and leave the left section alone!"
The front lines of the army besieging the Balsici Castle constituted one-third of the total soldiers. While a force of about three thousand people attacked, three thousand people rested, and the other three thousand people were busy doing the work that would ensure the continuation of the siege.
The three thousand people on the front line were also forming a three-layered siege line by dividing into three and then into three again among themselves. The line where the frontline commander's tent and loyal soldiers were was at the very back, the line with the more experienced soldiers was in the middle, and those who could be called rookies stood in the part closest to the walls.
Forming groups of three on the right, left, and center, these deployed soldiers had of course seen the dust cloud rising at the bottom of the wall. The orders given to them were clear; they would kill whoever they saw on the front other than their own friends, and the current situation was telling them to do exactly this.
They started running by raising their shields; the gap between them and the soldiers on the middle line was widening, but those behind them didn't move forward to close the distance.
"Master, let's cut off their connection now!"
When Bookworm spoke, fire and ice began to spew from the muzzles of the weapons with circular barrels. Michelangelo, along with the warriors under his command, was cutting off the connection between those attacking the ten orcs and the soldiers behind them.
Seeing the wall of fire rising meters high, the middle line, let alone moving forward, ran dozens of paces back. When the enemies who had been solely defending for so long attacked for the first time, they were left like deer in the headlights, but Bookworm's plan wasn't this simple.
Attacks made of the ice element were also raining down on the soldiers consisting of about a thousand people and trapped between the wall of fire and the walls. The soldiers on the right, left, and central parts came together and formed a shield wall; there was no other way to protect themselves from the elemental attacks.
This was exactly what the purple-robed orc wanted; the ten orcs drew their weapons and took a battle stance by turning toward the middle group that remained right in front of them. The enemy's forces had been cleanly divided, presented to the orcs graduated from the Orc Military Academy in bite-sized pieces they could swallow.
"Alright boys, as you all understand, all these arrangements were made for us. Actually, it could be said that we are entering another test to see what level our power is at."
After the Leader of the Nameless Ten took his weapon, which was almost as big as Hammerstriker's sword, into his hand, he pointed it at the humans hiding behind their shields and trying to understand what was happening.
"Maybe we haven't experienced the chaotic times of the Orc Steppes like Chief Alyon, our names aren't spoken on every continent like the Blood God Nafız, we haven't shown the bravery Wind of Death showed during the Two-Year Wars, we aren't as smart as Bookworm, we don't have a lineage power like Hammerstriker, we don't even have our own name like the Elite Ten, but so what, the opportunity for us to take our place right beside them is right in front of us!
Now let's show everyone why the Orc Military Academy sent us and not others. Attack!"