The Red Bear, who learned that his mines had been raided, turned mad with anger. Two of the ten mines he was responsible for operating were no longer inoperable. Deciding on an emergency war meeting, the Chief ordered that the number of guards in the remaining mines is tripled.

Soon the chiefs of the supplies section, the hunter section, and the warrior section were ready to wait for the Red Bear's orders inside the tent.

"Strong Pickaxe, how about our miner losses? Will we be able to make the next delivery? "

Strong Pickaxe, Chief of the supplies department, had already finished his calculations before the meeting.

"Chief, the mines that were raided were the ones where we bought the most products. We will need a large amount of orc power to prepare them for the upcoming delivery and to work extra on other mines to complete the missing product."

This time, the Red Bear turned to the Chief of the hunters and said, "I hope the messenger we sent to the idiot who called himself Ayıboğan brought good news."

"Sir, when the messenger arrived at the tribe, he encountered the remnants of war. We suppose that the tribe was slaughtered by Nikonian soldiers; due to the presence of many soldiers in purple armor lying dead on the ground."

The Shadow Wolf, the Chief of the hunters, grimaced while telling the news that came to him, and he clenched his fists until the sound of bones came.

"So they have been planning this attack for a long time. Before attacking us, it's obvious that they want to destroy the places where we can get support, Chief!"

Standing up from his seat, Butcher Haydo yelled as his hands grasped the hilt of his two small axes. The warrior chief, known for his immediate anger and brutal methods, spread the fire around him after their attack.

"It is enough to give the necessary order to attack Nikonia and to destroy their fortresses on their heads. You can be sure that my valiant warriors and I will not leave even a human alive."

Receiving the opinions of the department chiefs, the Red Bear made his decision after a short thought.

"Powerful Pickaxe, determine the minimum number of people required and recruit staff from the hunter division. Shadow Wolf allocates the most skilled hunters for the tribe's food needs and sends the rest to the supplies department to work in the mines."

While giving orders to the two-division chiefs was an easy task for the Red Bear, he did not know how to deal with Kasap Haydo's appetite for war, so he ordered the other Orcs in the tent to go out.

"Chief, don't tell me we're not going to fight these filthy humans."

Seeing that the subordinate was getting out of control, the Chief cried in anger.

"Take it easy, Kasap Haydo. Our priority is to deliver the mines we mine to the Main Tribe completely. Ensure the safety of the mines and our tribe by taking your warriors with you.

You get out now! "

Kasaphaydo, who was even more angered by the attitude of the Chief after the attack, went out saying, "If you make a member of supplies as a tribal chief, of course, he will not think of anything other than shipping."

Butcher Haydo was a rising star among the warriors in the Main Tribe a century ago; after the change of Chief, he was sent to this side tribe as a warrior chief. This might seem like a promotion for a warrior, but the fact that the Chief of the Main Tribe's Supplies Division took the name of the Red Bear and became its Chief had devastated Butcher Haydo for years.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the distance, Miloş was about to faint from exhaustion. When he saw the two in front of him continue without slowing down, he shouted with his last energy.

"Wait for me! Let's rest a little; I can't stand it anymore!"

Completing his words, as Miloş collapsed face down, Nafız grinned and said, "He stood more than I thought. He was a solid man."

"We won't lose anything with a bit of rest! If we travel through the night, we will reach the new place of the tribe with the first lights of the morning. "

When they came to the human warrior lying on the ground, Nafız and Alyon sat cross-legged to eat their meal. Alyon, who suddenly returned to Nafız while eating, asked herself a question for which he had been wondering the answer for a long time.

"Really, why are we taking this guy with us? You said you would tell me when everything is over, right? "

Nafız, who swallowed the bite after chewing a little more, started to speak in less than two seconds.

"When we go, there will be no one left to train the warriors in the tribe. Also, Sangre needs a formidable opponent to defeat. "

Miloş was an experienced mercenary. If he used his experience to train the warriors in the tribe, the quality of the Orc warriors could be maximized. Looking at Nafız, who made a logical decision, Alyon said, "I'll make a few arrangements when we return. I think it's time to go on our second dungeon trip."

Nafız's eyes shone at the words she heard, and enthusiasm caught fire in her heart. In the World of Six Civilizations, dungeons were places that few people knew about. Out of reach of the ordinary people, this information was kept secret even in high-level societies.

In this world consisting of six continents, there were a total of thirty dungeons, and only six of them were called heritage dungeons. Apart from these high-grade dungeons where the selves of the legendary personalities of the continent are kept, there were twenty-four regular dungeons. Normal dungeons contained equipment, techniques, and mysterious yet unknown objects.

Although Nafız's silence noticed Alyon and Miloş on the way back to the tribe, they left her alone to avoid trouble. When the two men were chatting, they could not imagine Nafız thinking about the years she spent in the world before she died.

"Even though it may seem like I had much more opportunities when I was living in a tribe called society, what difference was I from these Orcs. Because of the rules and obligations that surround me, my whole life has been spent working for the welfare of others, like a supply department orc. "

Nafız, who started to speak her passions aloud, began to worry her travel friends more and more. In the old days, Nafız drank two glasses of raki and extinguished the fire; but he had not yet come across an alcoholic beverage in this world.

After walking all night, the group reached the entrance of a narrow gorge hidden in the mountains at dawn. As they entered the passage, a voice echoed in the rift.

"Introduce yourself immediately!"

Alyon smiled with delight at the voice. He took off the hoodie from his head and introduced himself.

"I am Chief Alyon. Those with me are the warriors of our tribe!"

"Tell me the password!"

Nafız was grinning a filthy grin as Alyon was surprised by the question he heard.

"The famous tribal Chief does not know the password of the secret pass; how to live with such shame?

The big orc's face turned red as a result of Nafız's words. When Alyon orc's pride was hurt, he began to pace forward when an arrow hit his armor and sparked the dark passage.

"I'll never warn again, password!"

She could not see the shooter, but she understood that it was Sangre, the blood warrior she had created. Knowing that Sangre would use special arrows if Alyon took one more step, Nafız would not continue her joke.

"Password Bailiff! Congratulations, you are doing your job very well, but now go back to your patrol without hurting yourself! "

When the Nafız finished her words, the narrow passage was swayed by the sound of the Orcs.

"As you wish, Chef!"

After her warriors greeted her magnificently, Nafız puffed up her armpits and started walking like a crab in front of the group.

When she reached the end of the pass, Nafız could not believe her eyes. The world outside of the rocky area was barren and wild, and the landscape in front of it consisted of lush green lawns, trees, and streams.

Sangre bowed respectfully, coming to greet the group that marched toward the distant orc tents.

"My chefs, welcome to our new home!"

Sangre was glancing at Alyon as he saluted. When he turned to him to apologize, the big orc tapped on his shoulder and spoke.

"You are doing your job well. Don't miss the meeting in the chief's tent when the sun goes down."

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Those who are masters of combat do not get angry; those who are masters of winning are not afraid; the wise win without fighting, the ignorant fight to win.

Sun Tzu