After a few minor details were discussed, the meeting was over, and the orcs slowly started to leave the tent.

"Bookworm, you wait!"

"Yarmagül, you're staying too!"

After Pigtail, Sangre, and Butcher Haydo gave their greetings and left, the two brothers waited with curious eyes for the words that would come out of Nafız's mouth.

"I want you to read all these books, especially the alchemical ones, you have to know by heart. Build your own private space to experiment with the formulas found in book one."

With a wave of her hand, Nafız completed her words as the tent was filled with many books. Yarmagül was looking at her father Alyon with bewildered eyes while trying to understand where all these items came from.

"This is your first mission; now I'm telling you the other two. Listen to me carefully!"

The Bookworm was almost isolated from his environment and began to listen to his master.

"Each month's turn, our spy in the main orc tribe will send regular reports via the mechanical mail swallow. It's your job to analyze them and make the tribe show the necessary reflex. You need to send one of the pills in the bottle to the spy along with the incoming message. Don't delay; we have to use it for a long time."

"I understand, sir!"

The pupil's eyes gleamed as he caught the bottle. This great responsibility gave him pleasure.

"Your last assignment is about a boy living in the city of Nikonia, and this is your most important mission. The scroll tells you how to find it and what to do next. The potion has to be used for the development of the child; there is no question of the contrary!"

If anyone wants to get in the way of my assignments, just tell Sangre. Whoever it is, he will carry out my order to be killed."

After the gesture of her friend, who completed her words by looking at her daughter, Alyon took a deep breath through his nose and said, "Nafız, I thought we were over these issues."

"Are you stuck where I'm looking? You misunderstood, I was going to give Yarmagül a potion, and I came back from it."

When Nafız took out the tawny potion in the large glass bottle, Yarmagül took it from her hand.

"Sir, thank you so much for your kindness. How should I use this medicine?"

The young female orc, whose eyes were shining, could not sit still with excitement.

"Now, honey, you wash your hair twice a day with the potion. They look like leek tassels! Do as I say; they will come to themselves within a month's anniversary!"

While the snickering Bookworm turned his face away, Nafız looked at the face of the orc in front of her and burst out laughing. Knowing that he could not silence the laughing Nafız, Alyon lashed out at his son, Bookworm.

"Are you having too much fun, my dear boy? This is a hilarious situation, isn't it?"

Bookworm, startled by the words of his father, who spoke with fire from his mouth, had to make an effort not to laugh. When she saw that Alyon was a little upset in Nafız, who had stopped laughing, she continued to speak the joke without further ado.

"Yarmagül, you will assume a vital role as Sangre's assistant. You are responsible for the safety of the products coming from the mines to the tribe. The choices you make while building your teams will directly affect your success."

Nafız got up from where she had been sitting for a long time and started walking towards the tent's door.

"Alyon, I'm retreating to my tent. Can you explain the rest of the issues?"

"Of course, we'll be on our way at sunrise; you'd better rest," said the chief, nodding his head, confirming his friend's request.

Until late in the evening, Alyon would tell his children about the prize dungeons on earth; without going into the details of their dungeon. Bookworm and Yarmagül, who asked more questions as they became conscious of the events they experienced, experienced great enlightenment in the face of what they heard.

"These are the secrets of our tribe, boys. You must protect them with your life!"

"Yes, father!"

When the eyes of the two brothers, who had spent their days unconscious until that moment, crossed, they had only one thought in mind.

"When will we be able to enter the next reward dungeon?"

The two sentries talked to each other to disperse the cold air before the sun's rays warmed the steppe after the quiet night.

"Did you see the female orc that came today? What was the size of the weapon in his hand?"

"Idiot, you don't know anything, do you? Do not approach that person; they will lose you in an instant!"

Since the other orc from the core tribe knew Yarmagül's identity, he made fun of his friend.

"You coward, I am a brave and handsome orc. I will try my luck as soon as possible. What do you know, maybe we can start to warm each other on these cold nights!"

"Bamm!"

When the orc, who took off from where he was after speaking, fell to the ground after fifty paces, he continued to somersault. The other sentry picked up his weapon and turned around, and a moment later, was delighted that the fool next to him did not fit his mind.

"Chief Alyon, Nafız, the God of Blood!"

The sentry, bowing to the tribe's two mighty warriors, remained that way until the footsteps stopped, then quickly rushed to the aid of his friend who was lying on the ground.

"Was it necessary for you to strike the boy? He looked like a handsome man!"

Nafız followed a step behind his while Alyon stared at him without saying a word. The two had calculated that they would reach the bridge in half a day if they constantly went and set off without waiting for the morning.

The new target of the duo, who took one of the four regions of the Orc steppes in their palms, was the part of the continent that was suitable for sea transportation. The passage to the section separated by a giant rift extending from the seashore to the Main Tribe was provided by two bridges. One of the bridges was very close to the Main Tribe; the other was on the borders of the tribe ruled by Haydo the Butcher.

"A new challenge awaits us when we cross the bridge. What do you think?"

Alyon spoke as Nafız came near her as she stared at the mist-covered surface from the edge of the gigantic rift.

"It wasn't too difficult for us to take the first area. But this is a place with communication with the outside world; they better push it a little harder!"

While admiring the giant cleft, Alyon, who felt that he was suddenly pushed into the deep space, threw himself back, saw that the hand behind him belonged to Nafız, and shouted in panic.

"What are you doing, Nafız?"

"If I hadn't, you would have fallen, Alyon Chief."

Nafız, who said the last word of the chef, was grinning crunchy, while Alyon, who had not been exposed to such jokes before, was shedding a sweat.

"Nafız, come to your senses. Will you kill me?"

Seeing that the giant orc next to her was afraid like a child, Nafız turned her direction to the bridge and laughed as she walked.

''Hey, you! Where do you think you're going, shorty!"

While Nafız was walking to enter the bridge, she stopped with a strange sound in her ears. She couldn't move forward, even if she wanted to, as the huge orc approaching him blocked her way just a few steps from the bridge.

"It was you who spoke earlier, wasn't it?"

The orc that had blocked the bridge entrance burst out laughing at the question put to him, turning to his friends, who were warming up by the fire a few feet away.

"Look at that butt-legged. She can even talk!"

While the large group of orcs responded and laughed at their friends with the same intensity of laughter, Nafız joined them with a shrill voice.

''Are you crazy! Wait, are you out of your mind with fear?"

Nafız would break her silence as the female orc's laughter with even greater enthusiasm would make the burly orc go stupid.

"When I watched it, I liked it so much that I kept asking myself where that scene could be made in the modern world. What luck, what luck! Look, fortune has come to me!"

When the big orc was disturbed by the movements of the female orc, who was talking and laughing nonstop, and pointed at the weapon she was carrying on her back, Nafız suddenly got severe and shouted.

‘’THIS IS SPARTAAAAAA!’’

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If only we could say die to every person who says I would die for you. Maybe we would have been alone, but at least the mess would have been cleared.

Boris Vian