The Hammer Tooth could barely stand up after the massive blow he received, but his action immediately afterward aroused amazement in the crowd. The young man was taking off his armor that could be considered a treasure on the Orc Steppes.

Soon he was left with nothing but leather trousers, and he calmly reached for his swayed hammer. The young commander let out a blood-curdling battle cry and started to blush rapidly. Upon closer inspection, smoke was seen rising from his body.

"My daughter, keep your guard up! Your opponent will attack!"

Despite her father's warning, Yarmagul continued to glare at her seriously injured opponent contemptuously. This complacency would not go away in a sentence. She didn't realize the gravity of the situation until she saw Hammer Tooth five paces ahead of her.

Shooting like an arrow, the young commander made a big swing, relying on the reach of his weapon, regardless of the distance. This time, unable to escape, the female orc's face changed shape as she blocked it with her ax.

The violence in the shot had nothing to do with what was before; she had to take a step back. The hammer did not stop but continued his attack as if he had not broken his ribs.

Yarmagul's expression was getting uglier moment by moment. Her opponent, whose moves she had easily overcome, was gone, replaced by a monster. The blows she received were not as refined as her technique, but it seemed to have no end. Taking a step, two steps back, she was forced to stay entirely on the defensive.

The warriors of the Glacial Orc Tribe were well aware of what was going on, and that's why they looked dejected despite being the superior hand in battle. Another person in the enemy shared the same feelings as them. Alyon knew about the young man's condition because of the memories of his master.

Hammer Tooth was using his lineage ability; he would attack nonstop until he killed his opponent. Warrior's Rage could increase its wearer's strength and speed up to ten times, but the price to pay was high. When the dizzy person got into this situation, he would aim to kill his enemy at the cost of killing himself.

The speed of his attacks increased gradually, the force of the blowing wind cutting the female orc's body. The slightest mistake was sure to take a fatal blow.

"Enough, you started to think of yourself as something!"

The two warriors' weapons clashed once again. As the Hammer Tooth took a deep breath, Yarmagul, who was thrown back and fell to the ground, cried out in anger. Before anyone could understand what was happening, the enemies standing close to her began to fall to the ground one by one.

"Since the situation has come here, I don't need to hold back!"

Alyon's daughter also activated her bloodline power, her eyes not showing the slightest fear as she walked towards her opponent. Fighting with full strength, she would win a glorious victory or leave a name to remember.

Things got even more interesting when the two orcs started clashing their weapons again. Even if they were not aware of it, they were the parties of a centuries-old struggle. The two bloodline forces had faced each other perhaps thousands of times before.

One was fire, and one was water. In the face of the raging beast, a great plane tree with its branches seizes everything. The chief embraces all the orcs with his arms, and the war chief terrorizes the enemies. What they're going to do are two lineages that are evident at the time of their birth.

The two of them clashed their weapons again, and indeed, everyone witnessed the Hammer Tooth's strength drop noticeably. Not only the intensity of the blow but also its speed decreased dramatically.

"Alyon has improved your girl talent a lot, but what are you going to do now? Fifty thousand orcs witnessed this?

An unaccounted condition has occurred. As can be seen from the bewilderment in his eyes, many of the enemy armies had figured out what was going on. The orcs' eyes, who were over a hundred years old, almost popped out of their sockets, knowing that they were witnesses to a legendary struggle.

After the war went on like this for a while, Hammer Tooth came to his senses. It was his second time in this situation in his life, and after the first, he couldn't even count the number of corpses around him. Again, such a sight was waiting for the young man, but this time the giant ax of his enemy greeted him.

Although he couldn't believe what he saw, he was in the middle of a fight. He quickly took a few steps back and checked his situation out of the corner of his eye. The smoke coming out of his body was visible to everyone, his broken ribs pierced his skin, and the blood flowing from his wounds spilled out with every movement.

"So you suppressed my bloodline power; only one person should have been able to do it!"

Yarmagul violently slammed the handle of her weapon on the ground before answering her opponent's call.

"A talking corpse, how attractive! Or should I say, a delicate sapling growing in its father's shadow?

Hammer Tooth, who would have gone mad at what he heard at a regular time, contented himself with a small smile. His condition was truly dire; he felt that the essence of life had left his body.

"Sir, that's enough! We are all ready to surrender; please do not fight anymore!"

The commanders in their warriors couldn't help themselves against this scene. Without exception, an entire army respected and loved its young commanders and did not want him to lose his life.

"Shut up! We are all going to die, but how many of you will be lucky enough to die at the hands of such a magnificent woman? Do you want to steal this privilege from me, unwary ones?"

Grasping the war hammer after the words that came out of his mouth, the young commander took a deep breath and started walking towards his opponent. His warriors all bowed their heads; what could they say in front of what they heard?

"What an excellent speech you started to like this. Don't worry; I will grant your wish!

Yarmagul was smug as always, but this time the words seemed different. Nafız was the first to understand, even taking two steps forward to watch how the fight would unfold.

Since the duel started, the audience was stunned twice; nothing would change in the third act, the struggle continued to break the ground. The battle took a strange turn after the two spoke for the last time.

They tried to strike each other deadly blows and narrowly escaped death, but the image gave the audience a completely different feeling. Even the way the male and female orc looked at each other changed; they were not enemies, but like lovers wooing each other. It was as if they were not dueling to the death but dancing with passion. The tale came to an end as the tens of thousands of assembled orcs watched in fascination.

When Yarmagul made a sharp swing from the bottom up, the young commander's weapon, blocking with the hammer's body, flew out of his hands. Then the Hammer Tooth fell on his knees and awaited his fate. Their warriors wanted to shout as loud as they could, but they could not damage the honor of their dying commanders.

The silent screams from his gaze slammed into the female orc's body; while she calmly walked towards her subdued opponent.

"Raise your head!"

Yarmagul ordered him to raise his bowed head to be slaughtered, the young man staring at the female orc without saying anything.

"In your life, everything has been as you wanted. You think you can even order your death. I can't get my hands dirty with a spoiled kid like you. I want you to memorize the face of the person who brought you to your knees!"

Yarmagul, who turned and walked when she finished her words, left behind a man watching him with admiration.

"How could I forget?"

After muttering half-heartedly, the Hammer Tooth couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to the ground. He was experiencing the firsts in his life today; defeat, death, and love.

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Ah! I've read this much, heard so many stories or epics, the path of love never goes straight.

William Shakespeare