“Who is calling me by name?”
While the enormous tortoise was sweeping around, she finished his search when she saw the big male orc. Having placed a big smile on his face, this Orc was able to stop the war with one word.
“My name is Alyon. I am the successor of the person who met you a hundred years ago.”
The turtle with large pupils spoke for a while after examining the orc chief.
“It’s not you. Where is the fearless warrior who is my hero?”
“My master Alyon was killed in a treacherous ambush. As I said, I am his successor who inherited his legacy. I came here to remind you to keep your promise. “
The turtle queen, who learned that her hero was dead, hit the ground and shouted.
“Liar! He cannot die! My children, tear apart these liars who have entered our cave. “
The turtle’s herd, attacked by the words of their queen, began to retreat into their shells the next moment. Seeing the state of her children, who lost their will to fight due to the intense pressure from Chief Alyon, Dilber shouted excitedly.
“This is his genealogical talent. This is the strength of my hero!”
As Dilber cried out, screaming, tears ran down her eyes. The death of Alyon, who saved her from wild creatures when she was still a tiny turtle, was like burning in her heart.
Returning to Alyon after crying for a long time, Dilber said, “I want to hear everything that happened in all details.”
Speaking of their meeting with Mora and how they were killed, the other Orcs waited quietly somewhere in the distance.
When Dilber and Alyon returned, Nafız was the target of the female turtle’s angry gaze. Ignoring the pressure spread by two pairs of big eyes standing on her with the intention of killing, Nafız started to speak.
“Are you over to remember the old days? Get your ass up. We’re in a hurry.”
As an electric arc formed between the eyes of the two women, Alyon called into Dilber’s ears like poetry in her sweet voice.
“I am again grateful to the master Ms. Dilber for having the opportunity to meet a lovely lady like you. Meeting such a charming young girl instead of the little child in my memories was the biggest surprise I have had in my short life. “
Alyon in the past brought Dilber, whom he had rescued from wild creatures, to the entrance of the prize dungeon with him. As a result of an anomaly, the little turtle managed to reach a colossal size. The existence of the dungeons in this world was kept a secret, and their effects remained unknown.
Dilber, whose cheeks were flushed in the face of the words she heard, retreated from the tunnels after staring at Alyon with her eye-catching eye.
Sangre will enter the tunnel alone. You two will be with Nafız and me. “
When Alyon gave his instructions, Sangre alone walked towards one of the tunnels. The Orc, who came in second in the competition, began to approach Alyon without notice.
“Second, come here! You will enter the tunnel with me! “
Nafız was grinning as she called the orc who wanted to be cunning.
“My name is Y ..”
“Shut up, insect! You will forget everything that happened until this time! If you can get the grace of the ancestors, you will be born again and take your name. “
When Nafız interrupted and reprimanded the second, the third timidly asked chef Alyon, “Well, if we fail, what will happen, Chief?
“You will die!”
Dilber stared at Alyon’s broad back with admiring eyes as Alyon and Nafız entered the tunnels.
When the Orc warriors entered the dungeon, a metallic sound rang out in their ears.
“Welcome to the prize dungeon, adventurers!”
Nafız started snickering when she heard the voice. While she was going through her saying, I wonder if anyone knows what this s*** is, other than me, a hundred goblins appeared next to them.
The metallic voice spoke again as the goblins, armed with shields and spears, looked at them with dull eyes.
“Goblin warriors are created to fulfill your every command. If you pass the trials using them, the system will give you a nice gift.”
With the cessation of the sound, the environment changed, and the Orcs found themselves in a small tribe. The dungeon conquerors, trying to understand where this place, which has several tents, was open on all sides, were noticed by the distant voices.
The voices approached, and they breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that these were unconscious wild creatures the size of an average pig. All three conquerors of dungeons confidently shouted before these creatures were coming into combat range.
“Pull the shields, create a circular wall.”
When the Nikonian army surrounded their tribes, all three Orcs were warriors in the defensive troops. They knew that the surest way to prevent the foolish creatures was the tactic they used that day.
After the wave after wave attacks, the environment was filled with the corpses of creatures. The metallic voice spoke once again, while the Orcs, who managed to defend without casualties with the simple tactic they applied, were happy.
“Congratulations! The first attempt is over. The second will begin after a thousand breaths.”
As the Orcs from the long war gasped, Nafız opened up one of the carcasses lying on the ground. When she opened the inside of a few more creatures, she was utterly sure that they had no monster essence in them.
The environment was changing, and a flock of wild creatures appeared before them. At the end of a thousand breaths, the creatures were arranged in a spiral form from outside to inside and took a defensive position where they were.
The roles would change in the second round. Orcs, who entered the experiment, were required to destroy wild creatures with a hundred-man troop.
Ten goblins of Alyon’s team and fifteen goblins of Nafız’s team were dead when the attack trial, using various tactics, was over. When the metallic sound warned of the third attempt, the Orcs, who found themselves in a fenced area under attack by half-conscious creatures, understood the logic of the dungeon.
Against increasingly powerful enemies, they had to defend and attack respectively with the goblins under their command. As the stages progressed, Alyon began to help the orc next to her, while Nafız was not spoiling her hoard unless there was a life-or-death situation.
By the time ten laps passed and announced the final stage, Alyon’s team had about thirty goblins, while there were ten flawed goblins on the Nafız front.
The final stage was set up to capture a goblin cave. The Goblin King, who owned the cave, would be killed, and the Orcs would receive their promised gifts under the name of their ancestors’ grace.
The team of the third orc was moving cautiously through the cave, cutting through the goblins in an organized manner. Alyon was guiding the third Orc on a solid defensive basis, as the orc beside him gave him the authority to command him as well.
On the other hand, Nafız had given the command authority to the second orc, but she left the group and committed the massacre alone. After killing a goblin at the entrance to the cave, she was brutally dying and plundering corpses when she saw that it contained the half-conscious monster essence inside.
When the two teams reached the end of the cave with different tactics, they saw the gigantic Goblin King, with his belly hanging down to his knee, carrying a giant stick in his hand. While the King of the cave awaited the intruders, he was experiencing an explosion of anger due to the murder of his soldiers.
After the third orc told Chief Alyon to tank the King, he slowly finished his work. Unlike this team that consistently took the life of the King, the second Orc was only able to keep on the run until Nafız arrived.
With the help of his luck, the Orc, who managed to fend off the attacks until the last goblin died, took a sigh of relief when Nafız came to the place where the war was going on. Seeing the Goblin King, the conscious creature, Nafız took a deep breath and attacked, and at the same time, the second Orc fainted in the corner from exhaustion.
Nafız, who cut the tendons of the King with the blood daggers out from his wristbands, collapsed the creature on his knees. The Goblin King, who felt that the female orc was rushing towards his head as he jumped on his back, slashing him with his daggers, swung the stick in his hand violently.
Nafız, who was on the top of the goblin before the stick reached her, inserted her dagger into her enemy’s skull and felt that her weapon did not get the creature’s brain due to its size. Nafız rolled over and jumped twenty feet before the Goblin King, screaming in pain, struck him on his head with his hand.
A Blood-red arrow, a foot and a half long emerged from nowhere as she stretched her bow to the stumbling creature. The arrow, which came out of the bow like lightning and pierced the King’s brain, consisted of the creature’s blood. The voice of the King, who died in a sad scream with the last blow he took, would cause the orc, who had fainted, to wake up.
As Nafız began to pillage the body of the Goblin King lying on the ground, she appeared before a chest with ancient carvings. Nafız, who entered the prize dungeon for the first time, cautiously approached the chest but was startled by a cry of joy that followed. The Orc, who had opened his chest, was laughing, looking at the leather armor in his hand.
Nafız, watching the scene in front of her with empty eyes, turned her back and stretched her hand to the cover to open her chest. A few breaths later, when she saw the jet-black daggers embroidered with her name in Latin letters, she would begin to work out more or less the reward mechanics.
The system should have given gifts according to the behavior of the dungeon conqueror in the last stage. Nafız, who usually looked at the armor of the second orc, who kept alive by escaping, thought maybe I should have remained a little passive, too.
Although the gift he received was not as good as the bracelets made by Mora’s father, it was a weapon far above the standards. While she was in danger of revealing her identity every time she used the weapons on the wristband, this trouble would be history with the modest prize daggers.
The Orc, wearing his armor, jumping excitedly to the right arm, was startled by a blow to his waist and saw Nafız standing behind him. Seeing that an attack she made with her new daggers did not penetrate leather armor, Nafız was a bit depressed, but she could not do anything.
While the Second was astonished to see that he did not even have scratches on his armor, Nafız’s words would leave his enthusiasm on his crop.
“If I hear from someone else what just happened, I will drill many vents in your new armor.”
Shaking his head while swallowing, the second orc was in a state of panic, and their environment changed again, and they returned to the tunnel they had entered. Alyon’s sullen face awaited them when the team came to the clearing where Dilber had farewelled them and examined the surroundings.
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A person who cannot be angry is a fool, and he who is not mad is wise.
English Proverb
