The medicine General Hair used contained Turquoise ore, and thanks to this feature, its user gained the ability to bind to the soil and draw energy. Of course, this technique wasn't without its weakness; in addition to being able to deal high area damage, the location of this area never changed.
Losing her mobility, General Hair fell victim to the numerical superiority of the orc warriors when she also lost the area of effect of her attacks. Following the first axe blow landing on her legs turning into roots, hundreds of them followed it, and when she closed her eyes to the World of the Six Civilizations, she was separated into so many pieces that even her mother couldn't put her back together.
Only one person was left of the Great Generals, whose number was four when the war started. The Druid Warriors surrounding General Tongue along with Alator's order were looking for an opportunity to take action under the command of the Assistant Leader Siomha.
"Now!"
When the Druid warrior, who made peace with the Dark Element, raised her right hand into the air, the black magic circle on the nape of her neck was exposed due to her cloak whose hood slipped. The first to take action among the Druid Warriors receiving the order were the Fire Element users.
They were four people, and the greatest destructive power within the Elemental Ten emerged when they united. One of them covered the ground General Tongue stepped on with fluid, heavy lavas that melted everything they touched. The Orc Warriors weren't even thinking of attacking; dying while fighting the enemy was one thing, dying by friendly fire was another.
When General Tongue lost the ground to fight on, he began to use the ruins of the destroyed structures in the vicinity. Restraining him wasn't as easy as stopping General Hair. The man, whose body changed completely, had turned into a frog slipping through your hands every time you tried to catch him.
Two of the remaining three Fire users were trying to trap him in a specific area with flames, but doing this was harder than saying it. General Tongue, creating a gas cloud by bursting his warts when cornered, managed to escape by using the flames as a screen.
"Fill everywhere with lava and fall back. We will handle the rest!"
After the Water Element users gave the instruction to two of their friends, they moved to the two opposite ends of the area and started waiting. One had placed his hands on the ground, and the other had raised them into the air.
The two Druid warriors executing the same type of Fire Element attack spread their lavas to every point of the area. No one was attacking with flames; General Tongue was waiting perched on the ruin in order to defend against the upcoming move, but he changed direction the moment he felt the water mass appearing above his head.
The Druid Warrior raising his hands in the air had taken action to hunt him down. Wherever General Tongue went, there was a water mass landing on the ground with a destructive power after him, and this water was so powerful that even the lavas covering the ground were extinguishing and solidifying.
General Eye wasn't a mercenary to miss this detail. Pretending as if he was escaping randomly, he was building a path reaching his enemy. Among the lavas, he created extinguished lava spots at a distance that only someone with his body shape could travel.
It was time to reach out for freedom; if he managed to kill the Druid Warrior after him, he could escape this hell in the ensuing chaos. The orcs couldn't be a threat to him; he could get away by stepping over thousands of them until his transformation time was over.
With this enthusiasm, he made his first leap; when the water mass appeared above his head, he leaped to another, then another point, and finally, he stepped on the last stop of the journey he made by hiding his ultimate destination.
His tongue was waiting ready inside his mouth; it would be enough to slightly open his drooping lower lip and swing his slippery, sticky, meters-long limb carrying the poison that would melt the enemy's body.
And he did so; he would finish him off before the enemy even found the opportunity to complete his magic. Perhaps only he thought it would be so. If we said only he, we would be doing an injustice; the orc warriors watching the struggle from afar were also included in this group, but they realized they had forgotten something when the limb General Tongue took his name from was caught in the air.
The water whip bursting from the ground formed of ember lava the man who underwent a frog-shaped transformation stepped on grabbed his tongue and wrapped around both his legs up to his groin. When one of the two Water Element users put his hands on the soil, the plan began; one person became the bait, the other the hunter.
The frog fighting for his life was too scattered to notice this. Perhaps if he were still in human form, it wouldn't be possible for him to fall for such a trick, but in return for the skills he gained along with the serum mixing into his veins from the needle entering his body, he had to give up a great deal of his intelligence.
Still, General Tongue didn't give up; releasing the corrosive liquid accumulating in the warts on his back, he tried to get free, but the Fire Element User Druid Warriors fighting using flames didn't allow this.
They burned the man's back and flattened it; his skin was completely burned, and the burning smell of his flesh could be noticed from steps away. When he lost his last weapon too, the other Druid Warrior using the Water Element used his skill to make a path through the lavas.
The orcs got the message; using the corridor formed within the lavas, they reached the person who caused the death of thousands of their kin. Their axes were hard as they landed on burned flesh, and they were merciless as if tearing apart a wild creature.
While killing General Head, one of the Four Great Generals, the former Sheikh of the Holy Bone Cult had come to their aid, but they were able to destroy the other three thanks to their old battle friends, the Druids.
Orcs would never forget a betrayal, nor those who backed them up in battle. Within dozens of breaths, when all the Mercenaries on the battlefield were cleared, battle cries of victory began to be let out. The Elemental Ten, the only unit of the Druids specializing in offensive magic, gathered together, and the Orc Warriors who managed to survive immediately got behind them.
Victory had been won, but the area was covered with orc bodies with human parts mixed among them. Alator stepped forward a few steps; he looked at the dead bodies for a while and then addressed the tens of thousands of orcs watching him.
"The Great Generals, the greatest power of the Mercenaries who tormented, massacred, and looked down upon our peoples and kin for more than a hundred years, are dead. This victory was won together by the orc and druid warriors who have fought back to back since the beginning of time!"
Alator's words hadn't ended, but it wasn't possible for him to continue either. Due to the orcs beginning to stomp their feet on the ground, the battlefield within the ruins was shaking as if there was an earthquake.
There was no shouting, battle cry of victory, or wailing, but such a sound was coming out that those nearby could do nothing but think the ground was splitting. The ground was indeed splitting; first, large cracks began to be seen on the battlefield battered by lavas, flames, waters, and winds. Then each crack hosted another crack; the battlefield was collapsing.
Lifeless bodies, torn, crushed limbs were falling into the cracks. As the orcs sped up, as they stomped their feet harder on the ground, this event accelerated. A funeral ceremony was being held for the bodies falling from the deep crevices forming.
The orcs didn't distinguish their enemies; whoever died fighting was going to the bosom of the earth. The Druids didn't stand idle either; taking their places around the practically collapsing battlefield, after a long time, they drew a magic circle under their feet using their staffs.
When the last body on the soil went under, Alator struck his staff on the ground; at that moment, the light coming out of the staffs of the Elemental Ten members united at the center point, and a blinding energy mass caused a giant crater to open over the Golden City.
It was over; the Middle Part had been completely captured, but the members of the Orc-Druid partnership were finished too. They stayed where they collapsed; only those who would stand guard for a possible attack were on their feet.