"You bullies! Leave Cullen alone!" Tarzul said. He was swinging the dagger recklessly as he approached the others.
"Let's go! The Orc Warrior is here," the four human youngsters quickly left before Tarzul came closer. And because they're considered much more agile in woods full of the obstacle around them, it was easy for them to escape from Tarzul.
"Cullen, you fine?" Tarzul asked. Coming over to his side and pulling him up from the ground, the Orc Warrior seems clueless about what he had to do. He was staying quiet for a moment there because he had no idea what's next.
"I'm about to finish what I'm doing. Pack those bricks I've made back. It will be a great addition to the fortification we're going to build around the village wall." Cullen Azog said before getting back to what he's been working on.
A while later, there are about thirty or so bricks inside Tarzul's bag.
As for Cullen Azog, the iron sand he made this time is quite satisfying as it would be enough for him to create around thirteen swords without a problem.
The two of them left the Forest of Wailing not long after that. And by the time they came out from the forest, the four young villagers had already left and returned to their village long ago.
Since there's no advantage for him to bring the matter up to the village chief, Cullen Azog silently returned to the Orc Village without keeping what happened to him earlier in his mind.
But deep inside his heart, a seed of hatred had been planted and started to sprout. Based on all the ill-treatment they've been giving to him and the other fellow Orc Tribesmen of his, it won't take too long for this seed to sprout into a fully grown tree.
**Awooo**
A lone wolf was crying as the two went across a secluded path leading back to their Orc Village. The two immediately smiled, especially Tarzul as he let go of the sack of bricks. Pulling the dagger out without delay, he seems ready to fight at any time.
"**Roar**
Coming towards the two in a flash, the Ashen Wolf attacked. The beast was about the size of Cullen Azog on all four.
"Battle! Let Tarzul kill you!" Tarzul's nature grows stronger as he fought. This was also why the Orcish Tribe is known for the adaptability to mature in their own way. But unfortunately, the opportunity to battle was about little to none around here, which is why Orc Warrior like Tarzul had their growth hindered.
Furthermore, there's also a reason behind them getting abandoned here on this planet named Silicon.
"Rah!"
"Grun-Thar!" Tarzul overpowered the Ashen Wolf by controlling the beast's movement using one of his hands. After successfully pressing the wolf down on the ground, he was possessed by his instinct momentarily.
The dagger that was pointing upward skillfully turned upside down as it was used to stab right into the Ashen Wolf's heart. Tarzul's pairs of eyes too turned red on the spot as he seems to enter a state of unconsciousness.
"Tarzul!" Cullen Azog shouted. The possession vanished the moment his yelling is heard by the Orc Warrior.
"Cullen... I..." the Orc Warrior stares at the dead Ashen Wolf in between his crotch. It was already dead from the moment the first stab pierced through the heart.
"Let's go back. The others would be happy to see there's wolf meat added into today's dinner." Cullen Azog said. Deep inside his heart, he was questioning himself...
'What is that? Why would Tarzul's fighting power increases so substantially the moment his eyes turned red?' Cullen Azog asked.
With one of them holding the jaw and another on the tail, they dragged the wolf's corpse back to the village. As there were only four women, including Cullen Azog's mother, in this Orc Village, she had to contribute a little even if her body is weaker than the others.
But she was lucky as the three other females in the village are born as Orc. Treating Rosie Cullen like their mother, the other females actually learned quite a lot from her, be it in sewing, sanitary, and other things.
While the women prepared the meal for everyone in the village, Cullen Azog went to his workshop. Using the remaining dried vines from the Purple Vine Parasite and a small chunk of Crimson Coal collected from the volcanic region, he started a flame inside his proper furnace.
The weight of iron sand was measured before they were placed inside a mold to be melted. This way, it will be easier for Cullen Azog to keep with the quality of his merchandise.
By the time he was finished with the second sword, the food was ready to serve. Going out and joining the others for dinner together, Cullen Azog is somewhat happy and sad. He was elated because they're still able to sit down together right now to enjoy the food together.
But at the same time, he was also sad because something is expected to happen soon. According to his knowledge about the number of able individuals from the human village, fifty weapons should be all they needed to executes their plan.
Based on what he had seen from the impression they have been giving the orcs, Cullen Azog's worries that his forewarning will come true.
'I hope this is just a mere coincidence.' he quietly enjoying the piece of meat served by one of the female Orc Craftsman.
After the meal, Cullen Azog returned to his workshop once more. He continued the process of making the iron swords throughout the night without a rest. When the morning is here, the crude form of ten swords has formed.
They would be available to be used once it was sharpened and shaped beautifully.
"Cullen! Something happened to Hargath!" Tarzul came into the workshop without knocking and shared what happened to another orc called Hargath.
That Orc was also one of the Orc Warrior like Tarzul.
"What happened?" Cullen Azog asked.
"He followed three humans from the village to hunt the Black Boar near Forest of Wailing. But now, he was heavily injured when they brought him back. I'm afraid he might be dead before nightfall..." Tarzul said.
"What? How can four people lost to a Black Boar?" Cullen Azog asked. The uneasiness in his heart continuously warned him about something.