Way of Overlord
Chapter 126: Understanding Your Superior

Chapter 126: Understanding Your Superior

"They exceed my expectation" Aeryon thought to himself.

When Aeryon was taking and conquering the tribes, there is some people among the tribes that he had conquered that have miscellaneous skill.

Some of them could cook and some of them could build. This kind of people is usually not regarded highly among the tribe.

But Aeryon employs them into his household. And because of that, today scene is created.

Understanding Durka’s disposition, Aeryon knew that winning his loyalty would require more than just a show of authority.

While Aeryon held the higher rank as Durka’s superior, he aimed for a partnership based on respect and shared objectives.

It wasn’t mere obedience he sought; he aimed for a genuine allegiance that stemmed from mutual trust.

Loyalty is a highly cherished value, not just in the Yan dynasty, but also among the people of the Great Steppe.

Oaths carried immense weight, determining not only the outcome of battles but also the essence of life itself.

If not, how could an oath determine victory and defeat, determine life and death? Because everyone thought of loyalty, thought of honour and thought of honesty.

Honesty, honour, and loyalty is intertwined in the fabric of their beliefs.

As a messenger arrived, bearing news of Durka’s impending arrival, Aeryon focus shifted to welcoming him in a manner that conveyed both respects.

He instructed the soldiers to ensure Durka’s comfort, signalling his regard for the seasoned leader.

"Go and bring Durka to me. Treat him well," Aeryon directed the soldiers.

His intention was to create an environment where open dialogue and understanding could flourish.

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Outside the bustling military camp of the Brolgadhr tribe, Durka dismounted from his horse with a sense of purpose.

As his feet touched the earth, a courteous servant was at his side, ready to guide him further into the heart of the camp.

With determined steps, Durka proceeded towards the grand tent that had been set up for this significant meeting.

Clutched in his weathered hand is a scroll

His gaze swept across the camp, taking in the disciplined arrangement and orderliness of Aeryon forces.

The sight invoked a silent acknowledgment from Durka—a recognition of the formidable leadership that had bested him on the battlefield.

"It is deserved that I was defeated by such a man" The discipline that the men under Aeryon have seem reminiscent of the discipline of Yan army in the past.

As he walked, Durka’s thoughts were drawn back to the moments before, when he had been alone in his own tent.

Seated upon the ground, he faced the low table before him

Upon that table rested the scroll

That scroll was empty

A reed pen on his hand, an ink container beside the scroll. He was ready to write something. But he needs to write an important thing

With eyes closed, Durka’s mind became a canvas upon which he painted thoughts and impressions of Aeryon.

He sought to delve beyond the surface, to decipher the intentions and aspirations that drove this young leader.

Aeryon Son of Rakarys, emerged from the confines of a modest and unassuming tribe.

In the tapestry of the Great Steppe, his tribe—known as the Brolgadhr—was but a humble thread, woven into the grand narrative of the land.

Despite their relatively small stature and unremarkable position, the tribe possessed a lineage steeped in tradition, with threads of history intertwined with alliances that spanned generations.

Throughout the expanse of Aeryon existence within the tribe, the Brolgadhr had navigated the currents of time as both a witness and participant.

The annals of their past held tales of enduring bonds with venerable clans and tribes, forging connections that lent an aura of security to their otherwise modest existence.

While not a powerhouse by any means, this legacy of camaraderie had afforded them a measure of protection, sheltering them from the stormy winds of conflict that frequently swept across the Great Steppe.

Yet, as fate would have it, the inevitable tide of change was ushered in with the passing of Rakarys, the torchbearer of the tribe leadership.

The mantle of responsibility, once borne by the seasoned hands of Rakarys, now cascaded onto the young shoulders of Aeryon.

This transition marked a turning point, a shift in the very fabric of the Brolgadhr tribe destiny.

Inherited was not just the title of leadership, but the weight of legacy and the hopes of a people.

Aeryon ascent to leadership carried the promise of potential, but it was also laden with challenges that tested the mettle of a young leader.

the story of the Brolgadhr found a new Chapter, one etched with the resounding footsteps of a young leader intent on carving his mark into the very fabric of the Great Steppe’s narrative

Of course, at that time none of them know it yet. Because at that time, the tribe is beset with many problems

Simultaneously with the passing of Aeryon father, Rakarys, a seismic shift was set into motion across the Southern Great Steppe.

The Xewa tribe, a formidable force driven by a relentless tide of conquest, had charted a course that inexorably led them towards the territory of the Brolgadhr.

Like a thunderous storm gathering momentum, their path bore a portentous convergence with the lands that Rakarys had once guided.

Yet, the encroaching shadow of the Xewa tribe was not the sole spectre haunting the Brolgadhr tribe horizon.

The Ghar tribe, spurred by their own ambitions and enmities, had fixed their gaze upon the same expanse of territory that the Brolgadhr called home.

The shifting currents of fate had cast the Brolgadhr tribe into a crucible of challenge, the flames of adversity stoked by the simultaneous emergence of these predatory forces.

The demise of Rakarys, the patriarch of the Brolgadhr, acted as an unwitting catalyst.

the vacuum left by Rakarys’ death is perceived as a sign—a clarion call that resonated far and wide.

Aeryon ascent, young and untested, seemed to outsiders like blood in the water, inviting the circling sharks to close in.

In the unforgiving landscape of the Great Steppe, weakness is a beacon that drew both rival tribes and opportunistic forces.

The death of a leader, particularly one as respected as Rakarys, rippled across the intricate web of tribal relations, casting a ripple of uncertainty and vulnerability.

The Brolgadhr, once sheltered by a tapestry of alliances and history, found themselves exposed and susceptible, their new leader viewed through sceptical eyes.

The wolves of the Steppe—hungry, relentless, and swift—closed in on the Brolgadhr, sensing an opportunity to expand their dominion or settle old scores.

Rakarys legacy had been a bulwark, a shield against the encroaching tides of hostility.

His absence, however, created a void that threatened to unravel the fragile equilibrium that had sustained the Brolgadhr for generations.

As the forces of destiny conspired against the Brolgadhr tribe, Aeryon, the young and untested leader, found himself standing at a precipice—a crossroads that would shape not only the fate of his people but also the Great Steppe itself.

The looming shadows of external threats, like vultures encircling their prey, cast a dark pall over the once-protected lands of the Brolgadhr.

In a moment of profound decision, Aeryon made a choice that would set his tribe on a path less travelled.

Leaving behind the familiar expanse of the Great Steppe, he marshalled his people and embarked on a daring journey—a march towards the Wall of Yan.

hope beckoned him towards the region of Nurshira—a haven of respite, a sanctuary where his people might find refuge from the storm that raged beyond their borders.

Aeryon resolve, forged in the crucible of adversity, propelled him to make a decision that defied the expectations of those who watched.

The Xewa tribe, a force to be reckoned with, held a crucial role in this unfolding drama.

Because of the legacy of the Brolgadhr tribe, the Xewa tribe bestowed upon Aeryon a crucial opportunity.

the Xewa tribe allowed the young chief to pass beyond the borders of the Great Steppe, granting him a reprieve from the immediate clutches of their impending conquest.

Their decision, though driven by their own complex calculations, would prove to be a double-edged sword.

Little did the Xewa tribe anticipate that this very decision, this gesture of leniency, would sow the seeds of their own undoing.

Aeryon departure from the Great Steppe is not a concession of defeat; it is a strategic retreat, a pause in a larger strategy of war

their benevolence would be their Achilles’ heel, as the young leader they allowed to slip away would grow, evolve, and return with a fervour that belied his initial flight.

The Great Steppe was about to bear witness to a transformation—a tale of resurgence, retribution, and redemption.

The Xewa tribe’s choice to let Aeryon depart, a decision they likely saw as a merciful concession, would soon come back to haunt them.

As Aeryon journey took him closer to the Wall of Yan and the borders of Nurshira, their existence is forgotten by the Xewa and Ghar tribe who continue to fight each other for dominance, unaware of the drama that was about to unfold.

Aeryon apparent intention to seek refuge and remain detached from the intricate conflicts of the Great Steppe seemed sincere—a move that hinted at the young chief prudence and a desire for the safety and stability of his tribe.

Yet, beneath the surface of this seemingly straightforward decision, there is a plot and there is a scheme.

Aeryon at that time seems to be setting into motion a sequence of events that would forever alter the destiny of the Brolgadhr and the landscape of the Great Steppe.

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