Way of Overlord
Chapter 127: Five Words

Chapter 127: Five Words

As Aeryon ventured closer to the borders of Nurshira, Aeryon gaze did not merely linger on the distant Wall of Yan—it shifted, recalibrated, and re-evaluated.

Like a predator assessing its territory, he began to formulate a plan that would catch his enemies unawares, a bold move that would defy their expectations and strike at the heart of their vulnerability.

In a sudden and audacious twist, Aeryon path diverged from the expected course.

Rather than proceeding directly to Nurshira, he pivoted with swiftness and stealth, leading his followers back to the Great Steppe with a determination that burned like an unquenchable fire.

His intentions, once shrouded in ambiguity, became resolute and clear—taking back his land

As night descended, Aeryon forces surged forward, catching his adversaries off guard.

The night attack. This was the beginning of Aeryon rise as a leader of the Brolgadhr tribe, where he attack the Xewa tribe forces

The element of surprise was his ally, and his strategic brilliance was evident in every calculated move.

The Brolgadhr, once facing the threat of dissolution, now found themselves rallying behind a leader who dared to challenge the norms and seize destiny by its reins.

A leader who could fight. And a leader who could fight well and fiercely. It was like he lit a fire in every member of his tribe

The ripple effect of Aeryon audacious maneuvers was profound.

The very ground beneath his feet seemed to resonate with the footsteps of change

The message was clear: the Brolgadhr tribe, once deemed weak and on the brink of collapse, was far from defeated.

Aeryon swift return and his bold campaign to reclaim his tribe’s lands is like a horn call of war

It is a proclamation of strength.

That night he fought the Utgard tribe forces, a force that was also forced to be under the banner of the Xewa tribe.

The leader of that tribe is Garron. And from what Durka had learned, Garron forces fought with Aeryon and admire the young chief.

Aeryon method was a swift and fierce attack.

In the midst of battle, Aeryon himself was a force of nature.

Like a lion unleashed upon a flock of sheep, he tore through his adversaries with a blend of skill, instinct, and raw power.

The audacity of his maneuvers, the precision of his strikes, and the unwavering determination that radiated from him left an indelible mark on those who witnessed his prowess on the battlefield.

It was this awe-inspiring display of strength and strategy that caught even the seasoned Chief Garron off guard.

In such a swift method, that he surprised the Chief of Utgard tribe. Later, it is because of this encounter that Utgard tribe would alter ally with Aeryon and aid him in defeating the Xewa and Ghar tribe and later form a marriage alliance.

This in turn later give Aeryon a sturdy ally in the north.

Aeryon, the young chief of the Brolgadhr tribe, led a lightning assault against the Xewa and Ghar tribes.

The ferocity and speed of his attack left both tribes reeling, their defense shattered in the face of his unrelenting advance.

Within the blink of an eye, the balance of power in the region was upended.

The two tribes fell under his knees and the people of the Xewa tribe and Ghar tribe was spared and assimilated under the banner of the Brolgadhr tribe

And that was not enough

After defeating both the Xewa and Ghar tribe, while the news of his victory did not yet spread, he quickly marches on

With his forces bolstered by the triumph over the Xewa and Ghar tribes, he set his sights on a new target—four more tribes that stood in his path

Over the course of just three days, Aeryon relentless campaign unfolded with remarkable result.

His forces, now numbering around a thousand seasoned warriors, descended upon the unsuspecting tribes with a fervour that mirrored their leader’s determination. The battles were fierce, the clashes intense,

Like a storm sweeping across the Great Steppe, he left a trail of conquest in his wake, each victory reinforcing his reputation as a force to be reckoned with.

But Aeryon approach was not solely about domination.

It was a calculated effort.

With each triumph, he offered the defeated tribes an opportunity for a new beginning—an assimilation under the banner of the Brolgadhr tribe. The people of the Xewa and Ghar tribes, once adversaries, now found themselves integrated into a greater whole, united under Aeryon leadership.

As the dust settled on these whirlwind campaigns, Aeryon had not only secured his own tribe’s future but also begun to weave a tapestry of alliances that would reshape the course of the Great Steppe politics.

In the span of an astonishing three days and three nights, Aeryon orchestrated a metamorphosis that catapulted the Brolgadhr tribe from obscurity to a position of newfound prominence, nearly on par with the more established tribes.

The landscape of the Great Steppe was irrevocably altered

With triumph still echoing in the air, Aeryon cemented an alliance with the Utgard tribe, a pact born from shared ambition.

As weeks passed and the euphoria of victory settled, Aeryon gaze shifted, his sights now trained on the uncharted expanses of the Western region of the Southern Great Steppe.

It was in this moment that Durka, his perceptive mind astir, began to glimpse the true nature of this young leader’s aspirations.

In the quiet confines of his tent, Durka’s thoughts crystallized into understanding.

He picked up a scroll.

With careful strokes, he inscribed his insights onto the paper

Tying the scroll with a sense of purpose, Durka resolved to present this scroll

"A letter of recommendation" he thought to himself

And he shakes the thought and focus back and now he is back in front of the banquet tent still being escorted by the servant

And then he arrived.

Durka stepped into the banquet tent, his eyes tracing the contours of its open-air design

Its design spoke of grandeur mingled with nature’s embrace, where the boundaries between the sheltered space and the open world seemed to blur.

Supported by sturdy wooden beams and adorned with ornate fabrics, the tent’s high canopy billowed like a regal sail caught in a gentle breeze.

Rich tapestries adorned the sides

The tent’s open sides allowed the surrounding landscape to become an integral part of the gathering, as if the very earth and air were invited to share in the feast.

The tent’s interior was a symphony of textures and hues.

Colourful rugs lined the ground, offering a cushioned space for those gathered to sit.

Low tables, punctuated the floor, laden with gleaming platters of food, goblets filled with fine wines, and a spectrum of aromatic dishes

Gentle lanterns, suspended on swaying ropes, cast a warm glow, their light dancing upon the ground.

"He wanted to woo me" Durka is an astute man. This grandeur, this kind of welcome, Durka could only think of one reason

The young Chief wanted to recruit him. But he smiles

"he wanted to recruit and I wanted to be recruited" he thought to himself.

As he entered, his gaze found its mark—Aeryon, seated at the center, a warm smile dancing upon his lips, a sign of welcoming anticipation.

Durka’s hand instinctively found the scroll he had carefully prepared, tucked securely at the back of his belt, a silent reminder of his purpose.

With reverence, Durka knelt upon the ground, his hand resting over his heart, a gesture of deep respect and allegiance.

"Chief," he intoned, his voice is full of respect, a single word laden is enough to show his stance. Aeryon hearing this quickly understood that Durka had accepted his role.

"Hahaha!"

Aeryon laughter, like a cascade of joyful notes, echoed in response. His head shook gently, dismissing the formality that had graced the moment.

"Dispense with the formality," Aeryon urged, his voice carrying a warmth that mirrored the flickering torches illuminating the tent’s expanse.

"I prepared this feast for you, Durka. Let us talk and understand one another," he extended his hand in an inviting gesture, a silent invitation to discourse.

Yet, Durka’s head remained bowed, his eyes fixed on the ground before him, an unspoken shield against the vulnerability of meeting Aeryon gaze.

Aeryon rose from his seat, closing the distance between them.

His presence drew Durka’s gaze upward as strong hands reached down, lifting him from his kneeling posture.

In that moment, the tent seemed to shimmer with a timeless resonance, a tableau of a loyal minister and an astute monarch, a scene that had played out countless times in the annals of history.

Then they both sit down, not far from each other.

Seated in the open-air banquet tent, their positions reflected not just proximity, but a sense of mutual respect and trust.

Aeryon gesture of allowing Durka to sit near him sent a silent message that their conversation would be one of equals

Their words flowed like the currents of a meandering river, carrying stories, dreams, and insights.

Aeryon warmth and genuine interest in Durka thoughts created an atmosphere of warmth that made Durka feel valued and honoured.

The hours passed seamlessly, the sun traversing the sky as they spoke, laughed, and shared the bounties of the feast before them.

As Aeryon spoke of his vision for the Great Steppe, his eyes shimmered with determination, his words weaving a tapestry of hope and ambition.

Durka found himself captivated by the young chief’s charisma and the audacity of his dreams.

Aeryon desire to create a city to rival Nurshira, among many of his other visions

Aeryon believe that the people of the Great Steppe has long been divided and carved up by other power and forces

Throughout their conversation, Durka observed Aeryon sincerity, his genuine concern for the welfare of his people, and his unwavering determination to lead them to greatness.

There is nothing more honourable then for the old to leave a legacy. And Aeryon, young as he is, has the maturity of an old man.

He is not rash nor is impetuous.

He lacks the traits that makes a young man fiery

But he still have the dreams of youth, the bravery to keep going froward regardless of what anyone says.

The old always envy the young. What they envy is their youth. If only.....if only...that is the lamentation of the old

If I have the wisdom I have now...and the body of when I was young....this is the lamentation.

And when he spoke with Aeryon he could tell that Aeryon have all the traits of a young man and the maturity of a seasoned leader.

It is a revelation that left Durka humbled and inspired, his respect for Aeryon growing with each passing moment.

That alone had given Durka a hint of this young man ambition.

"I did not write wrong" he thought to himself. Before he came here, he wrote something on a scroll inside his tent

He wrote five words that he believes would make Aeryon look highly at him

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