Way of Overlord
Chapter 133: Mantis All Over

Chapter 133: Mantis All Over

The flap tent flutters and Kyazan is once again alone in the tent

Kyazan reclined in his chair, a satisfied smile gracing his weathered features.

The weight of responsibility and anticipation seemed to momentarily lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of assurance.

Tonight, across the vast expanse of the Southern Great Steppe, chiefs and leaders of the tribes would undoubtedly receive the news of Aeryon triumphant conquest against the Duhai and Zlata tribes.

And they would also heard that he also have taken over the kanun and the Khulun tribe

News would spread like wildfire, carrying the information of the alliance formed between the Burka and Brolgadhr tribes.

The implications of these events would undoubtedly stir unease and speculation, igniting the imaginations of those who watched from a distance.

In the midst of this unfolding drama, Kyazan remained remarkably composed.

His confidence in the strategic alliance between the formidable Utgard and Brolgadhr tribes provided a cushion of security for the Korun tribe.

The world around them may be in flux, but within the crevices of the current intricate landscape, the Korun tribe could thrive, nestled in a delicate equilibrium.

Kyazan understood the value of timing and positioning in this ever-shifting power struggle.

He recognized the need to be prepared, to amass the necessary resources and influence, to hold sufficient bargaining chips when the inevitable interactions with Aeryon Brolgadhr tribe and Garron Utgard tribe would become more than mere possibilities.

But Kyazan focus extended beyond the immediate spectacle of these dominant forces.

His attention turned toward the Rudya tribe, a calculated move

The exchanges with his son were not just casual conversations; they were strategic discussions laden with unspoken implications.

for him, instead of trying to divine the plans of those two neighbours of him, he instead pay attention to Rudya tribe.

Because for those two tribes, he already has a plan. And that plan could only work later and not now.

As for the conversation that he had with his son, is all about the Rudya tribe.

When his son answer him that "They won" his son is talking about Utgard and Kazan tribe winning over the Rudya tribe warriors.

And when his son said that the Utgard and the Kazan won the East and North of the Rudya tribe area, he then ask about the South.

And the moment that his son said that the South is free, he knows that it is land free for the taking.

Kyazan plan, like a carefully woven tapestry, stretched far beyond the horizon of the present moment.

"Cough!"

"Time is not my ally" he could not help but think of this as he coughed

He instinctively covered his mouth, and when he withdrew his hand, a sombre stain of blood marred his palm.

It is a stark reminder that his time is not long, that the sands of his life were slipping through the hourglass.

"I need to hasten my move," Kyazan mused, his voice tinged with both determination and a hint of vulnerability.

The warm trickle of blood seemed to remind him the gravity of his mission, urging him to accelerate his carefully laid plans.

The quiet resolve in Kyazan eyes burned brightly

Every moment is now precious, every decision weighed with the knowledge that destiny hung in the balance.

With a steadying breath, Kyazan rose from his seat, his posture reflecting the weight of responsibility that rested upon his shoulders.

As the night pressed on, Kyazan thoughts churned with a sense of urgency.

The spot of blood on his hand, a poignant symbol of mortality, became a driving force propelling him forward.

Kyazan plan, far-reaching and intricate, is set in motion, guided by a sense of purpose that burned brighter than ever.

The night’s darkness could not shroud his vision, nor could the constraints of time deter him from the path he had chosen.

Outside the tent, Kyordai waited for the order. And then Kyazan went out of the tent. He give the order and waited for the result

The Second son and the Third son of Kyazan led the attack

Under the shroud of night, as the stars watched silently from above, the Korun tribe sprang into action.

Their surprise attack on the western border of Rudya was executed with precision and cunning, catching the unsuspecting clans off guard.

In a whirlwind of swift maneuvers and strategic strikes, the Korun tribe swiftly subjugated five clans that had once held sway over the western expanse of Rudya.

The darkness of night was punctuated by the clash of forces, the ring of steel against steel, and the echoes of battle cries that carried across the open steppe.

By the time the first rays of dawn began to paint the horizon, the landscape had been irrevocably altered.

The western side of Rudya, now bore the mark of the Korun tribe’s swift and decisive conquest.

But the story did not end there.

In the upper reaches of the Rudya tribe’s territory, a different Chapter of this complex tale was unfolding.

The Kazan tribe had managed to secure their hold on these lands, expanding their influence even as the chaos of battle raged around them.

However, their aspirations were checked by the sudden onslaught from the Nurkazan tribe to their north, forcing them to retreat and regroup.

Amidst the tumultuous events of that fateful night, the Utgard tribe emerged as a dominant force, capitalizing on the chaos and uncertainty.

As dawn broke, the truth became clear to the surrounding tribes.

The balance of power had shifted, and the once-mighty Rudya tribe now stood on the precipice of defeat.

The Korun tribe’s audacious move had halted their expansion, and the Utgard tribe’s calculated maneuvers had positioned them to claim a substantial portion of Rudya tribe territories.

In the wake of the battle, the Southern Great Steppe awoke to a new reality.

Whispers of the events that had unfolded spread among the tribes like wildfire, setting in motion a cascade of reactions and responses.

The intricate dance of power continued, each step echoing with the resonance of a rapidly changing landscape.

As the sun bathed the steppe in its warm embrace, the aftermath of the night’s turmoil began to take shape.

The Korun tribe bold action had redefined the borders, the Utgard tribe’s ascendancy had shifted the balance, and the Rudya tribe’s fate hung in the balance.

Four tribes are now intertwined with each other

Utgard and Kazan wanted to take Rudya and Korun reap the benefits

A mantis is stalking a cicada, but it doesn’t know there is an oriole behind him.

The Great Steppe, vast and unforgiving, bore witness to the unfolding drama of ambition, strategy, and conquest of these four tribes.

There is sorrow, there is happiness, anger and joy, the story of rise and fall, the ebbs and flows of fate and destiny.

And everyone is paying attention

The Southern Great Steppe had become a simmering cauldron of unease and tension.

The bold actions of the Korun tribe, the swift rise of the Utgard tribe, and the uncertain fate of the Rudya tribe had sent ripples of concern across the vast plains.

Chiefs and leaders from various tribes watched with wariness, their senses heightened as they assessed the shifting landscape.

In the northwest, the Wustkazan tribe, which shared a border with the now-vulnerable Rudya tribe, kept a vigilant eye on the developments.

Their leaders knew that the winds of change could easily sweep their way, and they prepared for any eventuality.

On the northeastern front, the Altai tribe, situated adjacent to the Kazan tribe, also bristled with apprehension.

Warriors stood ready, their instincts sharp, ready to defend their lands or launch an offensive should the need arise.

The uncertainty in the air weighed heavily on their decisions.

To the northeast of the Altai tribe, the Timur tribe, nestled against the formidable Yindu mountains, had their own concerns.

They had witnessed the expanding ambitions of their neighbouring tribes and now feared that the Shuni tribe to their north and the Nurkazan tribe to their west might be inspired to follow suit.

The threat of a two-front conflict loomed ominously.

the unease had spread like wildfire.

Chiefs and leaders from the Southern Steppe found themselves on edge, grappling with the complexities of this new world that they suddenly woke up to

The Southern Great Steppe is undergoing a profound transformation.

The actions of Aeryon, Chief of the Brolgadhr tribe, had shattered the delicate balance that had existed for generations.

When Aeryon defeated the Xewa and Ghar tribes, it sent shockwaves throughout the region.

These victories not only expanded Brolgadhr influence but also had a domino effect on neighbouring tribes.

The Utgard tribe, newly freed from the Xewa tribe yoke, seized the opportunity to expand their territory.

With the support of their allies, they embarked on campaigns of conquest toward Rudya tribe

News of tribes being conquered and lands changing hands spread like wildfire across the vast steppe.

Chiefs and leaders, once content with the status quo, could no longer afford to remain idle.

The era of rare tribal warfare had given way to a time of heightened activity, as warriors were recruited, alliances formed, and preparations for battles and wars became the order of the day.

Now the Southern Great Steppe is a landscape in flux.

Chaos hung in the air, and the tribes of the steppe braced themselves for a future that is full of conflict and war.

The age-old rhythms of the steppe were shifting, and the tribes had no choice but to adapt to this new reality.

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