Way of Overlord
Chapter 185: The People In the Hut

Chapter 185: The People In the Hut

On the other side of the battle, a surprising development happened.

There is a force of the Great Steppe that is crushing through the defenders around Belarion rear

There is a force that is breaking through the defence that is trying go encircle Belarion.

And leading them is a brave warrior with brave men riding their horseback, pulling their bows and shooting their arrows like they were hunting in the plains

The one leading them is none other than Durka, the chief of the Duhai tribe and the vassal of Aeryon

Durka, the seasoned warrior and chief of the Duhai tribe, thundered through the chaos of battle, leading his men with precision and skill.

His eyes were fierce, scanning the surroundings for Belarion.

His horse moved with a grace that belied the chaos around, manoeuvring skilfully through the tumult of combat.

The warriors of Duhai, loyal and battle-hardened, followed their chief with an unwavering determination.

They shot arrows with deadly accuracy, clearing a path through the enemy forces that sought to encircle Belarion.

As Durka approached, he could see the aftermath of Belarion unleashed wrath — a swath of destruction that both awed and concerned him.

The fallen bodies, friend and foe alike, marked the toll of the berserker’s fury.

Durka voice rose above the din of battle as he shouted commands to his warriors, coordinating their movements with a keen strategic mind.

He could sense the momentary vulnerability of the warriors under Belarion and aimed to reinforce his position, turning the tide of the battle in their favor.

The defenders, already reeling from the relentless assault of Belarion, now faced a two-pronged attack.

Durka tactical finesse created a force that cut through the opposition like a storm.

Durka eyes locked onto Belarion position in the midst of the battlefield.

He recognized the signs of overexertion and knew that timely intervention was crucial.

With a determined expression, he spurred his horse forward,

Durka is rushing toward Belarion. But he is not there only to relieve Belarion

On his hand there is a glaive. Belarion weapon of choice. It is clear on what he is going to do. He wanted to give the glaive to Belarion.

The glaive in Durka hand gleamed under the sun, its blade sharp and poised for battle.

This glaive is for Belarion to use. But for now, Durka uses this glaive to fight against the defenders.

Even though Belarion could handle the glaive and it is more of Belarion weapons Durka could also handle it well enough

The glaive, in Durka hand is like an extension of his will

The weapon seemed to dance with him as he expertly navigated through the ongoing melee.

The Duhai warriors, witnessing their chief prowess, rallied around him with a renewed fervour.

Arrows continued to fly from their bows, finding their marks with deadly accuracy.

Durka strategic brilliance is evident as he orchestrated his forces, creating a seamless synergy between the Duhai warriors and the Brolgadhr tribe.

And the way he ordered them shows he knows how to integrate two different tribal warriors

The methods of the Brolgadhr is different from the Duhai, and yet Durka in just a few moments could tell the strength and weaknesses of the Brolgadhr tribe warriors and cover up that weakness and strengthen the strength of the warriors under his command

The Duhai and Brolgadhr tribe seems to complement each other yet this would not be possible with Durka orders.

Durka had break the spirit of the defenders on the other side of the city, double back and help Mayeux , took Belarion glaive and with a laugh that echoes , he shouted

"Belarion, Great Warrior of Brolgadhr! A hundred men is not his match!"

The proclamation echoed through the Steppe warriors, infusing them with a surge of energy.

The shout acted like a rallying cry, inspiring those who heard it to fight with heightened determination.

Belarion, though fatigued from the unleashed frenzy, looked at the offered glaive. Recognition flickered in his eyes as he took the weapon from Durka. The exchange between the two warriors spoke volumes — a silent understanding, a bond forged in battles past and the unspoken trust that existed among sworn brothers.

Durka strategic acumen unfolded on the battlefield like a well-choreographed dance of war.

With his son by his side, he skilfully maneuvered his forces to secure a perimeter around Belarion, creating a protective shield amidst the chaos of battle.

Every move seemed calculated; every decision weighed with the precision of a seasoned commander.

His eyes, sharp and perceptive, scanned the surroundings, assessing the ebb and flow of the battle.

Durka was never just a warrior; he was a tactician, foreseeing the movements of both allies and adversaries.

His youth might have left him, but Durka in exhcnage for that youth, now has wisdom and experience.

When he fought with a eyron before,m this side of him could not be portayred.

Because at that time, no matter how many strtageies he could think of, he rusn intoa roadblock. And that nroablcok is the fact that he had not enough men, not enough wsarrir

Before Duhai tribe ebcoem the vassal of Brolgahdr tribe, even though Durka as the chief of Duha tribe has extensive power and ifnleucne in the tribe, what he lackjs was young warrirors.

But now, he lacks noting. Aeryon cmapaui toward the west ahs provided the RBoaldgr trieb with new warriros form the defeated triebs and clans. And tehr eis also all kinds of small triebs and clans that coosoe to join Aeryon tribe.

This allow the Brodlagdr tribe to have fresh warriros and more youngw arirors that coulkd be deployed.

And now, Durka could truly shows his talent.

The glint of thed glaive reflected the sunlight as he directed his forces, a silent conductor orchestrating the symphony of war.

And he brought his son with him as they etrorized the defenders, broke their lines and secure their area.

Durka son, a reflection of his father’s prowess, fought valiantly by his side.

The duo moved seamlessly, anticipating each other’s actions.

They became a formidable force on the battlefield, a rallying point for the Great Steppe warriors who fought under their command.

The enemy, caught in the intricate web woven by Durka’s strategic brilliance, found themselves gradually succumbing to the relentless assault.

While Belarion was not yet entrusted with the glaive, Durka ensured that the area was secured.

The enemies who dared approach were met with fierce resistance.

It was a testament to Durka’s ability to both protect his comrades and weaken the enemy simultaneously.

Durka, with his commanding presence, radiated an aura of confidence.

His decisions were quick, decisive, and effective.

In the chaotic dance of battle, Durka stood as a stabilizing force, a guardian ensuring the safety of his comrades and he is basically setting the stage for the triumphant return of Belarion to the heart of the fray.

Aeryon gaze, like a hawk scanning the battlefield, locked onto the figure of Durka in the distance.

There was a silent acknowledgment, an unspoken understanding that passed between them.

A nod from Aeryon, a smile from Durka – a language of camaraderie spoken on the canvas of war.

Seeing Durka’s strategic brilliance unfold, Aeryon appreciation for the seasoned chief deepened.

Aeryon could not help but become even more favourable toward Durka. This is a man that knows his ambition

After all, Durka was the one that presented Aeryon with the scroll "Under the Heavens, use Force"

Durka is a man who understand his heart. Before Aeryon thought only Mayeux and him knows that losing Belarion mean losing the heart of the army.

But Durka....Durka surprised Aeryon

Durka discerned the vital role Belarion played. He recognized that within the beating heart of the Brolgadhr tribe, Belarion pulse echoed as the very essence of their martial spirit.

Losing Belarion would be akin to losing the soul of their military might.

Durka, despite his relatively short tenure in Aeryon service, grasped this truth with a clarity that resonated with Aeryon own thinking.

By breaking through the ranks of Yan’s defenders to stand by Belarion side, Durka wasn’t just intervening in a skirmish; he was reinforcing the very core of Aeryon strength.

Supporting Belarion means supporting Aeryon

"Having Durka, why would I worry about not having the world in my hands!" he thought to himself.

Belarion on the other hand quickly take is breath and in the distance he could see the officers and the people of Yan running away

"Hahaha!" Belarion laughed

He is a simple man.

He knows he had won.

And so, he is happy. He did not know how close was he to being encircled.

If he had been encircled and stay at the same spout for a few more seconds, there might be a giant spear piercing through the air to take his life.

In the midst of the chaos and destruction that painted Nurshira in shades of fiery turmoil, a singular figure stood at a window, silently observing the unfolding spectacle with an unwavering gaze.

The man eyes is fixated on Belarion, his forms is like storm winds sweeping through the chaos of the city.

His gaze did not leave Aeryon and Belarion. His forehead is creasing and his eyes narrows every once in a while

The people of this hut did not run away even as the entire city is burning. Smokes fills the ground and the air and these men still did not run away

It is clear that they are not ordinary men.

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