Way of Overlord-Chapter 295: Obeying Destiny and Fate

When he heard there was a young boy who had defeated the enemy of his father, destroyed the tribe that had expelled him from the Great Steppe, he thinks nothing of it

Such stories is common in the Great Steppe

But then the story of that young boy become louder.

And louder. And then the entire Southern Great Steppe heard his story. Aeryon the son of Rakarys. Belarion his sworn brother that sweeps all his sworn brother enemies

Mayeux his most trusted advisor. His uncle Rukari that supports him when he goes out the tribe to fight.

Alliances was formed and a new situation unfolded in the Southern Great Steppe.

Like being awoken after a long dream, the old men sense the shifting winds, the young rose up, each one aspire to have their name carved in the annals of history.

A wind of change spreads all over and ambitious men rises up after one another. From then on, Ashana Angah, began looking at the sky.

He, like the other old men in the Steppe also sense the wind of change. He senses the shifting air.

He senses.....a change in the energy of heaven and earth!

And so, one night as he was looking at the sky, he saw the Unifier Star become so bright. And that is not the only star that is shining bright.

The Star of Killing shines brightly.

He decided it is time to seek shelter in troubled times. He knows that this is different than the other times.

Ashana Angah chose the Southern Great Steppe because it should be peaceful for a few decade before calamity befell it.

By that time, he might be already dead. So, that is why he chose to stay around the Southern Great Steppe instead of roaming around the Great Steppe like when he was young

But since Aeryon raise his banner, he could sense a change in the fate of the Great Steppe. Of course, at that time, he did not yet reach the conclusion that the cause of this changes was Aeryon

At that time, he just believe that there is someone that is causing fate and destiny of the Great Steppe turns from decline to showing signs of recovery, rejuvenation and even strengthening

Defying the fate ordained by the Heavens! For someone who could see the glimpses of future, this kind of matter, is very rare to happens.

Not to mention that he should be grateful that he lives in such an exciting time. Of course, this is the thought of the other Ashana in the past.

And probably if Ashana Angah tell his fellow Ashan about what he had glimpse, they too would share the same thought

After all, you could live your entire life and even passes a few generation before such a fate appears.

A fate that overturned the destined trajectory.

But for Ashana Angah, such fate is not something that he wished to happen in his lifetime.

He did not have envious heart like those Ashana who wanted to see such era.

He wanted to live his life in peace and he has no desire to leave his name in the annals of history

He likes reading it, he likes hearing about it, and he admired the heroes and warriors of the Steppe but this did not mean that he himself wanted to live those lives.

the gods have great joy in creating a hero, but an even greater pleasure in watching him fall.

Those great heroes, which one did not suffer? All of them suffer and all of them suffer terribly

But, it is because he wanted a peaceful life, he tries to seek these Destined One. And his destination is determined.

He first went to the Vihur tribe.

The tribe near the Central Great Steppe and one of the largest tribe of the Southern Great Steppe.

He sells his property, buy a horse from a wandering merchant, and riding that horse, he goes to the large settlement of the Vihur tribe.

It did not impress him that much.

While the settlement is large and something to be worried about for the other tribes in the Southern Great Steppe, for Ashana Angah who had seen the world, to him it is just a larger tribe in the Great Steppe.

Ashana Angah in his youth travelled all across the vast expanse of the Great Steppe. Each dawn brought new adventures.

Each dusk brings him new secrets of distant lands yet unseen, with the wind, the sun and moon as his guide, he traversed untamed plains where the grasses dances and the world is free freёweɓnovel.com

In the Southern Great Steppe, there is the sun kissed grasslands, wildflower painted the earth in hues of gold and crimson when spring came, showing a kind of beauty like some kind of divine paintings by deities.

He went to the rugged terrain of the northern steppes, towering mountains cast their shadows over nomadic encampments, and in this land he ventured

The mountains shocked him and his mind is opened even more

He drank from crystal-clear rivers that wound their way through emerald valleys, their waters teeming with life and stories untold.

In his travels, he encountered tribes as diverse as the colours of the sky at dawn.

The fierce horsemen of the eastern steppe, with their gleaming armor and thundering hooves, shared tales of conquest and valour beneath the starlit canopy of the night.

The wise Ashana and Wizancai of the western steppe, guardians of ancient wisdom and even some Majusi priest keepers of the sacred fires, welcomed him into their circle, where the smoke of burning herbs mingled with the whispers of ancient stories, of myths and old tales.

In those years, he had seen ever changing tapestry of lands and rivers, the ever-changing tapestry of landscapes that unfolded before him like pages in a forgotten manuscript.

He witnessed the barren desolation of the Desert, where the sands whispered secrets of lost kingdoms and forgotten empires.

He marvelled at the lush oases that dotted the arid plains like jewels in a crown, their palm trees swaying in the breeze like dancers in a grand celestial ball.

Through blistering heat and biting cold, through storm and calm alike, he had journey and he had experienced it all

He sees small tribes, large tribes, great warriors and wise chief. In those years, he seeks knowledge. He seeks stories and tale; some are outlandish but some are rooted in truth

At that time, the ceiling of his tent is the sky, the floor of his tent is the earth and where the boundaries of earth and sky blur into infinity, he found himself, he confronted his own fears and doing so, he understand himself.

The journey was not wasted because by the end of it, he could see the stars in a way others could not, his eyes could see through some unseen things and he make acquaintances with strange people in the world

So, what is Vihur tribe in front of his eyes? Just a slightly large tribe.

He saw strong men and merchants and people of Ashran and of Eresian mixed with the Marynku, the culture of the Central Great Steppe.

He take a peek toward the face of the leader of the Vihur tribe and one glance is enough for him to see.

That is not the person he wanted to seek.

There is calamity aura rising from his back. And while the tribe seems powerful, he could see dark aura rising from all over

The hearts are not united, the people are resentful, the army is strong but greedy, undisciplined and unprincipled, all of this is something he could deduce just by going to the market of this settlement

The problem would not erupt now. But it would erupt later.

This is just something he could see

The dark clouds of calamity that only he could see pervaded the entire settlements.

All it needs is a spark of fire that would lead this dark clouds to explode and causes the collapse of the tribe

He did not even announce himself to the chief of Vihur tribe and instead pretends like he is just a wandering Ashana.

He spends at most three days in the tribe before he once again rode his horse in search of the worthy chief.

With Aeryon rise, there were also other heroes and great chief that is rising. And one of them is in east

At night he looks at the sky again, look at the stars and he decided

He then goes down and see another overlord that is making a ruckus in the lower south, near the east border.

He did not check the other tribes. Because he could feel that destiny lies in the lower south. This is something he could not explain

He rode down and goes to the east and he passes the Yindir tribe, Nurkazan tribe, Altai tribe and from Altai he went to Lushar tribe.

At this time, the Lushar tribe is already under Dama influence and could be considered the territory under the control of the Esbizuk tribe.

It took him a few more days before he reach the Esbizuk tribe original settlements.

Just like before, he disguises himself as a wandering Ashana, he tells fortunes in the marketplace and offer advices

After a few days, he finally could see a glimpse of Dama face. And the moment he saw him, Ashana Angah was quite shocked.

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