Way of Overlord-Chapter 271: Unparalleled Beauty

"It has nothing to do with us, Kan" That is Fulqar answer

Aeryon only smiles and simply said

"All under Heaven is in Chaos. The South should be united. And I want you to follow my tribe onto glory. Among you, there is many warriors. Should they die and leave no name? Should they be no more than dust and ash, never to be remembered? None of you wanted to be immortalized?"

Fulqar immediately knows what Aeryon is doing.

He looks at the stable in the distance and Fulqar sighed.

The horses have all gone away.

Of course, they could chase them but some of those horses are wild horses and they might have already run far away from this area.

Even if they take it, what if the Kan once again come to release the horses?

Aeryon could see that Fulqar is still thinking about something else so he said

"If you have no desire to enter in this competition of this chaotic era, then why cares so much about those horses?"

Fular grist his teeth and then look back at Aeryon, his eyes is red and even though he is angry, he control his anger and said with gritted teeth

"We still have to protect ourselves"

Hearing this Aeryon laugh

"With this number?" Aeryon laugh echoes all around the tribe and then he continue

"I could sent five hundred horsemen and I guaranteed you that they would make short work of all of you. They could come in the morning and be done by the afternoon" Hearing this some of the tribesman of the Fuxa tribe shudders a little

And for Fulqar it is like being doused with cold water and he feel chills in his heart. Yes, for a moment he nearly forgot who he is talking to.

The reason why Fulqar address him as a Kan, isn’t it also because he is afraid of Aeryon. Because this young chief has ten thousand men under him.

A small tribe like his would easily be trampled afoot.

"The Kan....will you debase yourself by threatening me , a small tribe chief?"

Aeryon shook his head

"I am not threatening you Chief Fulqar. I am just laying out the facts. The entire Great Stpepe is now in a competition. You either join in or be eliminated in the aftermath"

Then he pause for a second and smiles at Fulqar

"or I could take your rejection as you are against me. If you are not on my side, then that means you are on the side of my competitor. And my competitor is my enemy. And what does we do with our enemies? We beat them down and destroy them" Aeryon shakes his head, trying to smile with a kind expression as he said

"I am giving you a chance to join me"

"Why?" Fulqar ask.

This is his most nagging question.

Why?

Fuxa tribe is not big.

There is many other big tribes that has been subjugated by Aeryon.

At least bigger than the Fuxa tribe. Other than the Duhai tribe, Aeryon has rarely come in person to persuade a tribe to surrender.

Most of those who he ask to surrender, he ask with a domineering attitude.

Aeryon smiles.

He did not answer this question immediately. Instead, he look left and right, his eyes scanning the entire tribe, looking at the population of this tribe, the ratio of old and young

The Fuxa tribe is a wandering tribe.

And not many is known about them.

But, Mayeux believe that this tribe might have some relation with the Central Steppe.

That alone is enough for him to ask Fuxa tribe to join him.

But after raiding this tribe , even though he alone could break through the defense, Aeryon recognize that the young men of this tribe is quite powerful

Give them enough training and they would be a great warrior.

"I offer you peace and protection. All I needed is your loyalty"

"Why you ask? A conqueror wanted to conquer. You refuse to be conquered. So, I wanted to conquer you. If there is a reason, would you accept this one?"

Fulqar knows that this might not be the real reason for why Aeryon is so insistent in getting his tribe.

But it is not like he could insist. If he wanted to insist, with what power, with what influence could he force the Kan to speaks the truth?

"If you wanted to surrender to me, come to Brolgadhr tribe tomorrow. I would accept you all. Those who are exceptional warrior could prove themselves and make a name for themselves. Those who could not fight could herd the sheep’s, could rear the Tayak, could trade with others, could build the city"

"As for you, I would let you maintain your title and enter the Council of Elders." Aeryon did this as an exception. Before the chief that have been subjugated by him has never been allowed to retain their title. All of them become the Elders.

Aeryon smiles after finishing what he wanted to say. He pulls the reins of his horse and galloped away from the Fuxa tribe

No one stops him. And every one of the tribe is looking at their chief. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The chief also could sense the gaze of his people upon him. He sighed and then said

"Disperse"

Fulqar return back to his tent. He sat on his seat. And he sighed. Alone in the tent, his mind began thinking.

But he still did not have the answer. No, to be more accurate, he is not brave enough.

"I am no longer young and my fire does not burn that brightly" he thought about Aeryon words and he could not deny that what Aeryon had said is true.

If he was a chief of an ordinary tribe, he would not be so reluctant. Instead, he is quite sure that he would join Aeryon.

But because his tribe has a legacy, he does not know what to do. Will his decision erase the legacy that his tribe had always protected and preserve?

How could their tribe falls down to such an extent?

"The world turns and the era changes. There is no tribe that would rise and not fall. Waxes and wanes like the moon in the heavens" he mutters while shaking his head.

The entrance curtain flutters and the sound of footsteps could be heard entering the tent. Fulqar look toward the entrance and looking at the one entering he sighed again

There is a woman that enters into the tent.

The moment this woman enter the tent, she removes the face covering that covers the lower part of her face.

And when her face is revealed, it was like unveiling perfection.

This is a young woman.

The face is perfect, the gait is beautiful, the movement is elegant, a most beautiful young woman.

No, beautiful is an understatement to describe the beauty of this young woman.

Her hair alone could enchant many men, a lustrous cascade of midnight black, flows like liquid silk, framing her face with a captivating elegance.

Each strand gleams under the gentle caress of light, creating an ethereal halo around her.

The smoothness of her locks whispers of care and attention, as if every strand were meticulously crafted by the hands of nature itself.

As she moves, her hair dances with a graceful fluidity, casting a spell of fascination upon all who behold her.

That is only her hair.

Her face alone is even more terrifying because of how perfect it is.

This kind of beauty is rarely seen, not in Yan, not in Roma, not in Yindu.

A beauty that only comes a thousand years.

as if perfection itself has been revealed to the world.

Every feature of her face harmonizes seamlessly, creating a visage of unparalleled beauty.

Her eyes, like pools of liquid sapphire, hold within them a depth that reflects the wisdom of ages and the innocence of youth simultaneously.

The gentle curve of her nose, the soft arch of her eyebrows, and the delicate sweep of her lashes all contribute to an exquisite symphony of aesthetics.

Her lips, adorned with a natural blush, curve into a serene smile that lights up her entire countenance, radiating warmth and kindness.

Her complexion, flawless and porcelain-like, glows with an inner luminosity that seems to emanate from within.

It’s as though she carries the very essence of beauty itself in every movement and gesture.

As she moves, her gait is a graceful ballet, each step a testament to elegance and poise.

Her movements are fluid, effortless, as if she were born to glide through life with the grace of a swan on a tranquil lake.

This woman would tempt any man. Any heroes would want a beautiful woman like this accompanying him in his life.

And this woman sits down near Fulqar. Fulqar look at this woman but there is no lust in her heart.

Instead, there is only worry that is etched on his face when he looks at this woman.

Beauty like this is a danger in the Steppe. One could not fathom how Fulqar has done his best to protect his daughter.

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