Heavenly War God

A goal of waiting always made one's emotions surge.    

Lordan knew that the other members of the Rakshasa Clan also knew that in ten years, these hundred plus children would be the hope for the Rakshasa Clan to rise.    

In the past ten years, the Rakshasa Clan was still bullied and oppressed.    

The Rakshasa Clan was the same as before, still offering sacrifices and remaining submissive.    

The other tribes felt that the weakness of the Rakshasa Clan had become a habit, and it was already reflected in their bones.    

They thought that this natural inferiority would be passed down from generation to generation.    

With hope, time would no longer be boring. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye, just like the ancestors of the Rakshasa Clan, sealed in the endless soil.    

These hundred plus children had already grown up. After being taught by Lordan, they had already become true warriors.    

However, in front of outsiders, these warriors were nothing different than the ones who had been mocked and bullied by Lordan.    

This made the other races feel that the Rakshasa Clan, this lowly race, no matter what they look like, will not affect them at all.    

The time was still right.    

The current Luo Erdan had already become the leader of the Rakshasa.    

One night, when Luo Erdan gave the order, all the warriors of the Rakshasa Clan gathered together.    

"Brave warriors, it's time for everything of the Rakshasa Clan to return!"    

The anticipation of countless generations of Rakshasa's people gathered on the warriors of the Rakshasa Clan.    

These warriors, for the supreme honor of the Rakshasa Clan, would create miracles and glory one after another on this land.    

More than a hundred children who changed the innate conditions led the Rakshasa Clan towards their dream-like future.    

They were sharp, bloodthirsty, and had the ability to see through opportunities.    

In just one night, more than thirty tribes that had bullied them the most had all disappeared from this land.    

None of these tribes had survived.    

The heads of these tribes were all hung on the flagpoles that they were once proud of.    

The next day, when they saw the black mass of heads, the remaining tribes were already scared out of their wits.    

When they saw the mighty warriors of the Rakshasa Clan, Their knees went soft, and they all knelt down.    

With this kneeling, the humiliation and blood tears of the Rakshasa Clan were all returned.    

The Luosha Clan did not use any weapons, and they had taken over another hundred or so tribes. Their forces were unprecedentedly strong.    

Those tribes that the Rakshasa Clan hadn't been to had long heard of the Rakshasa Clan's deeds.    

They sent back the Rakshasa Clan's women and treasures in a panic, along with countless food.    

They only had one request, to spare their dog lives.    

At this point, the southern part of the continent had been completely controlled by the Rakshasa Clan.    

In less than two days, the ocean changed into mulberry fields. The Rakshasa Clan that had once been humiliated had now become the most respected person in the southern part of the continent.    

The tribes that had submitted to the Rakshasa Clan had actually started fighting over which tribe to submit to earlier.    

Lordan had no choice but to take care of the two fighting tribe leaders before suppressing this matter.    

Although that was the case, the problem of the secret comparisons between the other tribes had yet to be completely eradicated.    

They thought that those who submitted earlier would have more foresight than those who submitted later. Their status would also be higher than those who submitted later.    

Later, the tribes that had basically submitted together began to work together to bully the tribes that had submitted later, just like how they had teamed up to bully the Rakshasa Tribe.    

Lordan knew the inferiority of these tribes. He also knew that their structure and vision would never be a threat to the Rakshasa Tribe again.    

Since they like to fight and fight, then let them fight. Fighting to the death, there was no need for him to waste his time dealing with it.    

Under Lordan's lead, the Rakshasa Clan's expansion didn't stop.    

In half a year, the Rakshasa Clan's flag had already spread across half of the continent.    

This rate of expansion was beyond the imagination of the other tribes, much less the Rakshasa Clan itself.    

The legends of the Rakshasa tribe were floating around the continent day and night.    

At the same time, a white terror began to envelop the remaining tribes, as if the Rakshasa Clan had been on tenterhooks all those years ago.    

The feeling of being a superior made the Rakshasa feel a bit dazed.    

In such a short period of time, they were unable to digest the excitement and glory brought about by the expansion.    

Just as Lordan struck while the iron was hot and continued to head north, something that was equivalent to a disaster for the Rakshasa Clan happened.    

The young and wise Lordan didn't know if it was because of the excessive killings that the heavens began to punish him, or if it was because of the painstaking efforts he had put in over the years, the lamp that had been burned out of oil.    

Without any warning, Roldan had died.    

This genius who led the Rakshasa Clan to glory had fallen; The tree that the Rakshasa Clan could rely on and rely on had been uprooted; the spiritual pillar that made all the Rakshasa warriors believe firmly collapsed.    

The Rakshasa tribe was filled with wails.    

The Rakshasa tribe was filled with cries that shook the sky.    

However, Lordan once said that the heavens didn't believe in tears. No matter how much the Rakshasa clan mourned, this genius wouldn't come back.    

The Rakshasa clan's march up north also stopped because of Lordan's death.    

The reason was simple.    

Lordan's death was too sudden, he didn't even have time to appoint the new leader of the Rakshasa. Perhaps, Lordan thought that death was still a long way from him.    

No matter what, the enormous Rakshasa Clan was now without a leader.    

The biggest advantage of the Rakshasa clan is still unity.    

They buried Lordan and elected the one he liked the most among the hundred children as the new leader of the Rakshasa clan.    

The march up north began once again.    

The Rakshasa Clan knew that Lordan and the previous ancestors of the Rakshasa Clan were watching them from the sky, watching them regain their glory.    

Unfortunately, without Lordan, the Rakshasa Clan's fighting power was countless times weaker.    

They couldn't defeat the resistance of the Rakshasa Clan and suffered heavy casualties.    

The Rakshasa Tribe saw clearly that only Lordan could lead them to glory.    

But now that Luo Erdan was dead, with their abilities, if they could defend the land that Luo Erdan had conquered, it would be enough to comfort Luo Erdan's soul in heaven.    

The Rakshasa clan's territory will forever remain here.    

Without Lordan, the Rakshasa Tribe's ability to expand would be greatly reduced, but they could still defend.    

For many years, even though the tribes that had attached themselves to the Rakshasa Tribe had rebelled, they were quickly suppressed by the Rakshasa Tribe.    

The Rakshasa tribes continued to write glory after glory on this land.    

The Rakshasa tribe once again began to wait for a long time, waiting for another Roldan to appear in the future.    

As time passed, the stack of bamboo slips in Lordan's handwritten book had long been buried in the long river of history.    

Replacing them was a piece of paper that was flexible and easy to carry.