The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

In the depths of the Sun Step Mountain Range, atop a towering peak, the wind roared all year round, accompanied by the occasional loud shrieks—

Typically, those were the sounds of courtship.

As the Lizardman clan most akin to Giant Dragons on the Gana Continent, the Wind Lizard Clan not only possessed wings envied by other Lizardmen, but their lifestyle also closely resembled that of the legendary Giant Dragons.

As offspring of the Sky God Uranus and Dragon God Gu Tafu, they considered themselves children of the sky, believing that only the most perilous peaks were worthy of their dwelling.

Of course, it was also possible that they migrated to these desolate mountains because their predators lived in the lowlands.

At this moment, in a cave hidden among the peaks, the Wind Roar Tribe's Great Wind Chief and the tribe's Elders were holding an important meeting concerning the tribe's future fate.

The cold, hard rock walls were engraved with ancient "Storm Seals," and the faint glow of magic seeped from these inscriptions, illuminating the dark and mysterious cave space and casting light on faces glistening with scales and ambition.

"Everyone, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

In the cave, a strong Wind Lizardman spoke passionately, his amber vertical pupils shining brightly, his right claw clenched into a fist in front of him.

"...Outsiders from the Ancient Continent have once again set foot on our shores, and this time they have appeared in the heartland of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom! Unlike before, they have not only survived the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's Hunting Team but have also taken root on the beach! If we can form an alliance with them, it will surely deal a heavy blow to those hypocritical, greedy, and deceitful Armored Dragon Clan!"

A murmur of whispers spread through the cave, except for the emotionless Urga Wind Split seated in the chief's position, while the other Lizardmen exchanged glances, gauging their leader's intent and contemplating their own interests.

Truth be told, Urga was not concerned about their opinions.

Regarding the alliance, he had already made up his mind, and the purpose of this meeting was merely to convey his will to the Elders and see who might oppose it.

Unlike the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, the Wind Roar Tribe did not have a cumbersome bureaucratic system or complicated factions. The strongest in the tribe was the leader, and the leader's will was the tribe's will. As the Great Wind Chief, he needed no one's support; anyone who opposed would have their wings broken and be thrown off the highest mountain.

Even though forming an alliance with outsiders did not seem like a good idea, the opposing Elders dared not openly rebut and hesitantly said in a doubtful tone.

"But the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom isn't easy to deal with... The outsiders' strength may be formidable, but the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom is also substantial. Over the past thousand years, countless ships from the Ancient Continent have been stranded on the coast, ending up as offerings on altars. So what's the meaning of allying with a group destined to perish?"

This sentiment received considerable agreement from the Lizardmen.

Indeed.

Though the outsiders on the coast fended off the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's attack, ultimately, it was only a Hunting Team that attacked them.

If the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom dispatched a regular army, their fate might not be much better than their predecessors.

Yet upon hearing the Elder's doubts, the strong Wind Lizardman merely smiled slightly, continuing unperturbed.

"That's precisely why we should ally with them! Only when they are weak and in need of us will the alliance hold enough sway over them, allowing us to make them heed our words, becoming our pawns against the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom! If they were much stronger than us, we would instead become their puppets, and such an imbalanced alliance would be meaningless to us!"

The Elder sitting in the corner of the cave's eyes briefly shone, and the previously silent Great Wind Chief also nodded slightly, eyes showing approval.

This young fellow was talented, having essentially grasped most of his plan.

The alliance was merely a façade.

His true intent was to leverage the power of those outsiders from the Ancient Continent to weaken the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom.

Fulfill the alliance's terms?

He hadn't even considered it.

The Wind Lizard Clan were children of the sky, residing on the most perilous peaks of these mountains, without even permanent dwellings. The most their allies could receive was a verbal promise; as for substantive help, they shouldn't even hope for it.

Perhaps when the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was utterly defeated, they might descend the mountain to plunder a bit, which would count as mutual benefit.

Observing the expression on the Great Wind Chief's face, the Elder who had previously raised doubts sighed inwardly, realizing the decision was already made, and perhaps even the emissaries were already dispatched.

Nonetheless, out of responsibility to the tribe, he cautiously reminded.

"What if the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom retaliates against us for this?"

"Retaliate? Ha ha!" The robust Wind Lizardman sneered disdainfully, speaking in a mocking tone, "In the past thousand years, have they not humiliated us enough? Think of all the things they've done to us! They hunt our kin like prey, capture our people, and offer us as sacrifices on their altars... We're merely reclaiming a bit of interest from those ruffians!"