Since they are so arrogant, it saves him the effort of persuading them to take the initiative.
Let them go challenge the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom on their own.
Wait until both sides are equally wounded; that will be the best ti for the Wind Roar Tribe to strike!
As for the threat of "surrender or death," Urga didn't take it seriously at all. After all, the conflict between these outsiders and the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom is far ahead of him, and they won't decide his fate just yet.
At this mont, a scout suddenly ran in from outside the cave, reporting hurriedly.
"Report! The army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom appeared in the northern forest of the Sun Step Mountain Range, numbering in the tens of thousands! From the direction of the logistics team's movent, their target is the Northern Coast!"
Urga, hearing this news, lit up with excitent, laughed loudly.
"Haha, it seems the Dragon God's anger arrives on the heads of these foolish outsiders even before the Sky God's wrath!"
Tens of thousands of Armored Dragon Soldiers!
It seems that the Holy King soaking in the lake is taking this seriously!
As the strongest force on the Gana Continent, the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom possesses the most powerful army on this land. Even as their enemy, Urga must admit this.
When tens of thousands of Armored Dragon Soldiers charge together, that overwhelming force would make even the Sun Step Mountain Range tremble!
He has no doubt those dead crabs lying on the beach wouldn't last a single round; they'd be drowned in the sea!
Or perhaps—
Captured by the Armored Dragon Clan and offered to the Dragon God as sacrifices!
Not just Urga.
The other Lizardn inside the cave also lit up with joy, mocking those arrogant outsiders as if seeing their tragic fate.
Upon learning that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom had dispatched such an enormous army, Sak, kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet, for so reason, when he thought of the scenes he saw in the Demon King Army Camp earlier, his heart involuntarily jumped to his throat.
Would it really go so smoothly?
Just as he was pondering this, the Wind Chief suddenly leaped down from the seat and strode towards the cave's entrance, spreading the wings on his back!
Violent currents rushed into the cave, Sak looked at him in surprise and instinctively blurted.
"Wind Chief... what are you doing?"
Urga grinned, squinting his eyes as he looked at the distant mountains and rainforests, speaking softly.
"Such a brilliant spectacle would be too much of a pity to miss!"
After saying this, he glanced at the Lizardman warriors following behind, commanding with authority.
"Kadar, bring my Personal Guard and follow!"
"Let's watch how long those arrogant guys can last under the anger of the Dragon God and the Sky God!"
The Lizardman nad Kadar's eyes flashed a glint, ford a fist with his right paw, and a cruel smile cracked at the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, sir!"
...
Surrounded by over ten trusted aides, Urga spread his wings and leaped into the air, leaving the mountains where the Wind Roar Tribe resided.
anwhile, on the other side, the three thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers led by Kuchal were marching spectacularly through the rainforest, heading towards the Northern Coast!
Unlike typical Lizardn, these bloodthirsty warriors were robust, draped in vine armor, holding obsidian spears and battle axes, their eyes burning like fire, with chests solid as walls. Their heavy breathing and the booming war drums made the entire forest tremble under the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's majesty!
As the elite of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, their forte was directly demolishing enemy positions. That's why they never knew what stealth was — nor did they care to hide their tracks.
Leading the vanguard of the army, General Kuchal sat atop a massive Dragon Turtle, gazing coldly toward the front.
Such a colossal commotion, those stranded outsiders on the beach couldn't possibly not hear it. Surely, they are trembling in the tidal waves rising on the land!
Thinking of this, Kuchal couldn't help but smile, the bloodlust in his slit-pupiled eyes growing fiercer.
The more a prey struggles, the more panic it shows, indicating that the soul within its shell is vibrant and strong, thus making it an ideal sacrifice!
Slaughtering it amidst its terrified screams, pouring blood laden with fear upon the pyramid at the center of the Holy Lake — nothing is more fitting as a gift to the Dragon God!
Presumably, the despair of those pitiful insects should be enough to quell the Dragon God's anger and restore the unstable Barrier to tranquility...
Although Trakel had suffered losses at the hands of those outsiders, Kuchal did not pay them much attention.
After all, that guy was rely a hunter. Whether in personal strength or the capability of his troops, he couldn't compare to a General like himself.
A monster that walks on land without feet or wheels?
Such a creature might surprise a seasoned hunter, but for him and his army, it would only count as an exotic trophy at best.
Hopefully, its head isn't too ugly!
While Kuchal was contemplating how to tornt these "guests" who traveled all the way here, a loud screech echoed from above.
He looked up sharply, seeing dozens of Wind Lizards flying overhead, circling once before flying towards the southern hills.
Watching the direction in which those Wind Lizards disappeared, Kuchal sneered softly, his amber slit pupils slightly narrowing.
A Lizardman covered in obsidian scales over vine armor briskly walked to his side, reporting in a low voice.
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