Uyana shook her head.

"He didn't say anything, but I think his silence already explained everything... including the Dragon God, the gods acquiesced to the changes he brought us."

A commotion stirred among the Lizardmen.

Urga's eyes slightly squinted, then relaxed the scales at the corners, quietly waiting for the Elder of the Tide Clan to continue.

"Ms. Bransia has already made it very clear; the Demon King is not consulting us about the fate of the Great Barrier but informing us of the upheaval that will occur in three days. I believe he isn't joking with us... especially standing on the ruins of Assam City."

After a pause, she continued.

"Our Tide Clan resides along the coast, migrating in pursuit of fish schools, often witnessing giant beasts leap out from the sea, stirring tsunami-like waves. If we compare the Gana Continent to an enormous sea beast, we are like barnacles living on its back... everyone can imagine that scene. It would be an unprecedented wave; not only us, but the entire world might be affected!"

Upon hearing this remark, the lizardmen around finally changed their expressions.

"Speaking of it... I think I recall something."

Aisemata stepped forward, stood beside Uyana, and solemnly surveyed the heads of various tribes around.

"In the murals of the Sand Ridge Clan, it is recorded that on the day the Great Barrier formed, the world changed color, the mountains shook like a startled python turning over, and black clouds covered the sky. Murky yellow sand swept across the Central Desert, with seven days and nights of darkness, all well water transforming into black mud... I think if the cost of establishing the barrier was so immense, then what about its dissolution?"

People were aghast, looking at Aisemata, and some aged Elders had increasingly difficult expressions, seemingly recalling the ancient prophecy of the tsunami from a thousand years ago.

"This matter is also recorded in the murals of the Wind Roar Clan." Urga's voice was hoarse, and his expression was fearful, yet there was also a trace of relief.

Uranus above.

Thank you for granting your people the wings to soar the skies!

"Sun God above..." The priestess from the Sun Tribe raised her face covered by a veil, her expression pained as she prayed to the sun, "Please protect your people."

The scene was in chaos.

Uyana used her staff to stomp on the ground, signaling the lizardmen to quiet down.

Her gaze swept over their anxious faces, with a tender determination written into her eyes.

"We don't have time to hesitate; we must immediately lead our people to safety... migrate toward the Sun Step Mountain Range or the Central Desert area until the turbulent time passes. According to the records in the prophecy, these places are relatively safe."

As she spoke, she looked towards the Wind Roar Tribe's Wind Chief Urga, speaking earnestly.

"The Tide Clan needs your help. When everything is over, we will reward you for extending a helping hand to us."

The Central Desert was too far for the Tide Clan; three days would never suffice for them to migrate there.

Facing that earnest gaze, this time, Urga did not mock and even dropped his folded arms.

Though he did not like other tribes, he understood the principle of skin being indispensable for hair to attach.

The tsunami was but the first wave of impact from the external world.

They afterward would face more outsiders from beyond the sea, and the Tide Tribe would become their first barrier.

"The Wind Roar Tribe will provide support. Not only for the Tide Clan, but for any tribes migrating toward the Sun Step Mountain Range; during the journey, we will assist in finding resting areas within the mountains, providing supplies and assistance—until this storm passes."

This response was unexpected to many Lizardmen and brought a refreshing breeze to the heavy pessimistic atmosphere in the square.

In the next moment, another voice sounded in the wind, rugged with a hint of gravel, yet retaining a solemn and composed manner.

"The Sand Ridge Clan... will not stand aside either."

Aisemata Hamaka spoke slowly, sweeping away her usual laziness and frivolity, her demeanor gaining a queen-like majesty.

"We will open the oasis and underground passages in the desert, providing shelter and sustenance to all tribes choosing the Central migration route—until the calamity fades, and the blazing sun rises again."

"Including the Armored Dragon Clan."

Siya cast an approving glance toward her sister, the Clan Mother.

The Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom no longer exists; rather than dwell on past grievances, it's better to strategically shift, use this opportunity to win hearts, and accumulate chips for the Sand Ridge Clan on the larger stage of the United Kingdom, paving the way for negotiations in the Chief Council, and perhaps compete for the position of King of the Chosen.

The Armored Dragon Clan has twelve seats, which are worth vying for.

Uyana, the Prophet of the Tide Clan, also relaxed the scales on her brow, showing a comforting smile, pleased that the Sand Ridge Clan also prioritized the bigger picture.

Gazing at Aisemata's tall figure, the Elder from the Niezha Tribe showed grateful eyes and solemnly remarked.

"The Niezha Clan won't forget your help..."

Not only him—

The rising voices of gratitude quickly spread around.

"Us too!"

"Thank you..."

Watching Aisemata's unprecedented high prestige, High Priest Zel of the Armored Dragon Clan, though uninterested in competing for the United Kingdom King position, still sighed lightly.

"I didn't expect that one day we would need your help... I won't forget this favor. I will repay you indeed in the future."

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