The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

However, Luo Yan was not in a hurry to summon this opportunistic leader who voluntarily aligned with him; instead, he chose to leave the guy hanging for a day.

"Go and tell Urga that I am currently in meditation and don't have time to see him today. Let him set up camp outside our encampment and take a short rest. I will summon him when I have time."

Saying this, Luo Yan suddenly thought of something else and continued.

"Remember to arrange them next to the Sand Ridge Tribe's mission residence... If other tribal missions arrive, also arrange them nearby."

When there is a group of bootlickers, letting them compete with each other is the way of kings.

The acolyte nodded respectfully.

"As you command."

...

At this moment, Urga had no idea what the respected Demon King was thinking and actually believed he was truly in meditation, so he obediently set up camp next to the Sand Ridge Tribe's mission.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the territory of the Sand Ridge Clan, the shadow of war had not yet completely dispersed.

After all, not everyone could get first-hand information from the "Catastrophe OL" official site, and it took time for intelligence to be transmitted.

In the council hall of the Sand Ridge Tribe, the candlelight was dim, and under the spacious tent gathered a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, the air so gloomy it felt like it could rain any moment.

In front of a large stone platform where a map was spread out, a tall and dignified female Lizardman stood solemnly.

Her scales were noble gold, shimmering brilliantly in the firelight, with a gem-encrusted golden crown atop her head, making her appear all the more noble and elegant. A long tail hung gently behind her, and the obsidian-armored robe outlined her slender figure, exuding an imposing dignity.

She was the Clan Mother of the Sand Ridge Tribe—Aisemata Hamaka, also known by many Sand Ridge Clan Lizardmen as "Mother Hamaka" or "Lady Hamaka."

At this moment, the elders standing around the map appeared anxious, conversing in hushed tones.

"...The Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's hundred-thousand-strong army has already reached the Double-tailed Rift Valley, and by the day after tomorrow, they can reach our outpost set at Quicksand Hills."

"The reinforcements provided by Lord Demon King amount to less than a hundred, which doesn't change the tide of the war; perhaps General Cassa and his three thousand elites can only delay the situation a bit."

"We should migrate, Clan Mother! We must immediately retreat to the wilderness in the southwest... Even if we lose our current territory, it is better than having our entire clan exterminated by those bloodthirsty beasts."

The elders' voices were filled with anxiety, with deep worry and unease in each of their eyes.

Aisemata silently stared at the map, understanding that the elders' worries were not unfounded.

Three thousand against a hundred thousand, the outcome of this battle seemed almost without question. It seemed the Demon King had already given up on them.

As the leader of the Sand Ridge Clan, she must and could only prepare for the worst.

"I understand everyone's concerns..."

Her voice was calm yet firm. Looking at the flags and markers on the map, she finally made a decision.

"Cassa will win us the necessary time, and what we need to do now is to preserve the tribe's flame as much as possible with the help of the Demon King."

She paused, just about to continue speaking when a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the council hall. A messenger burst in, gasping for breath, kneeling on the ground, and shouted excitedly:

"Clan Mother, good news from the front line!"

"Speak," Aisemata moved her scales slightly but was not very hopeful.

The messenger, hanging his head low, continued speaking incoherently.

"The Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's hundred-thousand-strong army has been utterly defeated! Not only that, but their commander Bakar was killed in action, and the Armored Dragon soldiers have become a chaotic mess, retreating completely to the rear! General Cassa and the reinforcements sent by Lord Demon King held the line... We won, Clan Mother!!!"

Win...?

In an instant, the entire council hall fell into a deathly silence.

The elders looked at each other, and for a moment no one spoke, nor did they know what expression to make.

Aisemata was also stunned for a moment, as if doubting that she had heard wrong.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses, her voice trembling slightly.

"Are you sure... that the army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom has been repelled?"

The messenger nodded firmly.

"Absolutely! I could wager my life on it! Although the reinforcements sent by the Demon King numbered less than a hundred, they were able to use... uh, a special spell!"

"With that divinely powerful strength, they easily routed the front line of the Armored Dragon Clan and killed the enemy commander Bakar in battle! Cassa led three thousand warriors in pursuit, throwing the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's army into chaos and causing them to retreat beyond the Central Desert!"

The elders in the hall finally came to their senses, exclamations of excitement echoing one after another:

"This... how is it possible?"

"Unbelievable!"

"Hiss... Who knew the Demon King Army's strength was this formidable?!"

"No matter what, our tribe is finally saved! Lady Hamaka, this must be the work of fate!"

Aisemata could not conceal her excitement either, the golden vertical pupils reflecting a gleam of joy.

She clenched her fists, taking a deep breath, and solemnly said:

"It seems we underestimated the prowess of Lord Demon King and his regard for his allies."

She slowly turned around, a new resoluteness and respect in her eyes:

"Everyone, aside from Atiya's will, I cannot explain such an incredible victory. Fate has clearly told us that the future of the Sand Ridge Clan is destined to be closely tied with Lord Demon King."