She paused for a moment here, looking at the trusted aide standing at the tent entrance and gave an order.
"Convey my command, prepare the gear and set off immediately! I will personally head to the Northern Coast to express the Sand Ridge Tribe's loyalty and submission to the Demon King!"
"Yes!" The guard bowed and left the tent, quickly preparing.
The elders in the hall all knelt on one knee.
"We faithfully follow your will, Clan Mother."
Aisemata nodded slightly, left the people in the council hall and the map, and walked out of the tent briskly, spirits high, golden vertical pupils filled with impatient excitement.
There was no further need to discuss the migration.
Given the power currently displayed by the Demon King Army, not to mention a hundred thousand troops, even a million more would likely meet the same fate!
From now on, the Sand Ridge Clan will live proudly under the sunlight, no longer enduring the unreasonable plunder of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom!
