The Savage Bone Mountains, the Half-Orc Tribe.
The Old Wolf King sat on a stone chair covered in animal hides. He had been busy selecting a Beast King lately, and it had left him somewhat exhausted.
At that moment, his cloudy eyes were fixed on the Great Xia envoy before him.
After several seconds of silence,
"We... we are willing to form an alliance!"
"I will speak with the other tribes of the Half-Orc Clan about allying with Great Xia!"
"We will stand together against the Demon Clan!"
The envoy inwardly relaxed and bowed.
"A wise decision, Chieftain."
Dragon's Resting Place, the Floating Mountains Range.
The Dragons King lay on a massive rock, his golden slit pupils fixed on the Great Xia envoy before him.
He remained silent for a long time.
He drew a deep breath, his voice low.
"We cannot escape or hide from the calamity facing the Terra Continent."
"The Dragons Clan is willing to form an alliance with Great Xia."
"We will stand together against the Demon Clan."
The envoy inwardly relaxed and bowed.
"A wise decision, Your Majesty."
Inside a reception room in Great Xia's Fief.
Smiling, Lin Mo took out a pack of Huazi, pulled out two cigarettes, and offered them to Thorin.
Thorin accepted one and put it between his lips. He looked at Lin Mo somewhat suspiciously and said,
"Mr. Lin, that smile of yours... why does it give me the chills?"
Thorin had picked up a smoking habit at Great Xia's internet cafés.
There was a reason people said smoking and drinking went hand in hand, wasn't there?
Lin Mo's hand froze as he took out his lighter. With an awkward chuckle, he lit Thorin's cigarette and said,
"What are you talking about? There are two blazing suns in