Above The Sky
Chapter 882 - 882 60 A Great Wind Will Arise W_6

882: Chapter 60 A Great Wind Will Arise (Chapter W)_6 882: Chapter 60 A Great Wind Will Arise (Chapter W)_6 Then, he reached the Third Energy Level.

And never returned.

—This is a disgrace.

Kord always thought so.

He thought, if someone else became the Dragon God’s Emissary, it wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.

If a Mountain Person of the Third Energy Level was willing to return from The Empire and lead them back to glory, then what harm was there?

Yes, he wanted to become the Dragon God’s Emissary, but making life better for his tribe was the true goal.

Since he could not reach the Third Energy Level, there were other ways to improve the lives of his people.

However, the Mountain Tribe had long saturated every corner of the mountains.

Kord looked around and realized there wasn’t a single stretch of land where he could make a difference—the increasingly large population of the Mountain People had become an issue.

Without relying on the food from The Empire, the Mountain People could hardly sustenance themselves.

This was a trap.

Not only were the Mountain People stuck in a dependency for food, but it also prevented each Mountain Tribe from advancing independently, forcing them to come into conflict with others.

Kord saw through this; of course he could, it was not some hidden conspiracy, but an overt scheme— for two hundred years, the Mountain People had been held by the throat by such strategies, unable to move, and had become what they were today.

Decades passed, and the once young boy had grown into middle age, gradually heading into his elder years.

The passion and dreams in Kord Jiamu’s heart had not extinguished.

He fought for the people of his tribe, for the future of the Jiamu Sect— for this, he didn’t hesitate to make dealings with Fiery Flame Land, even leading a group of Mountain People to boldly declare independence while poisoning the entirety of South Ridge.

He was well-versed in history, Inscriptions, and various martial arts.

He had wrestled with the Rift Land Behemoth in the depths of dense forests, faced off with Sharp-toothed Tigers in the mountains, had torn off the wings of Sub-Dragons, and had crushed the throats of his enemies with his own teeth.

He was intelligent, ferocious, and self-sacrificing—a perfect leader in the eyes of his own people.

But Kord Jiamu still couldn’t fathom the intentions behind Fiery Flame Land and The Empire; he really had no clue about this aspect.

It wasn’t because he was stupid, but because his world was just so big; his vision could only reach so far and was bound to be exploited by others.

Therefore— there was a need to venture out.

Not just to be independent, the Mountain People had to strike out, occupy the Agate Stone Plains and feed themselves… Only by doing this would the Mountain People have a future.

Of course, there was another, simpler method.

“Death.”

The middle-aged man murmured to himself: “As long as enough people die, as long as those tribes that hoard wealth without developing are obliterated, and focus is shifted to technology development, we will have a future, instead of being pawns in the power struggle between Fiery Flame Land and The Empire.”

“My brethren, you’ve done nothing wrong, if there’s to be blame…

it’s merely because you’ve become stagnant, blocking my greedy stride.”

Decades later, Kord Jiamu had stopped believing in the legend of the Dragon God’s Emissary.

It was just a story, a history, a title— the Mountain People would not suddenly have a Hero emerge to lead the declining populace to prosperity.

To really want to turn the dire situation around and improve, the fate of the Mountain People could only rely on their own hands, on a ruthless heart, and…

Sacrifice.

Preferably, the sacrifice of other tribes and not their own people.

This was a fact utterly contrary to that of the Dragon God’s Emissary.

If the Mountain People wanted to rise from their current misery and regain independence, they would have to sacrifice a part of what they had— naturally, Kord would not be willing to sacrifice his own people, so he could only send those he was less close with to their deaths.

It was an inevitable method.

And just then, in the far-off sky, a bolt of lightning suddenly streaked down, the brilliant light traversing the heavens pierced through the dark clouds, startling the Chieftain from his reverie.

The black clouds were surging upon themselves towards the upper strata, from the Self-Governing Frodo Territory to the Naku Mountain almost seeme like the eve of a storm— even a blind man could tell from the humid air that a downpour was imminent.

“This is…”

Kord frowned slightly, looking towards the center of the mountains, somewhat unsure of the situation: “This direction…

seems to be…

the Iron Dragon Nest?!”

At this revelation, Kord was alarmed, and another villager approached.

This was a stern-looking, taciturn man, the Chieftain of the Ronggang Tribe, who had always supported Kord as the leader of the Independent Villagers’ Alliance.

The Chieftain of the Ronggang Tribe whispered something to Kord, causing his face to change dramatically.

“Someone attacked my tribe, lured away those two Ironwing Dragons, and someone stormed into the tribe causing havoc?!”

Kord hadn’t expected to receive this news from the Chieftain of the Ronggang Tribe but considering he had indeed requested that others should not disturb him, only another tribe’s Chieftain could have bypassed his guards.

Regaining his composure, Chief Kord said sternly, “Don’t worry!

Since those people from the Xiawei Territory used bandit suppression as a pretext to take their main force and raid my tribe…

that means there won’t be many guards left in their own territory!”

“The Dragon Group has already launched a counter-raid, their losses will surely be greater than ours— the advantage is ours!”

The Chieftain of the Ronggang Tribe nodded slightly.

Of course, he would not tell the man before him that the intruders into the Jiamu Sect not only lured away those two Ironwing Dragons but also destroyed the Jiamu Sect’s Sacrificial Grand Hall and Alchemy Workshop, even many of the Elite Hunter guards were not spared— after all, he was an undercover agent, how could he possibly tell the full truth.

So, the reticent man said, “Now, those people are heading towards the Sacred Steel Dragon Nest at Holy Ground, someone needs to stop them.”

“Kord, should I lead the team back and stop these people from desecrating the Holy Ground, or say…”

“No.”

Chief Kord shook his head, interrupting him, “I’ll go back.”

Narrowing his eyes, the Chieftain gazed at the mountains far away where dark clouds were gathering, “No matter what they are doing at Man Cliff, they indeed can awaken the Holy Mountain and the Dragon Nest.

The technique and principles behind this can surely be utilized by us.”

“This is an opportunity.

Since they dare to split from the main group and raid the Iron Dragon Nest, they are betting I won’t return for the sake of the frontal battlefield— but I won’t let their wishes come true.”

Turning around, Kord spoke gravely, “Prepare my Armor Suit, get me the forward-battle wine ready for tomorrow morning’s decisive battle.”

“I’ll be right back!”