Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

The only problem is that these creatures are inherently chaotic and treacherous, making them extremely difficult to control. If the battle goes slightly wrong, they might turn on each other over a small amount of spoils; and if their leader dies, the entire swarm will crumble instantly, fleeing even faster than they arrived!

Take this war between the six races that concerns the survival of the race, for example. It has reached the final stage of the upgrade, yet the ten ratman clans are still arguing endlessly about electing a common "rat king". It is simply incomprehensible!

However, for now, they had managed to win over a portion of the forces, and with the addition of those profit-driven goblins skilled in engineering and demolition... with these two races as their henchmen, the pig-man commander had already sketched out a blueprint for victory. He was quite confident that in the storm to come, he could at least completely wipe both races off this land.

The first to be affected are naturally the most vulnerable humans.

Under their blockade, humanity is still huddled in that dilapidated little town, unable to find even a single player above level 60 who can hold their own. It's like a piece of fat meat right in front of us.

Therefore, they could first crush the humans with overwhelming force, then turn their attention to the simple-minded demon bears with only brute strength. As for the remaining eagle descendants... even if they couldn't conquer them on the front lines, they could turn around after annihilating two clans and then systematically defeat and eliminate the disorganized rat-man clans one by one!

By then, destroying three level 1 capital cities in succession will allow the pigmen's capital city to break through its limitations and be promoted to a level 2 capital city, thus breaking the level cap of 100!

Once that step is taken, the pigman warriors, now possessing even greater power, will be nothing compared to the mere eagle wings that only hide in the clouds and shoot arrows from the shadows.

The image of the city built in the clouds came to mind—

At this moment, atop the mountain range hidden in the clouds.

Countless enormous nests are built on the most precipitous cliffs, woven from resilient ancient vines, shimmering mithril, and pure white eagle feathers, gleaming with a pale golden luster in the sunlight.

At the very top of the mountain, atop the flattened summit, the Eagle Clan's capital, Cloudcrown City, displays a striking architectural style.

The buildings here rarely have wide, heavy foundations; instead, they feature countless slender spires piercing the clouds and suspended walkways like arched bridges.

The buildings are primarily constructed from locally quarried pale boulders, polished to a mirror-like smoothness that reflects the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds, giving the entire city a different luster at different times of day and under different lighting conditions.

All structures are filled with upward momentum:

Without exception, the roofs are either sharp pyramidal shapes or sword-like eaves pointing straight to the sky, as if they are ready to take off at any moment.

The columns are carved into the shape of folded wings or the claws of raptors, gripping the ground firmly, showing a sense of power and stability.

The windows are mostly long and narrow vertical windows, like the sharp eyes of a hawk, overlooking the boundless sea of ​​clouds and the earth below.

The buildings are connected by countless suspended bridges and openwork marble corridors, with almost no railings, because for the eagle-like people, leaping with their wings is the only way to travel. The entire city layout appears to be isolated, but in fact, it is closely connected by airways, full of fluidity and breathability.

In the city's central plaza, suspended in mid-air—the Eye of the Storm—the entire plaza is a massive dodecagonal platform, suspended from twelve enormous pillars by twelve thick iron chains. The platform is inlaid with dark blue luminescent stones and storm vortex totems outlined in silver threads. When the gale-force winds pass through the holes in the twelve "wind-singing pillars," the entire city resonates with a symphony of wind like an epic chant.

Overall, Cloudcrown City's style is a combination of "aloofness, sharpness, and holiness," perfectly showcasing the Eagle Clan's core spirit of worshipping the sky, believing in power, and standing aloof above all things.

At this very moment, in the council hall of the Twelve Dukes in the center of Storm's Eye Plaza, twelve Eagle-born players, all level 99 and possessing wings of varying colors yet equally magnificent, were discussing their case around a round table crafted from wind-polished jade. Their voices echoed intensely throughout the open lair—

"The intelligence has been confirmed! Those pig-headed people with mud-filled brains are colluding with the rats in the sewers!" A duke of the eagle lineage, whose wings gleamed with a metallic glint, spoke in a sharp voice, filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.

"That's their nature! Dirt attracts dirt!" Another eagle-born duke with fiery red wings slammed his fist on the table. "From an affiliation standpoint, pigmen, ratmen, and goblins—these three chaotic scum are born to stick together!"

An eagle-descended duke, seemingly the eldest with dark gray wings, said in a deep voice, "The rules of Cyber ​​Hell are fair. Six races, three chaotic, and the rest—us, the demon bears, and… those humans—belong to the Order faction. This is the opposing attribute the system has given us!"

"The Order Faction?" A mocking voice rang out, belonging to a young eagle-descended duke with magnificent golden wings. "Ha! The Demon Bear Clan clings to their snowy mountains, believing only in self-preservation. So what if their individual combat strength is extraordinary? There are only a few thousand of them—what use are they? As for humans… they can't even produce a single level 60 player! To ally with such 'allies' would only be a disgrace to our Eagle Clan!"

His words resonated with most of the dukes.

"Noble eagles are born to soar through the heavens, why should they stoop to associate with ants?" Duke Golden Wing spread his wings, his expression both impassioned and arrogant. "I believe the system placing us here precisely proves our strength is enough to take on three at once! This is the only reasonable balance!"

"Well said!"

"That's right! We don't need to rely on any outsiders!"

Amidst the arrogant clamor, a duke named Jan Lavie remained silent.

His wings were a rare, dark night blue, shimmering faintly in the light. He coldly observed his kin, their faces bearing the arrogance etched into their very bones, and a profound sense of powerlessness and sorrow welled up within him.

Arrogance... Haven't we paid a heavy price for our arrogance?

He clearly remembered that when the first six races arrived, humanity was not so weak.

They were just incredibly unlucky, as they were the first to be suppressed by the three chaotic factions joining forces.

The Eagle Clan, with their laughable arrogance, waited for humanity to "beg," missing the best opportunity to intervene; the Demon Bear Clan, on the other hand, only cared about themselves.

In a sense, it was the sacrifice of humanity that bought the Eagle Clan and the Demon Bear a precious period of peaceful development!

"We shouldn't have stood idly by when the three races sealed off humanity!"

He had offered to help, but his companions at the time rejected him with arrogance and shortsightedness.

"The weak have no right to live!"

"Hmph, protecting the weak? That will only tarnish our reputation!"

But is that really the case?

From the current perspective, this is tantamount to cutting off one's own arm!

If the three chaotic races had attacked the Eagle Clan together, the Eagle Clan would probably have suffered even more than the Humans.