Lin Feng listened to this intelligence, his mind spinning rapidly.
Wasn't Chidori County the county town to the north of the Crying Rift Valley?
When he had gone to the Rift Valley alone to farm monsters before, he had personally killed so Orcs.
Looking at it now, those Orcs must have escaped from the Rift Valley.
As for why that Orc Army headed north to attack Sakura Country instead of coming south to attack Fenghuo County, Lin Feng understood after a mont's thought.
Fenghuo County was a hundred miles southwest of the Crying Rift Valley, separated by the Stone Forest and Canglang Plain.
The Stone Forest's terrain was complex, making it difficult for large units to pass through;
The Canglang Plain was sparsely populated, lacking even a decent village.
The Orc Army would have to have lost their minds to run toward this southern backwater.
Heading north was different; Chidori County was a powerful county in Sakura Country, dripping with wealth. The gains from plundering it were far higher than plundering Fenghuo County.
Lin Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he didn't dare relax completely.
Alien races didn't play by the rules; who knew if they would change their minds one day.
He subconsciously thought of the secret of the Special Village Establishnt Order, which would be exposed sooner or later.
Once exposed, would the alien races make it a target? He didn't know.
But he knew that ti was running out for him.
The Great Wall had to be built before the alien races moved south on a large scale, and the Dungeon had to be cleared before the seal was lifted.
Collect the Mithril within fifteen days, kill the Nightmare Corrupt Dragon Beast, and obtain the dragon heart. Not a single step could go wrong.
He looked up, glancing at the two silent backs in the direction of the Gold Seat.
Level 40 Lords were still facing the alien races as if they were a formidable enemy; he was just a Level 26 'Third Rank'.
What right did he have to slack off? Relying on luck?
Luck always runs out one day. Relying on trump cards? Trump cards are used up one by one.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his chaotic thoughts.
The most important thing right now was to finish the eting, then return to the Nightmare World and follow the plan step by step.
Zhou Guosheng reported intelligence from several other regions, but Lin Feng's attention was no longer on that.
His mind was filled with Orcs, Undead, alien armies, and that Dungeon within his territory.
"The fourth agenda item—" Zhou Guosheng's voice pulled him back to reality, "whether to support the Tieba Kingdom."
A voting interface popped up on the light screen. Supporting the Tieba Kingdom required the various territories of the South Pole Region's Great Sumr to dispatch troops or resources, coordinated by Zhenyue City, to assist the Tieba Kingdom in holding that City-level territory.
Lin Feng looked at the three buttons in front of him: Approve, Oppose, Abstain.
He didn't hesitate and directly pressed Abstain.
It wasn't that he was cold-blooded, but Fenghuo County was currently overwheld with its own problems.
The fifteen hundred Elite Soldiers were still training, the Great Wall hadn't been built, the Dungeon hadn't been explored, and enough Mithril hadn't been collected.
He had no extra troops or resources to support the Tieba Kingdom seven hundred kiloters away.
Only by stabilizing his own territory could he talk about helping others.
The voting results ca out quickly.
Gold Seat: Three votes in favor, fifteen votes.
Silver Seat: Nine votes in favor, eighteen votes.
Copper Seat: Eighteen votes in favor, seven votes against, seven abstentions.
Total votes in favor exceeded half; it passed.
Zhou Guosheng did not comnt on the voting results, rely nodding and recording the outco on the light screen.
Zhou Guosheng's voice echoed in the council hall: "The fifth agenda item—the proposal regarding Lin Feng's promotion to the Silver Seat and his acquisition of the right to use a gold-grade accessory."
The council hall fell silent instantly.
That silence wasn't the silence of listening intently, but rather like being struck by sothing—brief and bewildering.
Then, an uproar!
Everyone turned to look at the Copper Seat area, at the young man sitting in the thirty-first chair.
Gazes were like countless arrows, shooting in from all directions.
There was shock, envy, resentnt, and also expressionless faces.
The Copper Seat Lords had the biggest reaction: so mouths hung open, so nearly dropped their teacups, so whispered to neighbors, and so stared at Lin Feng with eyes full of complex emotions.
The Silver Seat area was relatively restrained, but it wasn't without ripples.
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Only the three Silver Seat Lords from Zhenyue City looked normal, even carrying a hint of a smile.
The three chairs on the Gold Seat remained silent.
The two Level 40 Lords neither looked back nor spoke, simply sitting there quietly like two mountains.
Ma Dehou was the first to react.
He spun around abruptly, grabbed Lin Feng's arm, and his voice cracked with excitent:
"Lin Feng! See what I told you! What did I say! You should be sitting in a silver chair! I wasn't wrong!"
Lin Feng was shaken so hard his body tilted; before he could speak, Jiang Zhaoyue to his left also turned her head.
Her face was written with disbelief; those eyes that were always calm were now wide open, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say sothing but didn't know what.
Gold-grade accessories were too precious.
In the entire Great Sumr, no more than twenty Lords possessed a gold-grade accessory.
It wasn't just a symbol of strength, but a symbol of status.
Every gold-grade accessory in the national reserve was numbered and recorded; one couldn't get one without absolute strength.
She looked at Lin Feng, silent for two breaths before suppressing the shock in her heart. A slight smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as she whispered, "Congratulations."
Lin Feng nodded to her and smiled at Ma Dehou.
His heart was beating much faster than usual, but he could still maintain his composure on the surface.
Happiness had co too suddenly; he had originally planned to wait until the Great Wall was built and use the next Eye of Probability to get a gold-grade accessory.
Now getting one for free saved not just ti, but also a precious use of the Eye of Probability.
In his heart, he silently thanked the General Bureau, the country, and the three people on the Gold Seat he had never spoken to.
Zhou Guosheng raised his hand to signal for silence.
The discussions in the council hall gradually subsided, and everyone's gaze returned to the podium.
"Lin Feng, eighteen years old, awakened for over a hundred and twenty days. Last night, he single-handedly repelled a double-strength Nightmare Tide, killing five thousand Yellow Turban Army and two Rare Bosses.
He has currently reached the Third Rank, his Strength attribute has exceeded sixty, and he has unlocked attribute special effects."
Zhou Guosheng's voice was steady, but every word carried weight.
"According to Article 3 of the 'Great Sumr Lord Special Contribution Regulations', the General Bureau proposes: Lin Feng be promoted to the Silver Seat and granted the right to use a gold-grade accessory. Now, let us vote."
The voting interface popped up on the light screen.
Lin Feng took a deep breath and reached out to press the button in front of him—Approve.
Jiang Zhaoyue also pressed Approve.
Ma Dehou pressed it without the slightest hesitation, even turning back to give Lin Feng a thumbs up.
The voting results were displayed quickly.
Gold Seat: Three votes in favor.
Silver Seat: Zhenyue City's three votes in favor, one abstention, five opposed.
Copper Seat: Thirteen votes in favor, fifteen opposed, four abstentions.
Total votes in favor barely exceeded half. Passed.
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