As he flew over the North Gate, he looked down and saw Jiang Zhaoyue, Jiang Yelan, Zhao Hu, and Tie Dun—nearly all the core mbers had arrived, and over a dozen people were already standing outside the city gate.
They looked up at him, their faces filled with an irrepressible, excited, and incredulous expression.
Lin Feng landed, and the Wildfire Spear swayed slightly on his back.
The crowd sward around him, and Tie Dun spoke first, his voice cracking: "Lord! Did Zhenyue City really submit to us? I'm not dreaming, am I? Pinch !"
Wang Wu, standing beside him, expressionlessly pinched his arm. Tie Dun let out an "Ouch!" and then grinned, "It hurts! It's real! It's not a dream!"
Feng Qingyan's beautiful eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "Lord Lin! You are just too amazing! Zhenyue City has actually submitted to Beacon Fire Territory! This is just too unbelievable!"
Tie Dun was still excited and slapped Zhao Hu on the shoulder: "Brother Hu, don't you think our Lord is a natural overlord? How long has it been? From Black Wind Camp to the submission of ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) Zhenyue City, I wouldn't even dare to dream of this! Now that Zhenyue City has joined us, those Orcs are nothing but paper tigers; we'll kill as many as co!"
Zhao Hu glanced at him and said expressionlessly: "You hit too hard."
Tie Dun quickly pulled his hand back and chuckled foolishly.
Feng Qingyan laughed so hard her shield wavered, and she turned to pull on Su Yurou's sleeve: "Look, Yu Rou, Brother Tie Dun is being silly again."
Su Yurou smiled, pursing her lips, and nodded gently.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't speak. She stood on the outermost edge of the crowd, her silver-white spear leaning against her side, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Feng.
Lin Feng noticed her gaze, looked over, and smiled slightly at her.
Jiang Zhaoyue's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a beautiful arc.
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze. Once the laughter had subsided, he said with a serious expression: "It is a good thing that Zhenyue City has joined us, but everyone knows the reason behind it; the threat from the Orcs is far beyond our imagination."
His voice deepened as his gaze swept across the crowd: "After Zhenyue City's submission, our strength has increased, but our responsibilities have also grown heavier. We cannot afford to have any illusions about the alien races, and we must never slacken. Do you all understand?"
The smiles on everyone's faces slowly faded, and they all nodded earnestly.
Feng Qingyan nodded with a serious expression, like a chick pecking at rice, while muttering: "Mm, mm, mm, the Lord is right, we cannot slacken, we cannot slacken..."
Watching her, Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh again, his tone softening: "I was a bit serious just now. I just hope everyone takes the Orc threat seriously and doesn't get carried away just because Zhenyue City has joined us."
Zhao Hu said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Lord, we know what we're doing."
Tie Dun also thumped his chest: "The Lord is right! Even if I, Tie Dun, get carried away, I won't float over the city walls!"
Everyone laughed.
Lin Feng wanted to say sothing more, but his gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked toward the north.
Two miles away, a vast army was marching toward Hangu Pass, stretching for several miles like a giant dragon winding its way from the north.
At the very front were five thousand Yellow Turban Strongn, wearing yellow headscarves and heavy armor, iron rods slung over their shoulders, marching in unison, their steps causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Behind the Yellow Turban Strongn were three thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers, their yellow headscarves fluttering in the wind, spears like a forest, their montum like a rainbow.
Further back were five thousand County Soldiers, clad in leather armor and wielding long blades, their gazes steady.
At the very back were twenty thousand Awakened, wearing various types of leather armor and wielding a motley assortnt of weapons, but their morale was high.
At the very front of the procession, City Master Lu Dingchuan led the way. He wore deep purple battle armor, an ancient sword hanging at his waist, his expression steady.
Following closely behind him were Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan and Deputy City Lord Zhao Tieshan. Liu Zhenshan wore purple battle armor with a massive golden sword slung across his back, while Deputy City Lord Zhao Tieshan wore cyan battle armor, his face resolute.
A little further back was Counselor Han Cong, clad in black iron armor, a pair of bronze maces tucked at his waist, grinning and revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
Within the ranks was a figure in plain white—Jiang Wan. She wore a plain white mage robe, her long hair pinned up with a silver hairpin, cradling a silver-white staff, her gaze fixed on the group of people at the city gate from afar.
Lin Feng adjusted his armor and strode forward to et them.
The core mbers behind him followed one after another, even Jiang Yelan, who usually disliked joining the crowd, silently trailed behind.
The two groups t fifty paces outside the North Gate.
Lin Feng cupped his fists toward City Master Lu Dingchuan, a hint of a smile on his lips, his voice steady: "City Lord Lu, you've had a long journey."
City Master Lu Dingchuan walked up to Lin Feng, cupped his hands, and bowed slightly.
A look of relief appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his voice was hoarse but carried a sense of lightness, as if a great burden had been lifted: "Lord Lin, from this day forward, Zhenyue City is in your hands."
Behind him, Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan and Deputy City Lord Zhao Tieshan simultaneously cupped their fists and bowed.
Jiang Wan bowed slightly, her silver-white staff leaning against her side.
Counselor Han Cong placed his right fist against his chest and grinned: "Lord Lin, from now on, old Han is following your lead!"
Lin Feng stepped forward and held City Master Lu Dingchuan's arm.
"City Lord Lu, it is not 'in my hands,' but rather sothing we will defend together. From today on, Zhenyue City and Beacon Fire Territory will be one and the sa."
City Master Lu Dingchuan looked up at Lin Feng and nodded heavily.
Lin Feng turned to the side and gestured with his hand: "Please. Tea and barracks have already been prepared in the city."
City Master Lu Dingchuan nodded and strode into the city gate.
Behind him, the army of Zhenyue City filed in one after another, a vast, dark sea of troops stretching from outside the North Gate into the city.
Lin Feng stood at the city gate, watching this massive army enter the city, a mixture of indescribable emotions welling up in his heart.
He withdrew his gaze and turned to follow the procession.
Behind him, the North Gate slowly closed.
...
The Council Hall was brightly lit; the candles in the copper sconces on the walls were burning fiercely, casting the shadows of everyone onto the walls, flickering and stretching.
The long table was filled with people; on the right side sat the generals of Zhenyue City, and on the left sat the powerful figures who had co to support them from various countries.
Lin Feng sat at the head of the table, his golden Golden Scale Zhenyue Armor shimring with a subtle luster under the candlelight.
His gaze swept across both sides, a hint of a smile on his lips.
In the middle of the right side, City Master Lu Dingchuan sat upright, his expression steady.
Sitting next to him in turn were Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan, Deputy City Lord Zhao Tieshan, Jiang Wan, and Counselor Han Cong.
In the middle of the left side, Ivan, General Rajput, General Nguyen Van Thieu, Zayin, and Zala sat in order.
Jiang Zhaoyue sat at the head of the right side, her silver moon sky spear leaning against her chair. Her gaze swept over Lin Feng and then landed on Jiang Wan behind him.
Jiang Wan nodded slightly at her, a gentle smile on her lips.
Jiang Zhaoyue withdrew her gaze and looked at Lin Feng at the head of the table, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up in her heart.
Hangu Pass had almost beco the political center of the South Pole Region.
How long had it been? From her first eting here until now, it had been barely over a month.
She shook her head gently.
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