【Killed Lv40 Rare Boss · Death Lord · Archimonde】

【Jiang Zhaoyue Level increased: 38 → 39】

【Jiang Yelan Level increased: 38 → 39】

【Su Yurou Level increased: 37 → 39】

Lin Feng swooped down from the air and landed beside Archimonde's corpse.

Amidst the remains, two balls of golden light lay quietly.

One was a fist-sized golden crystal core with fine cracks on its surface, from which a ghostly blue light shone through, like a heart about to hatch — 【heroic soul core】.

The other was a pair of legguards, streamlined and golden, # Nоvеlight # their surface covered in dark golden starlight patterns that extended along the muscles of the calves. Two pale golden crystal cores were embedded at the knees, with runes slowly circulating around them, and a blade-like metal wing on each outer side.

Lin Feng scooped up both items, held them in his hand, and his mouth slowly curled into a grin.

【Shadow-Stepping Windchaser Legguards (Gold)】

Slot: Legs

Equipment Requirement: agility ≥ 50

Base Attributes: Defense +150, agility +10

【Special Effect 1 · Shadow-Stepping Vitality】 (Active, Cooldown 60 minutes)

Evasion rate increased by an additional 30% for 30 minutes. During this duration, every successful dodge immediately restores 3% of maximum HP (up to a total recovery of 30%).

【Special Effect 2 · Shadow-Stepping No-Trace】 (Passive)

After using a displacement skill, evasion rate is increased by an additional 30% for 5 seconds.

Lin Feng couldn't suppress the arc of his mouth.

"The heroic soul core... the Terracotta Army can be built now." He muttered to himself, then looked down at the golden legguards, his eyes brightening.

"And these golden legguards! Shadow-Stepping Vitality adds evasion and can restore HP, while Shadow-Stepping No-Trace combined with my Meteor Flash and Beacon Fire City means my evasion rate will skyrocket after displacement, more than doubling my survivability! Did my ancestors' graves start smoking with good fortune today?"

Jiang Zhaoyue descended from the air with her silver-white spear on her back, her face weary but bearing an irrepressible smile: "Lord Lin, your luck..."

Jiang Yelan landed silently beside them, the corners of her mouth moving slightly; she was in a good mood.

Lin Feng crouched down, took off the purple-quality shadow dance legguards from his legs, and put on the Shadow-Stepping Windchaser Legguards.

The moment the golden legguards fit against his legs, a light, buoyant energy surged from the crystal cores at the knees, spreading along his thighs to his waist and abdomen.

He stood up and took two steps on the pile of broken bones. The golden luster of his boots and legguards blended perfectly, and the starlight patterns flickered slightly with each step.

"That's it."

Lin Feng put the replaced shadow dance legguards into his inventory, raised his head, and looked toward the distant sky.

The battle in the air was nearing its end. On the human side, seventeen powerhouses remained hovering above the clouds, some holding spears, some gripping axes, others with staffs raised high, all panting heavily.

On the undead side, only two figures remained, struggling to hold on.

The Bone Dragon King · Frostwing, and the Lich King · Kel'Thuzad.

The Bone Dragon King's wings were already riddled with holes, its grayish-white bone armor mostly shattered, and the ghostly blue soulfire in its eye sockets flickered, its wings teetering with every flap.

The Lich King hovered not far behind it. Its dark golden robe had several tears, the halos of its four golden pieces of equipment had dimmed significantly, and the black gemstone at the head of its withered wood staff had developed fine cracks.

Lin Feng frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over those exhausted faces.

Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan was there, Counselor Han Cong was there, Paul was there, Ivan was there, Hamza was there, and the two Level 40 powerhouses from Annan Country were there.

General Rajput from White Elephant Country was also there, with Colonel Singh and Colonel Kumar guarding his left and right sides.

But Counselor Ling Fei was not.

That cold figure, always expressionless and carrying a pair of dual swords on his back, had vanished from the sky at some unknown moment.

Jiang Zhaoyue followed Lin Feng's gaze and scanned the area. Her expression shifted slightly, and her voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling: "Could it be... Uncle Ling?"

Lin Feng did not answer; he only gripped his Wildfire Spear tighter.

Just then, the strongest powerhouse of Annan Country, Ruan Wenxiong—that white-haired old general holding a double-edged battle axe—raised his left hand and signaled behind him.

Seven figures immediately broke away from the high-altitude battle and swooped down toward the ground.

Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan took the lead, his golden greatsword carving a dazzling arc in the sunlight.

Counselor Han Cong followed closely behind, clutching his bronze maces. The smile on his round face had long vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

Five powerhouses from Russia followed behind them, brandishing giant axes, war hammers, and spears, murderous intent radiating from them.

Their target was the ground battlefield on the flank outside the South Gate.

There, the twelve Third Rank powerhouses led by General Li Wendong—nine from Annan Country and three from White Elephant Country—were locked in a life-and-death struggle with the last ten Undead Archmage.

The twelve-person formation had tightened into a compact circle, with shield-bearers on the outside, healers on the inside, and scimitar-wielders and spearmen waiting for opportunities to counterattack through the gaps in the shields.

The Undead Archmage could only barely hold on by relying on positioning and Spell Deflection, but there were still ten of them, and the pressure on the twelve was still immense.

Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan swooped down from the air, his golden greatsword slashing toward the head of an Undead Archmage, shattering the mage's shield on the spot.

Counselor Han Cong followed up from the flank, his bronze mace smashing into another mage's chest; the sound of cracking bone was clearly audible.

The five powerhouses from Russia were like tigers entering a flock of sheep; giant axes swept across, war hammers smashed down, and three Undead Archmage were killed instantly.

Zhao Hu was there too. He charged out from the Great Qin Elite Soldiers phalanx, his Vicious Bite cleaving through the skeletons blocking his path, thrusting straight into the Undead Archmage's line.

His health bar was still half full. The phantom of the Vengeful Soul Possession had dissipated, but the shield from Iron Wall Body remained.

An Undead Archmage cast a Shadow Bolt at him; he didn't dodge or evade, tanking the damage with his shield and backhanding an axe to smash the mage's skull.

Feng Qingyan stood behind the phalanx, her staff held high, the Fire Crystal burning bright red.

Her mana was bottoming out, but her eyes were still bright.

She aimed at an Undead Archmage that was casting a spell and fired her final Flame Burst. The fireball tore through the sky and struck the mage squarely in the chest, extinguishing its soulfire.

"Phew... finally..." She let out a long breath, planting her staff on the ground. Her shield was flickering violently, but the corners of her mouth curved up.

With the twelve men, the seven aerial reinforcements, and the long-range support from Zhao Hu and Feng Qingyan, all ten Undead Archmage were wiped out within three minutes.

General Li Wendong leaned on his battle axe, panting heavily. He clasped his fists toward Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan, shouted a hoarse "Thanks," and then led his eleven men to charge back into the flank of the sea of skeletons.

In the sky, ten figures besieged the Bone Dragon King and the Lich King.