The council hall was already mostly full, and Su Yuehua, Feng Qingyan, Feng Qingshuang, and Shi Pojun still wore expressions of lingering shock.

They had clearly also witnessed the two rows of purple-armored warriors at the entrance and couldn't understand how the lord had conjured so many level 3 warriors overnight.

Iron Stool had barely sat down, not even fully settled, when he leaned out halfway and said, "Lord, if I may be so bold as to ask, are we going to unify the Nightmare World tonight? I'm not ready yet... I only had a bowl of porridge for breakfast."

Lin Feng was about to drink water when he heard this, his lips twitched, and he lowered his head to take a sip.

Feng Qingyan laughed out loud: "The Nightmare World is so big, how could it be unified in a day? But I think Lord Lin can do it within a month."

Tie Dun waved his hand: "Why not? I suspect the Nightmare World has already surrendered to the Lord. The Lord only needs to click to confirm."

Feng Qingyan blinked, thought for a moment, and said with a hint of seriousness, "...That seems to make sense."

Lin Feng put down his cup and tapped the table: "Alright, alright, it's not that exaggerated. Everyone's here, let's officially begin the meeting."

Everyone sat up straight, and the meeting room fell silent.

Lin Feng's gaze slowly swept over everyone: "As you can all see, the number of third-tier combatants in the territory, including you, has now exceeded seventy."

He paused for a moment: "The orcs pushed all the way from Chiyo City, and they occupied Golden Rock City and Rising Dragon City. We didn't move before because the time wasn't right. Now the time is right, and it's time to make them pay back."

The council hall fell silent for a moment, then Iron Shovel slammed his fist on the table: "The lord is right! We should have dealt with them long ago! I've had my eye on those greenskins for ages! Attack!"

Ah Wang simply replied, "Count me in."

Su Yuehua nodded slightly, and Feng Qingyan tightened his grip on the staff.

Lin Feng and the others quieted down and turned to look at Liu Zhaowan, who was sitting on his right: "Director Liu, what is the current size and location of the orcish detachment that captured Shenglong City and Jinyan City?"

Liu Zhaowan stood up: "Lord Lin, the orc detachment currently numbers about 75,000, with high-level combat power including one level 40 orc war lord and five orc sword saints."

Yesterday morning, after capturing Thang Long City, they set up camp and sent out two detachments of 5,000 men each eastward to capture two district-level territories east of Thang Long City.

Based on the timeline, those two detachments should return to Ascending Dragon City tonight to regroup. At that time, the orcish forces should number around 80,000, and they will leave Ascending Dragon City tomorrow morning to advance westward.

Lin Feng nodded, quickly going over the accounts in his mind.

Hangu Pass is about 1,100 li away from Thang Long City. With the aid of the swift march, the army can arrive in about 15 hours.

He could intercept the orc detachment as they marched west, annihilate them in open battle, then join forces with the remaining troops in Holy Elephant City, and together they could head north to East Branch City to defeat the main orc force in one battle.

"Director Liu," he looked up, "contact the countries in the Antarctic region later and tell them that the Beacon Fire Territory will send troops today and wipe out this orc detachment tomorrow morning."

"Have the remaining troops in Shengxiang City depart immediately and rendezvous at a point 200 li south of Dongzhi City the day after tomorrow evening to jointly reinforce Dongzhi City."

Liu Zhaowan nodded and took notes, saying nothing more: "I accept the order."

The hall instantly became lively, and Tie Dun had already turned around and started gesturing to Zhao Hu.

Feng Qingyan tugged at Feng Qingshuang's sleeve and said something, while Wang Wu and Jianyan spoke in hushed tones.

Lin Feng raised his hand to signal for quiet, then looked at Meng Yi: "Meng Yi."

Meng stood up: "Here."

"You shall immediately assemble 23,000 elite Qin soldiers and seven mammoth war elephants, and have them line up outside the North Gate in half an hour."

Meng Yi pressed his right fist to his chest: "I obey."

He turned and strode out of the council hall, followed closely by Bai Yi to Bai Liu, the seven figures disappearing at the door.

Lin Feng's gaze fell on the others: "The rest of you, also gather at the North Gate in half an hour. Latecomers will not be waited for."

Everyone stood up at the same time, without making a sound.

By the time the words "meeting adjourned" were uttered, the chairs had already been pushed away more than halfway.

Lin Feng sat alone in the empty council hall, his fingers resting on the edge of the table, not immediately withdrawing them.

He didn't look out the window; his gaze fell on the still-glowing teacup on the table.

In this great war, he can now use the Heavenly Beacon once a month outside his territory, but once he uses it, it's as if he's telling °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° the whole world that he has a legendary profession.

He didn't know what kind of chain reaction this news would trigger if it got out.

Therefore, it should never be used against the Orc King unless it is a matter of life and death.

Even if the Orc King escapes, this outcome is acceptable as long as the Orc army withdraws from Antarctica.

As for Severine, we'll assess her later. If we can take her down using conventional methods, we'll try to avoid using the Heavenly Flame.

At worst, we can bring a few more high-level combatants and gang up on her until she's dead.

He picked up the cup of tea, took a sip, put it down, and got up to walk towards the door.

By then, once he obtains the fourth-tier skill book, everything will be over.

...

Half an hour later, outside the north gate of Hangu Pass, 23,000 elite Qin soldiers had completed their formation.

Lin Feng hovered in mid-air, looking down at the silent torrent of black-armored figures below.

At the very front of the army formation, seven mammoth war elephants stood in a row, evenly spaced, their trunks drooping.

Each elephant carries three people: two thousand-man generals guard the arrow towers on either side, and a second-tier healer in the center.

The Elephant Back Arrow Tower rises nearly twenty meters above the ground, giving the thousand soldiers standing on it an excellent view overlooking the entire army formation.

At the front of the formation, Tie Dun was standing with Scarface Liu and Awang.

Ironclad's mountain shield rested against his legs. He put his hands on his hips, looked at the two men, and clicked his tongue, saying, "Royal guards sound more prestigious than me, an Ironclad Guard."

Scarface Liu touched the scar on his face, didn't say anything, but the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

Awang patted the armor plate on his chest: "It doesn't matter whether it's prestigious or not, I'll stand wherever the lord tells me to."

Tie Dun stepped forward and said, "Wow, that's a clever way to put it."

Awang didn't look at him, but turned to the side and slammed his shield on the ground: "Just slow down when you charge later, don't always act like you're trying to be the first to do the work."

Just as Tie Dun was about to reply, he caught a glimpse of Meng Yi leading several tens of thousands of men from the left wing. Meng Yi was silent, his steps were steady, and his breath was so heavy it seemed to press down on the ground.

He opened his mouth for a moment, then swallowed his words back, muttering, "Fine, I'll just shut up."

Meng Yi walked to the iron block and stopped, nodded slightly to him, and said nothing more.

All thirteen core members were present, and all had completed their third rotation.

Including the first-class general, there are three 10,000-man generals, four captains, and twenty-one 1,000-man generals. Adding the fourteen 1,000-man generals and seven second-tier healers on the mammoth war elephants, this army has a total of sixty-two third-tier combatants.

This number, placed on any battlefield, would be enough to change the course of a battle.

Lin Feng slowly scanned the entire military formation from the air, his gaze lingering on each row of soldiers for a moment before he nodded slightly.

With a slight thought, he activated 【Swift March】.