Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents-Chapter 184 - 112: Holy Empire Shurima (3)
The Dragon King nodded.
"Indeed."
"But they shouldn’t be hostile either."
"Otherwise, this Undead Legion that suddenly appeared would have definitely been attacked by that player, Tingfeng."
"There’s no way they could have so peacefully bypassed his territory—especially his reconnaissance methods that cover almost the entire Northern Forest—and made their way to our Death Zone..."
After a pause, the Dragon King gave his order in a low voice:
"Alright."
"Go and make contact with them."
"Try your best to recruit that Necromancer, Arthas, into our Evil God Faction. It would be best if you could make him one of your Evil God Heroes."
"If that doesn’t work, take your Evil God Legion and completely annihilate them."
"Remember to equip the ’Phantom March’ medal."
"That Tingfeng fellow most likely has a group of invisible sentry units placed throughout the Northern Forest, which is how he’s able to monitor every corner of it."
"Don’t let him figure out the location of your Lord’s Hall."
"Because that guy is already a 1-star Extraordinary Hero. His personal combat power is absurdly high, and the strength of his army is just freakish."
"For now, we should avoid provoking him."
"Let’s just keep our heads down and continue developing."
"On the last day of the Path of Growth event, we’ll gather everyone else, team up, and coordinate with the second Void Tide to eliminate him for good."
The player Greed replied:
"Understood."
"Brother Long."
"I’m heading out now."
...
Night fell upon the silent archery range. Only the whispering breeze could be heard, as if setting the prelude for this contest.
Qin Feng stood opposite Fenrir, his gaze like a sharp arrowhead, silently locking onto her heartstrings and stirring unseen ripples.
"Listen closely."
"Archery Skills, Step One."
"Selecting the arrow."
It’s like when I draw near you, my fingertips brushing yours, like an archer choosing the most suitable arrow from their quiver.
Your warmth travels through the air, and every point of contact is like testing the balance of the fletching—gentle, yet hiding a deep strength.
"Archery Skills, Step Two."
"Nocking the arrow."
At this moment, our heartbeats secretly quicken, like a bowstring being gently pulled taut.
Our breaths intermingle, like an archer adjusting their stance, searching for that subtle point of alignment.
Every slight movement silently speaks of the weight of desire.
"Archery Skills, Step Three."
"Taking aim."
Your eyes pierce the darkness, aimed straight at my soul.
No words are needed. The language of the body has already become poetry, like an archer gazing at a distant bullseye, precise and focused.
The wind dies down. The world fades until only you and I remain, the arrow’s trajectory silently taking shape in our minds.
"Archery Skills, Step Four."
"Drawing the bow."
Hands tense like a bowstring, slowly drawing back, accumulating a fervent energy.
Your touch is like an archer’s fingertips, gentle yet firm. Every inch closer makes the air grow hotter, like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released.
"Archery Skills, Step Five."
"Releasing the arrow."
The instant the string is loosed, the arrow flies, carrying the rhythm of a heartbeat straight toward the bullseye.
The movements are fluid—sometimes swift as a gale, sometimes gentle as flowing water. Each rhythm strikes a point of resonance between us, stirring a tremor deep within our souls.
"Archery Skills, Step Six."
"Hitting the mark."
The arrow strikes the center of the target, its impact rippling through the air like the echo of a heartbeat.
In that moment, the world seems to stand still, leaving only our breaths and lingering warmth, like an archer gazing at the arrow in the bullseye with a satisfied smile.
"The final step of Archery Skills."
"The after-note."
The archery range returns to silence, but the trace of the arrow’s flight still lingers in the air.
We look at each other and smile, like an archer putting away his Longbow, quietly savoring the perfect harmony we just shared. And that arrow is already embedded deep in each other’s hearts.
"Just like that."
"Fenrir, now I want you to practice the core techniques of this archery method on your own, following the steps I just taught you."
"You can slow down your movements. There’s no need to rush."
"What’s important"
"is that we enjoy the detailed process of improving our strength,"
"and not just chase the ultimate thrill of the arrow hitting the target at the very end."
"That’s the real joy of training."
As he spoke, Qin Feng lay down on the ground and casually opened the chat interface of the Lord System, glancing at the messages sent to him by a few players.
mad madam: "No way! Bro! You’re...? 1-star (green) combat power? Is that for real? If Evil God Players could appear in the event rankings, I’d almost suspect you were one!"
"And that mysterious player, Mumu!"
"She’s also absurdly strong!"
"Except for the resource event in the first thirty days, she’s been locked in right behind you in second place for all the event rankings since!"
"She’s completely left all of us Reincarnated Players from the Hafke Alliance in the dust!"
"It’s just ridiculous..."
Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Tingfeng, I’m on my way to your territory. All the Wolfman Leaders from the White Wolf Empire are with me. They all seem pretty happy and don’t seem to mind at all that you annexed their White Wolf Empire." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Don’t call me MC: "Tingfeng, my cousin and I are on our way. We’re about five hours out... After the ceremony to swear fealty to the king is over, you wanna go back to the Real World and grab some skewers?"
Mumu: "Too bad. I couldn’t beat you in the daily rankings for the Day of Battle or Elite Hunting, and now I can’t even come close to you in the daily rankings for the Path of Growth."
"That said,"
"with how strong you are,"
"and with such a fat stash,"
"I think you’ll have to raise the price for me to swear fealty to you and become a subject of your kingdom... I can’t just sign myself away to you this cheaply."
