For the rest of the morning, Lin Feng wandered casually through the East District and West District of Kara Holy City.

The spice shops, carpet shops, and jewelry stores on Commercial Street were lined up row upon row, and the hawking of vendors rose and fell, no different from yesterday.

But the pace of the pedestrians on the street was much faster than yesterday.

People pushing carts, carrying bundles, and leading children flooded in from the west and scattered toward the east.

The war hadn't even started yet, but panic was already spreading.

When he walked to the West District, he saw several families loading things onto carriages—carpets, copperware, bedding, and dry rations; they took everything they could.

An old woman sat on the threshold, a boy of about ten standing beside her, clutching the corner of her clothes and asking softly, "Grandmother, will we ever come back?"

The old woman didn't answer, only stroking the boy's head.

Lin Feng stood for a while, then turned and left.

In the afternoon, at the Council Hall, when Lin Feng pushed open the heavy wooden doors, everyone inside was already present.

Ali Khan looked a bit different today; the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned with a hint of a smile. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

But the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deeper than yesterday, and the anxiety in his eyes seemed weighed down by something, making his whole presence feel several degrees heavier.

Seeing Lin Feng enter, he raised his hand in greeting: "Lord Lin, sit. Everyone is here."

Lin Feng walked to the empty seat next to Liu Zhenshan and sat down, leaning his Wildfire Spear against the chair.

Ali Khan stood up, leaning his hands on the table, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "There are two pieces of news today, one good and one bad. Let's start with the good news."

He paused, the smile on his face widening slightly. "Russia sent word this morning. They plan to send six Level 39 experts to the Holy City to join us in surrounding and annihilating the Orc Army within Tieba Kingdom. They should arrive in about three days."

The Council Hall instantly erupted into a commotion.

Hamza was the first to stand up, slamming his hands on the table, his voice even cracking: "Six Level 39s? Really?"

Hassan's lips moved as if he were silently chanting words of thanks.

Zala slammed a fist onto the table and grinned widely: "Six! Plus us, Deputy City Lord Liu, and Lord Lin, how many Level 39s is that? It's enough to gang up on them!"

Faizan opened his eyes, a glimmer of light appearing in his light brown eyes.

Lin Feng also smiled. Six Level 39 experts, plus Liu Zhenshan, Ali Khan, Hamza, Hassan, Zayn, and himself—more than ten high-end combatants to deal with the higher-ups of the Orc Army was more than enough.

This mission should be over very quickly.

Ali Khan raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

The laughter and discussion gradually died down, and everyone's eyes focused on him once more.

His expression shifted from a smile to gravity, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened: "There is also a piece of bad news."

According to Russia's preliminary reconnaissance, a large number of Orcs are entrenched in the unexplored areas of the South Pole Region.

No fewer than four Level 40 War Lords have been discovered.

However, these Orcs have not established territories; they have only built several barracks.

They are frantically scouring for all surrounding resources.

Timber, ore, and even hunting Nightmare creatures—everything is being poured into the barracks to mass-produce troops.

Russia speculates that the Orcs in the unexplored areas cannot establish true territories and can only rely on plundering resources to expand their military strength.

Once they have accumulated enough troops, they will inevitably launch a full-scale offensive against the South Pole Region.

This point in time is likely just a few months away.

At that time, not only will Russia be the first to bear the brunt, but the entire South Pole Region will face the risk of total destruction.

The hall became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Zala stopped smiling, and Zayn's brow furrowed into a deep frown.

Faizan's knuckles turned white as he gripped his staff, and the sapphire at the tip flickered slightly, as if echoing its master's inner turmoil.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat—four Level 40 War Lords, several barracks, and a frantic scramble for resources to mass-produce troops.

Once they accumulated enough military strength, they would definitely launch a full-scale offensive.

When they pulled out an army of a hundred thousand, no single country in the South Pole Region would be able to withstand them alone.

Ali Khan's voice continued to echo in the hall, steady yet heavy: "The high-level officials of Russia made a decision overnight to first completely eliminate all foreign races within the South Pole Region.

As for Annan Country, Russia and Baixiang Kingdom have each sent six Level 39 experts, with the goal of eliminating the three Undead Armies within Annan Country within two months.

After the Orc Army in Tieba Kingdom is cleared, we must also dispatch four Level 39 experts and ten thousand special troops to the westernmost city-level territory of Russia for defense."

The hall fell completely silent; no one spoke, no one asked questions, and no one slammed the table.

Everyone was stunned by this news. The scale of this Nightmare World offensive far exceeded anything before.

It wasn't scattered Nightmare Tides or mindless monster charges; it was a foreign army commanded by War Lords, planned by Prophets, spearheaded by Sword Saints, and overseen by Overseers.

They conquered territory, acquired populations, developed lands, and recruited armies—exactly the same as what the countries of Blue Star did.

Zala was the first to speak, his voice somewhat dry: "This... is this meant to wipe out all the countries of Blue Star in one go?"

No one answered him, because everyone knew the answer.

Ali Khan sat back down, picked up his teacup for a sip, and set it down.

His movements were very slow, as if he were buying himself time to calm his emotions: "That's all for today's meeting. Adjourned."

Everyone rose, their steps heavy, and no one spoke.

Faizan stood up leaning on his staff, and Zayn gave him a hand.

Zala followed behind, his head lowered, no longer grinning.

Liu Zhenshan stood up, glanced at Lin Feng, and said in a low voice: "The situation is more serious than expected."

Lin Feng nodded and didn't say anything.

The two walked out of the Council Hall side by side.

On the distant city wall, soldiers in the watchtowers were still on guard.

Lin Feng returned to his residence and pushed open the courtyard gate.

The few maidservants were still waiting in the courtyard. Seeing him return, they hurried forward: "My lord, do you need dinner? Do you need a massage?"

Lin Feng waved his hand: "No need, you all may leave. I want to be alone."

The maidservants looked at each other, didn't ask ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) further, bowed, and withdrew, gently closing the courtyard gate.

Lin Feng entered the room, leaned his Wildfire Spear against the bed, and sat down.

He didn't take off his clothes or soak in the hot spring; he just sat there, looking at the snow-capped mountains outside the window for a long time.

The last afterglow of the sunset disappeared behind the ridge, and the sky darkened.

The flowers on the windowsill lost their color in the twilight, leaving only a faint fragrance drifting in the air.

He closed his eyes and, with a thought, pulled up the cooldown of the Eye of Probability—nine days left.

In nine days, he could designate a drop again. Once the Great Wall was established, for the next use, he planned to designate a third-tier professional book.

He opened his eyes and murmured softly, "I only need thirty-nine days. There's still time. I still have time."

The snowy mountains outside the window stood silently, their ice-covered peaks shimmering with a faint blue light in the dusk.

Tomorrow, the Orc Army would be at the gates.

Lin Feng lay down and pulled the quilt up to cover his shoulders.