Tie Dun grinned and said, "I've only been following the Lord for a little over a hundred days, and I've gone from a brute who only knew how to carry a shield to Level 29. Heh heh, if it weren't ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) for following the Lord, I'd still be gnawing on bones back at Black Wind Camp!"

Everyone nodded in succession, their eyes filled with smiles and agreement.

Lin Feng waved his hand and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, the good days are still ahead. As long as everyone works hard, I will strive to ensure that everyone present can reach Third Rank and everyone has purple equipment."

Tie Dun slapped his thigh, "Lord, I've noted those words of yours! If anyone else said that, I, Tie Dun, would be the first to say they were just feeding us empty promises, but when you say it, Lord, I'm the first to believe it!"

Expectant lights lit up in everyone's eyes, and their faces could hardly hide their excitement. They whispered to each other for a few moments, and the atmosphere in the Council Hall suddenly became lively.

Lin Feng restrained his smile and said solemnly, "Then the meeting officially begins. Let's talk about the first matter."

His gaze swept over everyone, and his voice deepened a little, "The Central Plains Region has been completely occupied by the orcs. In about eleven days, the Orc Army will arrive at the northern border of the South Pole Region, with a total force of 300,000, and nearly ninety people above Level 35."

The air in the Council Hall suddenly froze. Tie Dun's smile stiffened on his face, and Wang Wu's hand holding the teacup stopped in mid-air.

Jiang Zhaoyue frowned slightly, and Jiang Yelan remained cold and aloof.

Lin Feng waited for everyone to digest this for a few seconds, then softened his tone, "Everyone need not be overly worried. The countries of the South Pole Region have already discussed countermeasures, coordinating operations and unified command. I won't make wild claims, but there is one thing I can tell you: the countries of the South Pole Region and the orcs should be evenly matched."

He paused, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, "But if the orcs dare to attack Hangu Pass, then it's ten-to-zero. The orcs have absolutely no chance of winning."

The atmosphere in the Council Hall suddenly relaxed. Tie Dun was the first to laugh, slapping the armrest of his chair, "Ten-to-zero? Then wouldn't the orcs just be coming to their deaths?"

Wang Wu also laughed, leaning back in his chair and letting out a long sigh of relief, "Hangu Pass has tens of thousands of Great Qin Elite Soldiers, plus the Lord in a full set of golden equipment; if the orcs dare to come, it really is no different from seeking death."

Feng Qingyan smiled again, patting her chest as she said, "You scared me! Lord Lin, can you not talk so frighteningly? I almost thought we wouldn't be able to hold it just now!"

Jiang Zhaoyue shook her head gently, the smile in her eyes impossible to hide.

Lin Feng nodded with a smile, then said solemnly, "Alright, now let's talk about the second matter."

He stood up from the main seat, his gaze sweeping over everyone, his voice steady, "During this trip to the Annan Kingdom, the territory obtained a batch of Advanced Class Change Scrolls and purple equipment. These items need to be distributed to improve everyone's strength."

The atmosphere in the Council Hall changed instantly.

Tie Dun straightened his back abruptly, his eyes wide and round. Zhao Hu was expressionless, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Feng Qingyan pricked up her ears, her body leaning forward slightly. Jiang Yelan opened her eyes to glance at Lin Feng, then closed them again.

When everyone's attention was focused on him, Lin Feng spoke solemnly, "I have considered this distribution for a long time. The quantity of Advanced Class Change Scrolls and purple equipment is limited, while the threat of the orcs is imminent. Therefore, this time, the goal is still to concentrate resources and make the territory's high-level combat power stronger. Once the orc crisis is over, we will distribute subsequent captured equipment according to a relatively fair plan."

Everyone nodded in succession. Zhao Hu said in a deep voice, "It should be so. In the wars of the Nightmare World, high-level combat power basically determines victory or defeat."

Wang Wu also nodded, "Whatever the Lord decides is fine, we have no objections."

Although Tie Dun was looking on longingly, he still nodded vigorously, "The Lord's word is final!"

Lin Feng picked up a large box from behind the main seat and placed it on the long table.

The box was dark red, with copper-covered edges. When the lid was opened, purple light shone, reflecting off the bronze-colored covers.

"I have divided this batch of Advanced Class Change Scrolls and purple equipment into three categories."

Lin Feng first took out the shadow dance legguards and the Treading Swallow Battle Boots from the box; the two pieces of purple equipment emitted a restrained luster.

"The first category is support for the territory's top combat power; no merit points are needed, they are distributed directly."

He looked at Jiang Yelan and Jiang Zhaoyue, his gaze pausing on each of their faces for a moment, "Ye Lan, Lord Jiang, these are for you."

Jiang Yelan stood up, walked to the front of the main seat, and received the shadow dance legguards with both hands.

She looked down at them, then raised her head, "Thank you, Lord." She turned and returned to her seat, placing the legguards on the table.

Jiang Zhaoyue also stood up and received the Treading Swallow Battle Boots, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Thank you, Lord Lin." She returned to her seat and placed the battle boots beside her chair.

"The second category is support for combat power that the territory urgently needs; merit points are halved."

Lin Feng took out a bronze-colored booklet from the box, with silver-white characters embossed on the cover: Advanced Class Change Scroll · Shield Mage. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He looked at the second person on the right, "President Su, the New Moon Legion needs a Third Rank healing profession. This Advanced Class Change Scroll is assigned to you; merit points: five thousand."

Su Yuehua was slightly taken aback, then stood up, her white robes gently fluttering.

She walked to the front of the main seat and received the Class Change Book with both hands. Her fingertips slid gently across the cover; she could not hide the excitement in her eyes, but her expression remained gentle and composed.

She bowed slightly, her voice gentle yet firm, "Thank you, Lord Lin. Yuehua accepts the order and will certainly not betray your trust." She turned and returned to her seat.

Lin Feng took out a piece of black light armor, a white belt, and a pair of dark cyan legguards from the box.

The three pieces of equipment gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight, with battle scratches remaining on the armor plates.

"These three pieces of equipment were left behind when Consultant Ling died in battle."

The Council Hall was quiet for a moment, and everyone's eyes fell on those three pieces of equipment.

Lin Feng looked at Zhao Hu, and Zhao Hu immediately straightened his body.

"The territory now needs a front-line tank. These three pieces of equipment are all assigned to Zhao Hu; merit points: nine thousand."

Zhao Hu stood up, strode to the front of the main seat, and received the three pieces of equipment with both hands.

He looked down at them, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse but solemn, "Rest assured, Lord. Zhao Hu will certainly not fail your trust. I will use Consultant Ling's equipment to kill a few more aliens and avenge him."

Lin Feng nodded and patted his shoulder.

Zhao Hu turned and returned to his seat, placing the three pieces of equipment on the table in front of him, sitting bolt upright.

Tie Dun watched from the side, his eyes staring straight, his mouth open, and drool almost dripping down.

He looked enviously at the three pieces of purple equipment on Zhao Hu's table, then looked at the empty table in front of himself, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"The third category is equipment that happens to be a perfect fit; merit points are to be paid on credit at the original price."

Tie Dun was staring blankly at Zhao Hu's equipment when he suddenly heard his own name pop out of Lin Feng's mouth— "Tie Dun."

He was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly, his chair almost overturning.

He wanted to rush forward, but suddenly remembered something. He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hu, who nodded at him expressionlessly.

Only then did Tie Dun excitedly run in front of Lin Feng, his legs trembling.