Chapter 632: Iron Alliance City

Ten minutes later, Lin Feng flew out of the Ring of Eternal Night and flew about five kilometers northeast.

Passing through an extremely thin, transparent film, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

The darkness behind me was completely cut off, replaced by a warm white sun, hanging steadily in the sky, illuminating the entire earth.

Day and night are forcibly switched here; one second it is the dead of night in Evernight City, and the next it is the morning in the Forge Alliance.

As Lin Feng flew, he looked down at the farmland and pastures below.

The farmland was neatly divided into squares, which were then spread across the land.

Every so often along the ridges of the fields, there is a totem made of animal bone, and occasionally a beastman farmer carrying a hoe °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° walks past the totem.

They have green skin, protruding fangs, and a robust build; even their simple act of bending over to pull weeds exudes an innate brute force.

On the other side, human farmers gathered more often by the irrigation canals, squatting in front of the stone sluice gates to adjust the water level, or flipping through breeding books in the fields.

Orcs were responsible for farming and herding, while humans were responsible for breeding and water management. Both sides performed their duties and cooperated seamlessly.

The ranch area is much more lively.

Herds of wildebeest, argali, and woolly cattle graze leisurely on the grassland.

Several orc herdsmen rode their short, stocky mounts around the perimeter of the herd, holding long whips in their hands.

The whip was lashed out, making a crisp sound in the air.

This is Fertile Land, one of the seven cities of the Forge Alliance.

The entire city is responsible for supplying food rations to all races within the City of Eternal Night that need to eat.

Orcs, humans, and other alien races, whose daily food needs are met, mostly consume grains, meats, fruits, and vegetables from this place.

Outside the city are thousands of square kilometers of farmland and pastures, while inside the city are granaries, slaughterhouses, pickling workshops, and transshipment depots, which work day and night to sort, pack, and ship food to the Stargate Corridor and markets in various districts.

Because the Eternal Night Plane is a small plane, food and meat of green quality or lower naturally possess the attribute of "true".

If it's a medium-sized plane, it's even more exaggerated. Blue-quality food, and even all kinds of forged blue equipment, all come with the "true" attribute.

To put it bluntly, in that kind of place, treasures are everywhere.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly and continued flying forward.

The outline of Fengrang City gradually shrank beneath him, leaving vast stretches of farmland and pastures behind.

He flew forward for about fifty kilometers, and in the distance, a cluster of buildings rose from the horizon.

We've arrived at Iron Alliance City.

The city had no walls; it seemed to have grown naturally from the wilderness.

From the air, the streets are wide and crisscross, forming a clear grid pattern.

The orcs prefer rugged totem poles and animal bone decorations, with arches made of giant bones engraved with dark green battle patterns.

The human side is much more refined, with Western-style stone buildings interspersed with Eastern-style eaves and brackets, and wrought iron lamp stands mixed with copper bells on the eaves, yet surprisingly harmonious.

Lin Feng flew through the city and then flew forward for another twenty kilometers. The closer he got to the city center, the denser the pedestrians below became, with golden signs and dark red flags stretching along both sides of the street.

In the distance, a huge square appeared on the horizon.

Two giant pillars stand at the edge of the square, each about thirty meters in diameter, gradually narrowing from bottom to top, shrinking to about fifteen meters near the top.

The one on the west side is dark black, with its surface covered with beastman battle patterns carved on it, while the one on the east side is made entirely of bluish-white jade, with a smooth, polished shaft.

Lin Feng landed on the plaza and walked towards the jade pillar to the east.

The square was bustling with people, and orcs and human elites gathered in twos and threes to talk.

These people are all at least level 30, and they exude a powerful aura.

Lin Feng paused for a moment, listened intently, and roughly understood the reason for the abnormality of Eternal Night City.

It turns out that the Eternal Night Plane and the Blood Demon Sect have gone to war, and now everyone is in a state of panic.

Moreover, the situation at the front seems rather dire; only a few days into the war, a lower-ranking apostle has already fallen.

"Have you heard? The Blood Demon Sect is serious this time; the outer defenses of the Eternal Night Snow Mountain Pure Land have been breached!"

"That's not all! My cousin is on the front lines, and he says those lunatics from the Blood Demon Sect aren't afraid of death at all; they're charging forward like they don't care about their own lives!"

"The lower-ranking apostles have all fallen... If this fight continues, will we also be dragged to the front lines?"

"Shut up! Is this something you can just say so casually?"

Lin Feng's heart tightened. Although he could break through to the high-level apostle at any time, it was not entirely safe under the current circumstances.

It seems I need to find out as soon as possible how to break through to the level of a high-ranking apostle, and also some information on how to advance to the level of a lower-ranking god.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and strode toward the entrance to the Tongxin Society's headquarters beneath the giant pillar to the east.

Two level 39 human guards stood at the entrance, their postures upright and their eyes sharp.

As he approached, one of them raised his hand to stop him: "Please show your identification."

Lin Feng didn't say much and directly removed the disguise of the Thousand-Faced Silver Ring.

His aura, which had been suppressed to level thirty-nine, returned to its original state in the same instant.

The pupils of both guards contracted simultaneously.

Then, almost simultaneously, the two knelt down on one knee and pressed their right fists heavily against their chests.

"Your Excellency!"

Lin Feng nodded and stepped inside.

...

After passing through a short passage, the entire hall unfolds before you.

The space is a wide, circular area with an extremely high dome, estimated to be over twenty meters high.

A huge chandelier hangs in the center of the dome, illuminating the entire hall as brightly as day.

The hall floor was paved with dark stone slabs, and dozens of chairs were scattered around the stone platform. Several middle-aged men dressed in dark robes were talking in hushed tones.

Lin Feng didn't stop, but went straight up a curved stone staircase that spiraled along the wall to the second floor.

The layout of the second floor is similar to that of the first floor, except that above the stone platform in the center of the hall, there is a suspended metal plate with a smooth, mirror-like surface, displaying the list of tasks publicly available by the Tongxin Society.

Four people, three men and one woman, surrounded the metal plate; all of them were Nightmare Barons.

One of them was Gu Qingchen.

Lin Feng stepped forward and greeted Gu Qingchen.

When Gu Qingchen saw Lin Feng, she was taken aback at first, then smiled and greeted him.

"Oh, Lord Lin, what a rare guest."

He exchanged a few pleasantries with a smile, then turned to Lin Feng and introduced the other three people.

"This is Victor Gray."

Viktor was around forty years old, tall and burly, with short, silver-gray hair plastered to his scalp. He wore gold leather armor and held a short-handled warhammer in his right hand.

He glanced at Lin Feng, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

"This is Cross Sebastian."