The eerie green fluorescent glow of moss on the cave ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ walls slowly receded past them, while the sound of dripping water echoed through the vast, empty tunnel.

Over three hours later, the light curtain of the Dungeon entrance appeared ahead.

Lin Feng took the lead, stepping through the light curtain.

It was already noon outside, and the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating the vines of the Qingluo Plain in a vibrant green.

The wind blew from the west, carrying the freshness of the earth after rain, devoid of that suffocating, decaying stench.

Lin Feng stood outside the cave entrance, took a deep breath, and then turned to look at the four of them: "Let's go, back to Huian County. Tomorrow morning, we break camp and return to Hangu Pass."

Four figures followed behind him, and the five of them sped off toward Huian County under the midday sun.

Behind them, the Dungeon's light curtain flickered slightly in the sunlight, like a half-closed eye, quietly watching their receding figures.

Two days later, in the evening.

The gray-green walls of the Great Wall glimmered with a dull luster in the twilight. The soldiers on guard duty saw the dark mass of the approaching troop and opened the city gates early.

Bai Yi led Bai Er through to Bai Liu in forming a line at the city gate to welcome them. The black-armored soldiers filed in, their footsteps echoing in the gate tunnel, dull and steady.

That night, everyone slept very soundly.

The next morning, before the sky had fully brightened, candles were already lit in the Council Hall of Hangu Pass.

Lin Feng sat in the main seat, a thick stack of documents spread out before him, pen in hand, reviewing them one by one.

Li Yuan stood by his side, holding a roster, occasionally whispering a few words of explanation.

Material allocation, personnel placement, the aftermath of newly annexed county-level territories—every single one had to be reviewed, and every single one had to be signed.

After approving the last one, Lin Feng put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

He rubbed his temples, his gaze landing on the expansion plan drafted last night at the corner of the table.

Last night, he, Jiang Yelan, and Jiang Zhaoyue had discussed it in the Council Hall for several hours, and combining the opinions previously provided by the General Bureau, they finally finalized the expansion plan for the Night Whisper Legion and the New Moon Legion.

Setting up a level above the battalion, organizing eleven battalions into one Garrison.

Appointing one Garrison Commander and one Deputy Garrison Commander, along with staff, messengers, guards, and other personnel, totaling about thirty people.

Total full-strength headcount: nine combat battalions plus one logistics battalion, totaling 6,380 people, plus one direct-reporting battalion of 638 people, plus the Garrison headquarters staff of 30, for a total of 7,048 people.

The New Moon Legion and the Night Whisper Legion would each establish one Garrison first.

As for the candidates for Garrison Commander: for the Night Whisper Legion's First Garrison, Garrison Commander Zhao Hu, Deputy Garrison Commander Wang Wu.

For the New Moon Legion's First Garrison, Garrison Commander Su Yuehua, Deputy Garrison Commander Shipo Jun.

Only the three of them knew about these appointments so far.

Early this morning, Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan had already taken their respective teams, along with personnel coordinated by the General Bureau, and began the expansion process.

Although manpower was tight, it was barely manageable.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

As the number of Awakened legions under his command expanded, the number of people he could trust and who could handle things independently was still too small.

The New Moon Legion had Su Yuehua and Shipo Jun holding things down, and a solid foundation, so there wasn't much of a problem there.

As for the Night Whisper Legion, there were really only a handful of people to count on.

Fortunately, the General Bureau would coordinate talent to fill the staff positions in the Garrison headquarters, so it could barely be maintained.

Arrow Eye, Scarface Liu, and A Wang—if they were nurtured well and given opportunities to gain experience, they should be able to lead a Garrison on their own in the future.

As for Tie Dun, Lin Feng shook his head speechlessly; it was better to let him follow Zhao Hu. He was fine for charging into battle, but leading a Garrison alone would probably result in him tearing the barracks down.

He collected his thoughts and pulled an intelligence report sent by Liu Zhaowan from the pile of documents.

The Great Xia Nightmare Administration Bureau branch in Hangu Pass had only been established for a short while, but Liu Zhaowan had already settled into her role; whenever the General Bureau had important intelligence, they would copy it to them immediately.

Lin Feng opened the file, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

The situation in the Central Plains Region was very grim; the Orcs' main offensive was directed there, and one-third of it had already fallen.

Countries in the Central Plains Region that possessed spare Village Establishment Orders had already sent powerful individuals carrying the tokens to fly toward the North Pole Region and the West Pole Region, establishing new territories near the Great Xia Main City and the Europa Main City to annex themselves, in order to preserve the last sparks of hope.

But precisely because of this, high-level equipment and high-end combat power were continuously draining away, making the fall of the Central Plains Region a foregone conclusion; it was only a matter of time.

The General Bureau estimated that within half a month at most, the Central Plains Region would be completely overrun by the Orcs.

By then, the remaining four regions of humanity—the North Pole Region, West Pole Region, East Pole Region, and South Pole Region—would face the main force of the Orcs directly.

And according to General Bureau intelligence, the Orcs were well aware of the Special Village Establishment Order; conquering territories built with a Special Village Establishment Order provided tremendous benefits to the alien races.

As for what specific benefits those were, the intelligence didn't specify, but for the alien races to place such importance on it, it certainly wasn't just some ordinary reward.

And that village-level territory originally established by Korea in the Central Plains Region had already spawned a Demon King-level Dungeon.

The Dungeon was currently still under seal, and only human Adventurers could enter.

Therefore, the Beacon Fire Territory, which was currently only at the county-level, would be their primary target.

Lin Feng put down the file, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest twice, then he opened his eyes, focused his mind, and pulled up the status of the Eye of Probability. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Six more days, and he would accumulate one hundred points in the probability pool.

His anxious heart settled.

Sense of security +100.

A smile slowly curled the corners of Lin Feng's mouth, and he couldn't help but hum softly.

Mere Orcs were nothing but fuel before the Heavenly Destiny Beacon Fire; no matter how many came, he would kill them all.

He stood up, picked up the Wildfire Spear from beside his chair, strapped it to his back, and strode out of the Council Hall.

He pushed off with his feet, his body shot into the air, and he flew toward Qingmu County in the southeast.

During these days, Zhao Hu and the others hadn't been idle; their Contribution Points had been steadily rising. With the intelligence contributions from the Shadow Assassin, Sylvia, the Beacon Fire Squad's Contribution Points had already exceeded six thousand, just enough to redeem one Intermediate Class Change Book each for Scarface Liu and A Wang.

Zhao Hu and Tie Dun had already received their second promotion books long ago, but it hadn't been Scarface Liu and A Wang's turn yet, so this would be the perfect time to make up for it.