More importantly, there's the Bloodlust effect, which converts 20% of the damage dealt into the user's own health.
He had been envious of Goron and Salga's ability to suck blood when they were fighting over Hangu Pass, and now he had it himself.
With this skill, even without activating his Destiny Awakening, he could fight those two orc war lords for a whole day without being at a disadvantage.
Lin Feng reached out and removed the yellow turban headband from his forehead, a purple piece of equipment that had been with him for a long time.
His fingers paused on the rough cloth for a moment, then he gently tucked them into his pocket.
Lin Feng picked up the Blood-Drinking Golden Hoop and put it on his forehead. The moment the golden hoop fit his forehead, a warm power surged into his body from the hoop and spread from his forehead to his limbs and bones.
He could clearly feel that his mental barrier had been reinforced by another layer. Even more strangely, with each successful attack, he seemed to be able to draw a faint trace of life force from his enemy.
The feeling was subtle, like that with each breath, the exhaled air always brought back half a breath.
He looked down at himself. The Golden Scale Mountain-Suppressing Armor, the Life-Singing Belt, the Shadow-Stepping Wind-Chasing Leggings, the Sky-Chasing Boots, and the Blood-Drinking Golden Hoop—except for the Wildfire Spear, his entire body was covered in gold equipment. If this were in a game he had played before, it would be considered a graduation set.
What reassured him even more was that he could bring all of this equipment back to Earth, which meant that his strength would be the same whether he was in the Nightmare World or on Earth.
"good."
He patted the golden headband on his forehead with satisfaction, then looked at the second item.
It was a golden token, about the size of a palm, with a profile of a mammoth war elephant embossed on the front, its trunk raised and its tusks like knives. On the back was an ancient inscription.
With a slight thought, he opened the attribute panel again.
【Mammoth War Elephant Battalion】
Quality: Gold (Legendary)
Construction method: Simply place the token into the core of your territory to select the construction location.
Effect: Once completed, it can recruit level 30 elite units, Mammoth War Elephants, with a maximum of 20 units.
Lin Feng's breath caught in his throat for a moment.
Twenty mammoth war elephants. He had just witnessed the power of these giant beasts in the sky. They were fifteen meters tall, covered in iron armor, with barbed iron blades tied to their tusks, and arrow towers could be mounted on their backs.
A single mammoth war elephant can charge head-on into an infantry phalanx; the thought of twenty charging simultaneously is enough to send chills down your spine.
"Is today my lucky day?"
He murmured to himself, held the token in his hand, looked at it over and over, and then carefully put it back in his pocket.
Now that he has the elite Qin warriors, the Yellow Turban army and the Yellow Turban strongmen, and if he adds twenty mammoth war elephants... his army will truly possess a heavy assault force capable of tearing apart the enemy's lines.
More importantly, when he surrendered to Zhenyue City, he discovered that his general selection skill could also promote Yellow Turban soldiers to elite units, although the maximum number of such promotions was still determined by the maximum number of troops in the Qin Elite Battalion.
Although the mammoth war elephant is an elite unit and the chance of being promoted to centurion or 500 is not high, as long as it is promoted to the third class and its command skill is upgraded.
Perhaps then we can promote all twenty mammoth war elephants to rare units.
Twenty rare-grade mammoth war elephants?
Lin Feng swallowed hard, not daring to think any further. He put the token back in his pocket and continued flying northeast.
The Golden Harvest Plain below had turned grayish-brown, and further away, the outline of the city wall was faintly visible in the sunlight.
Osaka Castle is just ahead.
He quickened his pace, and a moment later, a wide river appeared beneath his feet.
The river water was murky, a yellowish-brown color with mud and sand, and the current was not fast, but the river was at least a hundred meters wide.
Across the river, a massive city sits on the brown earth plain, its gray-black walls gleaming dimly in the afternoon sun.
Osaka Castle.
The city wall is forty meters high and has a circumference of sixty li.
The city wall has a thick and steep base, built with huge granite blocks, with the gaps filled with mortar, and it remains strong despite the ravages of war.
Every few dozen meters along the city wall stood an arrow tower. The wooden towers had been mostly burned down, leaving only their charred skeletons standing crookedly.
The main castle tower stands in the center of the city. The five-story building has half of its top floor collapsed, with rubble piled up under the eaves, revealing the wooden beams inside.
Orcish battle flags flew atop the city walls, black with white wolves, their mouths wide open and fangs bared.
The battle flag fluttered lazily in the wind, lacking any sense of solemnity and instead exuding a desolate atmosphere.
A few orc sentries were pacing back and forth at the city gate. They were few in number and walked languidly, which meant that the main force of the orcs had been transferred to Hangu Pass, leaving only a garrison of one or two thousand men.
Lin Feng did not slow down, but swooped down directly. His golden figure was like a shooting star, crashing into the open space in front of the Osaka Castle keep.
"Boom!!!" Debris flew everywhere, creating a shallow crater in the ground, and a golden shockwave spread outwards.
He slowly straightened up, twirled the Wildfire Spear in his hand, pointed the tip diagonally at the ground, and scanned the surrounding streets with his gaze.
Most of the houses on both sides of the street were intact. The orcs did not carry out large-scale destruction of the city's buildings; they only requisitioned shops and residences to use as military camps.
Several orc sentries peeked out from around the street corner, froze when they saw Lin Feng, and then howled as they ran back to report.
Lin Feng didn't chase after him; he simply stood there and waited.
Five minutes later, more than two thousand orcs from all directions surged in, completely surrounding the open space in front of the castle tower.
The orcs brandished battle axes, maces, and spiked clubs, their eyes burning with eerie green flames, their fangs bared, and they let out low growls.
But when they saw Lin Feng's golden armor, the crimson-gold headband on his forehead, and the Fiery Spear in his hand that gleamed with a faint flame, their roars gradually subsided.
Two thousand orcs against one human, yet no one dared to be the first to step forward.
Lin Feng stood with his gun in hand, his gaze sweeping calmly over the surrounding beastmen.
He didn't speak, didn't threaten, he just stood there quietly.
The orcs stirred for a moment, with the few in the front pushing and shoving each other, none daring to rush out.
It's unclear who took the first step back, but then a second, a third... the desire to retreat spread like a tide. The more than two thousand orcs looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, it's unclear who turned around and ran towards the north gate first, and the rest followed suit and scattered.
In a short while, only a mess of footprints and several trampled battle flags remained on the open ground.
Lin Feng shook his head, turned around, and pushed open the door to the council hall.
