Arrow Eye braced his hands on the railing, his gaze sweeping across the distant city walls and open fields, his voice tinged with a rare excitement: "Brother Wu, on the arrow tower, my damage can be increased by 20%."
He looked down at Lin Feng and said, "Lord, from now on I'll fight on the elephant's back and I won't come down."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyan's eyes lit up even more, and he grabbed Su Yurou's hand and ran forward, saying, "Yurou! Let's go up too!"
The two jumped onto the arrow tower on the back of another war elephant, one after the other.
Feng Qingyan leaned against the railing and looked around, so happy that her shield swayed and her staff almost slipped off: "The wind is so strong up here! The view is so wide! In the future, when I fight orcs, I'll just throw fireballs from here, and no one can reach me!"
Su Yurou stood next to her, glanced down at Lin Feng and Tie Dun, who were gradually shrinking below, and smiled slightly. She didn't say anything, but she was clearly in a good mood.
Zhao Hu stood on the ground, his gaze sweeping over the jubilant figures on the elephant's back.
His agility wasn't particularly high to begin with, but he had just acquired a pair of purple-quality combat boots a few days ago, with wind patterns engraved on the soles.
He activated the boots' built-in skill, temporarily increasing his agility by a few points, and then leaped up, landing steadily on the back of a mammoth war elephant.
Tiedun was jumping up and down in a panic, almost dropping his shield: "Tiger, you've gone up! What am I going to do?!"
He added some physical strength to his body, but his agility was indeed not high. After trying twice, he couldn't even reach the elephant's leg. Frustrated, he circled the war elephant, pointing at it and shouting, "Big guy, lie down! Let me go up too!"
The war elephant flicked its ear but didn't budge, completely ignoring him.
Lin Feng smiled, walked to Tie Dun's side, and without saying a word, grabbed his belt, lifted him up, and threw him towards Zhao Hu.
The man with the iron stub let out a short cry of surprise in mid-air, spreading his arms as if trying to find his balance. Zhao Hu steadied himself on the elephant's back, reached out to catch him, dissipated the force, and gently put him down.
After Tie Dun steadied himself, he was first taken aback, then shouted to Lin Feng, "Lord, your strength is too great!" He was immediately captivated by the scene before him, the expansive view making him feel refreshed and relaxed.
Zhao Hu had already begun directing the mammoth war elephant to move: "Turn left, slowly...stop."
The war elephant actually cooperated by turning half a body length, although the movement was a bit clumsy, the direction was very accurate.
Zhao Hu smiled, a rare occurrence for him: "Not bad, you can understand instructions."
Tie Dun excitedly patted the railing of the arrow tower, exclaiming, "Wow, this big guy can understand human speech!"
Wang Wu and Jianyan rode their war elephants around the training ground a few times.
Three arrows were shot from the elephant's back, each hitting the bullseye precisely at the edge of the training ground, with a more stable landing point than usual.
Lin Feng did not go up. He stood at the edge of the training ground and watched the seven mammoth war elephants move slowly across the field.
He smiled slightly as he looked at the excited figures on the elephant's back, but the smile faded as his gaze swept across the northern horizon.
The battle report I received this morning is still fresh in my mind: Golden Rock City and Rising Dragon City have fallen, and the orcish flanking force is advancing faster than expected.
His smile faded for a moment, but quickly returned. He thought to himself that he would get the third-tier skill book tonight, and everything would be alright.
He glanced again at the mammoth war elephants; the silhouettes of the seven giant beasts cast long shadows in the afternoon sun.
He clapped his hands and shouted to the people on the elephant's back, "Get down when you've had enough fun."
Laughter fell from above, like a summer breeze rustling through leaves, carrying an air that was hard to describe as either fervent or reassuring.
Lin Feng stood there for a while, then turned and walked out of the barracks. Behind him, the laughter from the elephant's back continued.
His steps were neither fast nor slow, as if he had waited for what he was supposed to wait for, or as if he hadn't yet.
...
At 10:10 PM, five miles west of Good Luck Town, the entrance to the sixth level of the underground city.
The words "Entrance to the Sixth Floor of the Underground City" on the light screen shimmered slightly under the silver-white light, and the runes on the edges flowed slowly.
Lin Feng stood in front of the light screen and checked the status of the Eye of Probability once again. All two hundred probability pool points had been credited to his account.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and stepped into the light curtain.
A cool sensation glides across the skin, as if passing through a thin film of water.
First, everything went dark, then a silvery-gray light shone up from below, gradually outlining the contours of the sinkhole.
He stood on the edge of a huge sinkhole, with steep, purplish-black rock walls beneath his feet. The bottom of the sinkhole was covered with rubble and dust, with a radius of more than 300 meters and an estimated depth of more than 100 meters.
The air was dry and cold, carrying an indescribable, musty smell.
In the very center of the pit, a silver-white skeleton lay quietly, its length exceeding twenty meters. Its skull was half-buried in the rubble, and its empty eye sockets stared at the dome.
A figure knelt before the skull.
He was much taller than the average person; even when kneeling, it was clear that he was at least two meters tall before he was born.
Without hesitation, Lin Feng leaped down, the wind whistling in his ears.
He adjusted his body in mid-air, and his boots made a dull thud as they landed.
The gravel crunched under his feet. He steadied himself and looked up. He was less than fifty meters away from the kneeling figure.
【Dragon Knight Dragunov】 and 【Undead Silver Dragon Frostbone】.
Two names appeared simultaneously on the edge of Lin Feng's vision, and the dark blue flames in Dragunov's eyes suddenly ignited.
He slowly raised his head, and cold, soul-fire flickered in his empty eye sockets, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, only a kind of obsession from the depths of death.
He reached out and grasped the dragon spear stuck in the rubble. The moment the spear tip was pulled out, it emitted a low, metallic scraping sound.
At the same time, the silver dragon skeleton behind him began to tremble.
Fragments of bone peeled off the surface, revealing the dark gray bone underneath, from which a faint blue light emanated.
The silver dragon slowly raised its head, and the soul fire in its eye sockets reignited.
Dragunov made no sound. He turned around, held his spear horizontally, and pointed the tip at Lin Feng. A silver light shone from the spear tip.
The next moment, he leaped up and landed on the silver dragon's back.
The silver dragon suddenly spread its wings, its huge body rising from the ground, and the shockwave it generated sent rubble flying.
It tilted its head back and let out a silent hiss, the ghostly blue soul fire flickering violently in its eye sockets, and grayish-white cold air gathering deep in its throat.
The battle has begun.
