Lin Feng's gaze swept across the room; the council hall appeared much more spacious than it did from the outside.
The dome is about ten meters high, with a pointed arch shape, and is supported by eight thick stone pillars.
There are no extra carvings on the column, only a simple concave decoration around the top, and a huge crystal chandelier hangs from the center of the vault.
A row of arched windows runs along both sides of the hall. The windows are very high, and light streams in from above, casting parallel bands of light on the floor.
The floor is paved with dark gray stone slabs, polished smooth and flat. Light refracts repeatedly between the crystal chandelier and the floor, making the entire space appear brighter than it does outside.
In the center of the hall was a huge long table made of dark wood.
To the right of the head of the long table, eight people were already seated, each with varying degrees of marks on their armor.
Some of the robes still had dried grayish-white dust on them, as if they had just come from the battlefield and hadn't had time to wash themselves before arriving here.
Seated in the main seat was a silver-haired woman with her long silver hair tied in a high ponytail. She wore a dark gold robe with fine silver runes embroidered on the collar and cuffs.
The aura of the four golden pieces of equipment swirled around her, while three golden pieces of jewelry shone softly on her wrists, neck, and fingers.
She is Isabella von Essen, one of the three Golden Seat Lords of the Eternal City, a wind mage skilled in ranged suppression.
When she saw Lin Feng and the other two enter, she immediately stood up from her seat and walked around the corner of the table to greet them.
"Lord Lin, it's great to finally meet you in person. I am Isabella, the current commander-in-chief of White Tower City."
She extended her hand, her tone sincere, her voice younger than she looked, with a slight rolled "r".
Lin Feng shook hands: "City Lord Isabella, I've heard so much about you. These two are the deputy city lords of my Beacon Fire City, Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan."
Isabella nodded to the two of them in turn, saying, "You must have had a long journey."
She stepped aside and gestured for a seat on the left side of the long table: "Please sit down first, we are discussing the situation in White Tower City."
After the three of them took their seats, Isabella returned to the main seat. Instead of sitting down immediately, she first looked around at everyone present, and finally her gaze settled on Lin Feng.
"First of all, on behalf of White Tower City, Eternal City, and Europa, I would like to thank the three of you. The war in the Eastern Domain has lasted for almost half a month, and all the cities are struggling to hold on. White Tower City was able to receive Lord Lin's support at this time. Europa will always remember this kindness."
Lin Feng nodded slightly: "Lord Isabella, you are too kind. Helping each other is our duty."
Jiang Zhaoyue also spoke up, her tone calm: "On the way here, we saw a lot of refugees from Graystone City. It's really not easy for White Tower City to take in so many people."
Isabella did not refuse, but simply nodded and then turned to look at the eight people on her right.
Introducing them in turn: "First on the right, the strongest of the British Empire, Edmund."
A middle-aged man with a short, light-gold beard nodded slightly.
He wore a suit of dark gold chainmail, with two abrasion marks on his shoulders left by sharp blades.
Lin Feng noticed that when he was being introduced, his gaze lingered on Lin Feng for a moment, as if he was trying to identify something, but he didn't ask any further questions.
"Second from the right, the strongest Ottoman, Suleiman."
The man had dark skin, deep-set eyes, and wore a leather breastplate over a black robe. A slender curved knife hung at his waist.
He rested his hands on his knees, his gaze steady, and when introduced, he simply nodded slightly without making any other movements.
Both of them had four golden halos flowing around them, and like Isabella, they were among the top combat forces in the entire Eastern Domain.
Behind them were the two city lords of White Tower City, Mor and Essen, who looked somewhat alike and wore the same style of gray armor, like brothers.
Behind them were the two lords of the city of the British Empire, Burke and Grey, one tall and one short.
Finally, there were the two Ottoman lords, Laila and Jalal, and a woman wearing a headscarf.
A robust middle-aged man sat at the end of the table, saying little but keeping his eyes on the scene.
All eight people were level 40 experts, sitting on the right side of the long table, each bearing the marks of recent battles.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, mostly polite phrases like "You must be tired from the journey" and "Please bear with us as conditions in White Tower City are limited," the atmosphere eased slightly.
After Isabella's initial politeness subsided, she spoke again, her voice a shade lower than before: "Let me explain the situation first. Graystone City fell a little over three hours ago."
The council hall fell silent for a moment. No one spoke; some looked down at the table, while others looked away.
"The wonders of Graystone City were not defensive in nature, and coupled with insufficient preparation time, they were attacked day and night by the undead army for seven days and in the end, they still could not hold on."
Isabella didn't pause for long before continuing, "The undead army attacked in three directions. In the northeast, Silver Shield City was led by a level 40 Lich King wearing a golden set, accompanied by a level 40 Death Lord and a level 40 Bone Dragon King."
In addition, there were five liches, ten bone dragons, ten high-ranking death knights, ten necromancers, and a basic force of 50,000 undead and over 500,000 skeletons.
"The garrison of Silver Shield City is composed of another city lord from Eternal City and powerful individuals supported by the Arctic Region. The strength of the two sides' high-level forces is similar, while the lower-level garrison consists of 40,000 special troops, 60,000 county soldiers, and 150,000 awakened individuals of level seven or above. The configuration of Lionheart City to the southeast is the same."
Lin Feng nodded slightly; he had already reviewed the relevant information before coming to the Eastern Extreme Region.
Since the main forces of the orcs and undead are not in the Arctic region, the pressure there is relatively light. The Great Xia has freed up its resources and has dispatched six Silver Seat Lords to lead the allied forces of the Northern Region to support Silver Shield City, while Lionheart City is defended by the allied forces of the Eastern Region.
After Isabella finished speaking about these two routes, she looked up at Lin Feng: "White Tower City is facing the main force of the undead race, including the level 49 undead king Hel Shadow, a level 40 golden-set Lich King, four Death Lords, and four Bone Dragon Kings."
Ten liches, thirty bone dragons, twenty high-ranking death knights, twenty-five necromancers, and a basic force of two hundred thousand undead plus one million two hundred thousand skeletons.
She finished reporting these numbers in a calm tone: "On our side, including Lord Lin and the two deputy city lords, there are a total of ten level 40 experts, four of whom possess golden sets."
Of the thirty-nine levels, thirty cannot fly, fifty-six can fly, there are 80,000 special troops in the lower-level garrison, 120,000 county soldiers, and 300,000 awakened individuals of level seven or above.
After reciting the numbers, she placed her hands back on the table, folded them over her shoulder: "With the White Tower City's defense system and existing forces, we can confront the main force of the undead race head-on."
