MC's career as foreign lord

"Brace yourselves!" Zhou Ren roared. He still stood at the forefront, but this front line was now densely packed with various troops and different constructs. Their army of several thousand seemed rather insignificant compared to the orcish horde of tens or even hundreds of thousands.

The instant the wind vanished, all the orcish legions began their advance. Under the command of their leaders, they launched a fierce charge, as if without fear.

Meanwhile, everyone within the territory was working tirelessly, producing resources and tools around the clock, keeping the transportation lines open, and even waiting to step in and take over if anyone fell.

All the legendary powerhouses remained in the center, surrounded by a green flame. They narrowed their eyes, spotting the twenty legendary figures charging towards them. Except for the high priest, almost all of the orcish legendary figures had emerged in succession.

Among these legendary powerhouses were only two priests; the rest were warriors, archers, or barbarians. The barbarians were the most numerous, and alongside them were many two-headed giants, who also joined the charge with their army.

After all, from any perspective, the first wave of attack was crucial. The attackers had to unleash their full power, while the defenders had to display their determination to protect and their formidable defensive capabilities.

This would represent the absolute morale they could muster in the future. If they lacked even this much morale, they might as well stay home and behave themselves.

However, this was just the standard army charging method. Apart from the twenty legendary figures who required eight legendary figures to step forward with weapons to resist, the remaining charging troops were completely vulnerable targets before reaching the archers' range.

The riflemen were never idle. After all, while making machine guns wasn't their specialty, crafting cannons—large-scale firearms—wasn't particularly difficult for the dwarves.

At this moment, cannons unleashed their power, joining the longbowmen who wielded bows with enhanced range and speed, composing a glorious symphony.

The power of science and magic seemed to intertwine truly at this moment. Their range was extremely long, capable of hitting enemies several kilometers away. The cannons were loaded not with fragmentation shells for maximum close-range damage, but with exploding magma.

Accompanied by the fierce flames shot by the elven longbowmen, the entire charging battlefield instantly erupted in a sea of fire. The light of the flames, along with the rushing fire and terrifying cannon fire, continuously echoed, causing the orcs, whose charge had been incredibly menacing, to falter.

Only the two-headed giants at the front, with their thick hides, ignored the arrows, casually waving their arms a couple of times, and were already closing in, less than two kilometers away.

But this would herald the second round of attacks. If they couldn't even get past the first round, they naturally wouldn't have the chance to enjoy the second.

This second round came from the gnomish contraptions. These contraptions weren't very strong, and could even be described as unremarkable. After all, obstacles, traps, and even rolling stones were just common tactics in the history of warfare.

Moreover, any race in war should think of such things, so they would be wary when charging. Even if the orcs' heads were as hard as rocks, they would still guard against such things, because in the history of past wars, all races had suffered from such tricks.

This was why, when the second wave of traps—rolling stones and underground pitfalls—suddenly appeared, the charging orcish cavalry were able to immediately restrain the wolf riders beneath them, and sent infantry to start filling the holes with debris.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that such traps were actually a well-designed part of a chain. When the wolves and riders showed contemptuous smiles and the infantry behind them began to build bridges like wooden planks, the faces of the people on the city wall already showed smiles.

"As expected, just as we predicted, the arrogant orcs won't avoid our traps!" Zhou Ren said. All of them present had drunk tea and were in excellent spirits.

In such a mental state, many things would have a very simple solution, because they were now very energetic, and this idea was something they had come up with in the ambush a few days ago.

Due to the construction of the huge city wall and the concealment of the huge trees, many traps could be completed unnoticed through underground engineering, such as the current traps. These pitfalls were all dug by them underground, and then specially arranged. Of course, this was not the end.

Just when all the planks had been laid and the wolf riders were stepping onto them, everyone subtly shook hands, as if waiting for something.

Underground, a row of skeletons had long been prepared, hidden in a deep pit underground, holding a torch in their hands and placing it in the same row, then directly knocking off a piece of wood above the torch.

In that instant, the sand above the wood collapsed as if it had crumbled, and turned directly into ordinary sand blocks the moment it touched the torch.

And the line pit, which was originally only used to restrict the movement of cavalry, suddenly collapsed into a terrifying sinkhole ten meters long. After the skeletons had done all this, they did not stay, and directly hid their figures along the passage below.

If this were seen by the furious orcs, their skeletons would probably be torn apart. It would be better for them to go a little further away.

There were also interconnected tracks below, deeper in the cave, and after they entered below, the sand above their heads also fell down at the same time, and with the bottom being sealed with stones, this area had been completely buried.

But the orcs above were not so lucky. With the collapse of the MC special rule sand, the bottom was not a docile torch, because the torch was only an addition. Under the large-scale collapse of the sand, what was exposed at the bottom was magma that could not be blocked at all, and terrifying spikes.

Those above high-level professionals could of course use their powerful skills to pull themselves out of such disasters, but those below high-level could only sigh in despair.

They didn't even have the power to fireproof, and the high-level mages wouldn't put power on them. The orcs who fell down didn't even have time to wail, and were completely sealed in the magma by an ice magic in the indifferent eyes of the many people below.

This was actually the most convenient solution, as it only required sacrificing the lowest tier of people, allowing everyone above to save their lives.

Of course, these lava flows would only turn into ordinary cobblestone under the impact of the water, not the deep, dark obsidian. However, this blow had a significant impact on the morale of the Orcish race.

At least the Orcish soldiers had already begun to fear. When soldiers begin to fear, they become useless. The impact of this pitfall was far more than just once.

Many soldiers were slashed by the terrifying blades along the way, bleeding profusely. The Orcish priests, however, would never waste healing resources on these ordinary soldiers, hastily driving them to the rear before barely making it through the area.

The rolling stones were also shattered by the powerful warriors, but the special liquid hidden inside the splashing stones splattered onto the soldiers. Then, long-range rockets flew from afar, igniting a terrifying fire.

Just as the priests were about to extinguish the flames, a strong wind suddenly appeared, blowing all the flames towards them, scattering everything and causing many Orcs to roll on the ground, wailing in terror.

These special fire oils provided by the Elves were impossible to extinguish. Either you let it burn itself out, or you cruelly cut off the skin.

This type of attack method was actually a relatively common contact mode for the humans, but for some reason, everything in front of the trap was amplified this time.

Zhou Ren knew why. The contents of the stones launched by the launchers would be released without reservation, unlike previous wars where there would be losses and damage.

So, under these conditions, everything would become particularly terrifying, especially since the rockets launched were eternal flames that could not be extinguished without special methods.

Zhou Ren smiled slightly as he watched the vanguard of the Orcs, those massive behemoths, finally arrive at the last line of defense. At that moment, they stepped on a pile of pressure plates.

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This was the real appetizer he had prepared for the Orcs; the others were just trifles. Could decay and flames really cause too many casualties? Certainly not.

Their high-level professionals would not suffer any damage from such attacks; they would only sneer at the inadequacy of their attacks. Therefore, this was truly the first line of defense, the TNT defense line.

He had buried countless TNTs along the Orcs' path of advancement, using almost all the gunpowder dropped from the mob grinder to make this stuff. Although the explosive power wasn't great, it was enough to blast through all the blocks in the surrounding area.

"Boom!" A terrifying roar echoed in their ears, along with the wails of the humans on the path of advancement. Gunpowder was deadly upon contact and injurious upon explosion.

Even high-level Orcs had to forcibly stop their advance when encountering such terrifying explosions, barely managing to lessen their injuries.

The chain explosions did not stop there. Almost every spot in the area they were charging through was buried with gunpowder, and the ogre magi were blasted into miserable shapes, the entire ground pockmarked with craters.

Following this was the liberation of an area. Green figures slowly raised their heads. They finally had a place to come out, leaping out and down with the water flow, accompanied by their dense figures.

Zhou Ren smiled. When mining underground, he had collected many pits used for simple designs. Now, the guys in these pits could make a contribution to this world.

That's right, it was those green guys hidden in the pits. Due to the existence of the pseudo-peace device, most areas would not spawn monsters. Even the few that were spawned would be easily eliminated by the people who already knew the monsters' habits.

Even if they weren't eliminated, the damage caused was negligible. In the past month, there had only been one injury and a few minor injuries. That injury was caused by someone panicking and falling down.

There hasn't been a single death. Now everyone can face these suddenly spawned monsters with a very normal attitude, of course, only usually normal.

When they saw so many monsters surging out of the cave like a tide and reappearing in front of them, they were still filled with surprise and terror. Because everyone knew the harm these monsters could cause, they were even more surprised.

Moreover, if so many monsters ran out and caused damage, the monster system of the entire area or territory would undergo a terrifying change. Those monsters that they could see at the beginning but could never see later might become a commonly occurring state.

After all, as the saying goes, the entire territory is such a large area that it is impossible for every place to be filled with light. And once there is no light, these monsters, which look somewhat like blocks and move in a particularly bizarre way, will appear here.

However, the things in front of them are not what they should be worried about. Instead, they can slightly enjoy the somewhat surprised gazes of the Orcs.

The Orcs would certainly not easily come into contact with these monsters surging from the ground. The Orcish assault commander directly waved his hand and ordered, and arrows flew from afar, pinning on these monsters, but without causing any effect.

After all, there are some special monsters. They will not be attacked by too much physical or a small amount of magic attacks. They themselves are more like a product of a certain world, and only specific attacks will be effective, otherwise they can't even be repelled.

This has become a brief nightmare for the Orcs. They watched these strange monsters coming towards them, and getting closer and closer, as if feeling some great terror, and they have not been able to stop for a long time.

Because at this moment, the skeletons have entered their shooting range!

In other words, they have also entered the shooting range of the skeletons!