MC's career as foreign lord

"This matter traces back to the ancient war between the Orcs and Elves. You only need to know that it's actually a battle between the Elven God and the Orcish God!" Mosa explained simply.

Zhou Ren suddenly understood. Since it was a battle between gods, it suddenly made sense. Their followers would spare no cost to judge any race that dared to insult their gods for the sake of their beliefs.

He could even easily guess that under such emotions, battles between the two races would inevitably lead to countless bloody battles and hatred.

It's especially difficult for gods to kill each other. If the hatred between two gods continues, then the hatred between the two races will naturally continue as well.

"Since the Orcs have sent troops to participate, the Elves are probably trying to escalate things!" Mosa said, looking at the ugly and solemn expressions on the faces of the Elves. They all knew that this matter was serious.

"All personnel in the town must begin evacuating immediately. Discard all ordinary belongings, which will be compensated by the Elven Empire. Everyone must leave within half a standard hour!"

The three had just walked to the front of the battlefield when they heard Locke giving orders. This time, his orders were much more resolute than before, his face cold and solemn.

After instructing the secretary to come over, he walked towards the front without hesitation, "All soldiers move! All mercenaries are assigned field missions! Anyone who wants to leave or escape will be executed immediately!"

"This is not a simple defensive war, it is a life-and-death battle to the end! Those Orcs will definitely not allow us to leave like this. They must have deployed heavy troops on both sides to encircle us!"

His judgment was a little too decisive, as if he had simulated such behavior countless times in his mind.

"Countless wars between Elves and Orcs have started this way, almost without exception!" Hilla said, seemingly noticing Zhou Ren's doubts, explaining.

"All lords or officers learn about these classic cases when studying at military academies. This is almost the most common method used by Orcs, and it is also the most successful method. When they do this, it means they are already confident of victory!"

This explanation made everyone present feel nervous. Locke had already walked towards them, "Lord Zhou Ren, I hope you can fulfill your promise!"

Zhou Ren nodded, he naturally guessed what Locke wanted to say, "Since I promised, I will naturally not go back on my word. I will grant you access to a piece of land for you to take all the people to take refuge!"

"Mosa!" he said, sketching a few strokes on the book of territory permissions, and then handing out a wooden token.

"You stick this wooden token on the territory closest to the formation. The location of the wooden token is the furthest position that the people can reach, do you understand what I mean?"

Zhou Ren said, handing out the notice directly. He thought his steward would not let him down.

"But your safety…" Mosa hesitated.

Zhou Ren thought for a while and nodded, "Then let Jim handle this matter, don't tell him to be moderate, let him mark out a piece of land two miles long and one mile wide!"

Only then was Mosa relieved. He nodded slightly, grabbed the notice and disappeared, then reappeared a few seconds after everyone was chatting, standing quietly behind him.

"Alright, you can send people to move all the people away!" Zhou Ren said, he trusted Mosa's work.

"Your kindness will become the supreme glory of the Elven Empire!" Locke saluted Zhou Ren, and at the same time looked at Hilla, "We can only rely on you for the defense line here, Princess!"

"I hope you can get back as soon as possible!" Hilla nodded, "We have to go to the front line!"

After the arrival of several high-level professionals, the two middle-level professionals naturally fell to the middle level, and would no longer appear in this main conference hall, only leading and guarding below.

In this way, the hierarchy of the Elven Empire is unexpectedly strict!

Locke's departure did not cause much impact. After the Elven Princess, that is, Hilla, arrived at the scene, the atmosphere suddenly became more solemn.

All the soldiers already knew the identity of this princess, and they all seemed to be trying to build up their morale, wanting to show a better side.

"It seems that your arrival is actually a bit helpful to this battle!" Zhou Ren said, the current scene is completely different from the previous defense.

Previously, it was just a simple siege and defense battle conducted by scattered soldiers in pairs, scattered mercenaries, and rows of neat archers.

Now, there are hundreds and thousands of soldiers in groups, standing silently in the strong wind. The wind blows on the barrier behind them, making a loud noise, but it is stopped by the mages behind them waving their hands.

This is a real regular army. Almost every team has an accompanying mage. Although the number of this army is not large, many mages can rely on the magic props in their hands or magic books to support a magical sky for them.

The archers have formed squares of hundreds or hundreds of people. The archer leader that Zhou Ren had seen before has now built a very high platform on the wall he made, so that all the archers can see his figure.

They stand on a higher wall, so they can naturally see more clearly, with a sense of commanding the overall situation.

Although the number of people is actually not that many, far from being the so-called tens of thousands without end.

After all, it is just a battle from a small border town. All the soldiers and archers combined are only a little over 2,000.

However, the number of mercenaries around them is twice their number, but they are still waiting innocently for the army's deployment. These soldiers firmly abide by the orders Locke just issued.

They classified the mercenaries one by one, arranged them into various armies, and placed them in some second-line or side positions.

Of course, these unorganized soldiers cannot be allowed to take the main attack. If they are really allowed to face the Orc or Goblin troops, I am afraid they will collapse at the first time.

But their combat power is not weak, and there is actually no lack of elementary professionals among them, so let them attack the sides to resist the weaker side troops of the enemy.

Listening to Mosa's explanation, Zhou Ren came to his senses. This scene is quite similar to the army operations he had seen in those fantasy scenes, but the army facing them is often a giant dragon that they cannot resist at all.

Hilla stood next to Zhou Ren, holding up the staff in her hand and shooting a crescent mark into the sky.

"Compatriots, warriors, the enemy we face is the Orcs who are looting northward!" she said, "Can we let them pass?"

"No!" Upon hearing this, the crowd below visibly focused their spirits.

"For the sake of Corellon, for the sake of... the Silvermoon Empire!"

Someone from below shouted this, and the surrounding people echoed it.

"For the sake of Corellon, for the sake of... the Silvermoon Empire!"

The deafening roar erupted, and after hearing about the orc invasion, their desire to fight seemed to surge even higher.

"Should I say the orcs are too unpopular, or should I say your country's education is too good?" Zhou Ren said. He stood next to Shia, and now he, the Earl with real power, was more representative of the Empire's nobility.

"The Silvermoon Empire isn't actually doing that well. The nobles are still greedy and insatiable, and the soldiers are still lazy and idle, but... other countries are doing even worse!" Mossa said.

As he said this, the two clearly felt Shia's somewhat oppressive gaze, but this elven elder had never been afraid of such things.

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"This world has always been about who is worse, not who is better!" he said. "Except for you, my lord, I'm afraid no one can treat ordinary people and nobles equally like you do!"

This was actually Mossa's most profound feeling. He had seen Zhou Ren's attitude towards everyone. This unhurried, calm, gentle smile and simple gestures were his common expressions towards everyone.

It wasn't a condescending attitude, but rather an extremely humble and equal gaze. He wouldn't think highly of someone just because they were a Legend, nor would he look down on someone just because they were a commoner.

This was also the reason why Mossa continued to stay by Zhou Ren's side. He could feel that his master actually had endless depths hidden within him, but he had never shown them.

The little bit of economic skill he had shown a few days ago was probably just a small part of these depths, he thought.

Zhou Ren nodded. "At least even in this desolate border, the people in your Empire's region can survive, which means you're doing a good job!"

He preferred to look at a world with a dialectical mindset. Just like this world, even though it possessed extremely high magic and combat power, most of the countries' governance and management levels were still at the level of the Middle Ages.

As long as magic was not truly applied to all aspects of life and productivity was not improved, it was already very difficult to allow the border people to survive under such management and economic levels.

Moreover, with the frequent appearance of various powerhouses, ordinary people were even more of a disaster within a disaster!

Zhou Ren would not be complacent because of his far superior vision, nor would he feel the slightest inferiority because he did not learn magic. A peaceful mind and a dialectical perspective were his most powerful weapons.

"Mother Empress has already done a lot of things, and the various elders actually spend a lot of time managing the Empire, but we can still only ensure that most of the citizens can at least survive!"

Shia said, her expression dim. "A large number of foreign people have fled the Silvermoon Empire. They are all people who cannot survive, but sometimes we can only arrange a way for them to leave, otherwise their fate will be starvation!"

"I also think that the elves are a race that at least speaks reason and is willing to speak for ordinary people," Zhou Ren said. "This is actually not your fault, Princess!"

"Huh?" Shia was stunned. "You mean..."

"If you're interested, I can teach you some basic knowledge about productivity and the living standards of residents!" Zhou Ren said. "A compassionate heart and a pitying soul may not be the thoughts a ruler should have, but in this world of power, it may not necessarily be a bad thing!"

He looked at Shia, then at the army below. "Even most mercenaries are willing to listen to your commands, which shows that the Silvermoon Empire is at least mostly beautiful in their hearts!"

"I have always felt that a country that even the people are willing to believe in cannot be a particularly bad country!" Zhou Ren said, patting her on the shoulder. "Ignorance is not your fault, but I think it's pretty good!"

His words made everyone a little confused. They didn't know why the topic would turn to the people and their livelihood, which was a bit heavy.

"Alright! If you are willing to believe me, you can set up a pilot project in the future!" Zhou Ren said. "As for now, do your own thing, Princess!"

The bow that had appeared in his hand at some point, along with the action of drawing the bow and nocking the arrow, quickly bloomed.

Under Zhou Ren's guidance, they gradually turned their gazes back to the south. There, even though the wind was howling, what could not be concealed were the huge figures.

The figures of the two-headed giants were indeed a bit too conspicuous. Even if only a large outline could be presented in the dark shadows, it was enough to warn everyone.

The sparks on the arrow streaked across the night sky, allowing them to see the somewhat hideous faces of those creatures. These orcs, different from the beastmen, with their green skin and huge weapons, were already very conspicuous!

Such a scene further confirmed the truth of what Shia had said before.

After years of education, everyone present knew that once they encountered orcs, it would be a fight to the death!

The elves would not let any orc breathe, and the orcs would not let any creature with the Silvermoon mark go. Therefore, after the two races met, there was no possibility of reconciliation at all.

Knowing the consequences of the collision, all the soldiers and mercenaries had no intention of giving up. If they defended this place and waited for reinforcements to arrive, there was still hope of survival.

If they ran away, under the pursuit of the orc army, especially the pursuit of those small dragonkin creatures flying in the air, they would not have any chance of survival.

Therefore, both sides did not have to worry about any morale issues. In this battle to the death, there was only fighting!

"Master, where do you want to watch the battle?" Mossa asked. He was confident that he could help Zhou Ren stay here.

It wasn't that he was bragging, but with the help of the two magic books, even if the dragon himself came, it would not affect Zhou Ren's viewing.

"I want to see the battle here!" Zhou Ren said. This battle may become his last bargaining chip for cooperation with the elves!

PS: I'm back, resuming coding. This is the daily routine, there should be another chapter today!