MC's career as foreign lord

"As you wish!" Mossa nodded, still standing beside Zhou Ren.

As Zhou Ren's servant, no one but his master could order this legendary powerhouse to act.

Even if he was a servant, people still needed to maintain a corresponding respect for a legendary powerhouse. This was a lesson that everyone on the entire continent had learned over so many years.

Zhou Ren's meaning was actually quite obvious. He was telling everyone that he was guarding here, and he would let Mossa come forward if anything happened, so that everyone could relax a little.

This kind of implicit hint wouldn't offend anyone, but it would also relax the somewhat suppressed mood of the crowd.

Several people went down, leaving only the young lord standing on the stage, slowly watching the approaching army.

Real wars never have a pre-battle shouting match. By the time they have methodically advanced and the two armies are facing each other, both sides have probably made countless preparations.

So the moment of collision is the most violent moment, just like now.

The orc side became increasingly restless, while the elf side became increasingly silent. A large number of warriors advanced with shields, and the knights had already mounted their horses!

Both sides had met before, so there was no possibility of probing tactics. Meeting and fighting was their tactical level.

"Prepare!" Everyone could hear an orcish roar, but Zhou Ren could understand the meaning of the words.

He found that sometimes knowing too much wasn't a good thing. He could hear the fragmented thoughts in every orc's mind, the somewhat furious roars of their commanders, and even the strange languages muttered by the ogres.

Compared to the orderly command of the elves, the command of these orcs was indeed somewhat rough, or rather, they had no command at all.

It was more like a street brawl, with the leader shouting in front and the followers behind holding weapons and charging forward with loud cries.

The ogres would naturally be dealt with by the warrior class of the elves. It was said that ogres possessed strength comparable to advanced professionals, but it was only comparable.

Even Locke could contend with them back then, let alone the warriors supported by the power of the legion.

The apparent strength was actually just this. The reason why the orcs could contend with the elves was not their art of command, but their terrifying numbers and strong physique.

If the number of elf soldiers was 2,000, then there were at least 6,000 orcs, not to mention their servant races, various goblins, gnolls, and kobolds.

However, the collision would not unfold so simply. The elves would not really wait for the orcs to rush in front of them before launching an attack. The mages were already waving their staffs, creating obstacles for the orcs in front of them.

Shia stood at the front, directing a group of mages behind her to begin preparing a large-scale war magic according to a strict spellcasting route.

Behind her, the archers had already begun to launch arrows under command.

This was actually the first real blow of the battle between the two sides. Compared to the gnolls with demonic power, the elves were even more willing to face these orcs without any protection.

"Shoot!" With the shout of the archery commander, a rain of arrows descended from the sky.

It was truly a magnificent sight. These arrows fell from the sky non-stop, passing over the soldiers in the front row and landing on the wasteland in front.

The orcs were certainly not stupid enough to be beaten passively. They took out their round shields, protected their heads, and then started charging forward with their shields.

"Huh!" Zhou Ren was a little emotional when he saw this scene. He originally thought that these people would use some special method, but he didn't expect that they were really charging forward with shields!

The orcs' idea was very simple. They only needed to rush in front of the elf warriors to avoid being shot by arrows.

Not every elf was a marksman who could accurately distinguish the gaps between orcs and hit the enemy.

However, the archers were not vegetarians during their charge. They took out some fancy-looking arrows and shot them into the air without hesitation.

These arrows, shining with mysterious patterns, exploded automatically in mid-air, exploding into patches, inches, and strands of light, shining with the luster of ice!

Violent ice mist began to explode over the heads of the orcs, making the originally confused orcs even more confused and helpless. Some of the orcs rushing in front crashed into the ice ridges made of ice crystals and died tragically on the spot.

This was the norm in the war between orcs and elves, that is, attrition before the war.

When the scarlet blood splattered, all the orcs began to go crazy!

They no longer continued to move forward, but began to garrison and defend in place. Teams of orcs with many short spears stuck in their bodies came out from behind. This was their ranged attack method.

Of course, in order to prevent the archers from continuing to attack them, a group of goblins and gnolls were directly driven forward by the orcs. Their leaders were either gnoll lords, or Yeenoghu's fangs, or hobgoblins.

Under the threat of the orcs, these dark creatures rushed forward somewhat unwillingly. They were easier to die than the orcs.

But they didn't even have a shield, wearing only tattered clothes and broken armor, and forcibly rushed out a path in the rain of arrows.

"This is a very obvious conspiracy!" Zhou Ren said, "No matter what kind of war, there will be no shortage of cannon fodder!"

This was in line with his impression of war. This group of goblins and gnolls seemed to attract a lot of archer attention, allowing the orcs to rebuild their defenses.

This was a blatant conspiracy. They used cannon fodder to force your firepower to extend forward, because these people would also cause a lot of killing if they rushed into the soldiers or crowds.

After the orcs built their defenses and built earthen platforms, the orc spear-throwers, carrying short spears, finally began their next phase of action.

They stood on the earthen platforms, with an orc warrior with a large shield in front. With a shout from the orc leader standing high, "Throw!"

It was still a very rough roar, but it could still be heard, "Tear all these damn long-ears to pieces!"

The orcs really didn't have so many fancy things. Their language was both brutal and simple, and even sentences with few words were constantly spreading in his mouth, which also greatly increased the strength of the spear-throwers.

"What's going on? Is he a priest?" Zhou Ren asked.

Inspired by their leader, a red glow emanated from these orcs.

A terrifying red power augmented their muscles, further amplifying their already formidable strength, and a dangerous red light blazed in their eyes.

"All orc leaders are priests of Gruumsh!" Mosa said. "He is the chief god of the orc race, worshiping war, chaos, and slaughter!"

"His priests inherit his power and spread war and fear everywhere. This is the real reason for the war between the orcs and the elves!" he explained.

"Because the gods want war, their followers must wage war? Truly the behavior of a tyrant!" Zhou Ren said. He didn't continue speaking but kept watching.

As the javelin throwers advanced, changes finally occurred on Jinling's side. Besides the soldiers holding tower shields in the front, the remaining elves also carried out large wooden planks.

Rather than planks, they were more like tree bark. These thick and enormous pieces of bark were held above the heads of many elven soldiers, ready to withstand the first wave of orc ranged attacks.

"Swish!" Compared to the crisp sound of arrows raining down, the javelins made a much heavier sound. Each of these huge javelins in the sky meant that wherever they struck, the combatant would likely be crippled.

Zhou Ren frowned slightly. Why did the tactics of these two races seem so... ancient?

"Have they not improved their tactics at all after fighting for so many years?" Zhou Ren asked.

"These are all tactical improvements, but once fundamental changes occur, legendary powerhouses will step in and clear the field, negating the effect!"

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Mosa replied that the real combat power of this world was still in the hands of those legendary powerhouses. No matter how lively the legion warfare was, the most important thing was still the clash between top-tier combatants.

"I see!" Zhou Ren nodded. He roughly understood what Mosa meant.

Specifically, if one side's tactical ability surpassed the other side's limit, it would lead to the early entry of legendary powerhouses, directly starting high-end warfare.

And for legendary-level battles, the battles below were no longer significant. "So that means..."

Zhou Ren was shocked. The elves were clearly suffering fewer casualties than the other side, but the other side was still frantically driving them forward to charge.

"They not only want to wage war and plunder, but they also want to deplete the population!"

"This is an unspoken truth. Whether it's elves or orcs, border wars and plundering are about depleting the population!" Mosa said.

"The elves won't allow their own population to be outnumbered by other races, and the orcs won't allow those races who only know how to eat and drink to occupy too much space on their grasslands!"

Since there was no one else around them, the elven elder directly revealed the bloody truth between the races.

"Alas!" Zhou Ren sighed. No matter what kind of war, the inside story was always so cruel.

The javelins rained down before him, striking the huge tree bark with dull thuds, but occasionally piercing through, directly impaling a warrior inside.

Suddenly, screams filled the battlefield, causing some disarray among the mercenary队伍.

The priests, who should have been singing hymns in the city's churches, rushed into the crowd, dragging out the screaming warriors one by one and hurriedly sending them onto stretchers.

Although ancient, the orderly war situation was indeed mesmerizing, but in reality, so many engagements were just a simple prelude.

After exchanging volleys to show respect, the elves finally completed their large-scale war spells. The goblins and gnolls being driven forward had now reached the front lines.

The elves didn't intervene in this type of war. They directly pitted the mercenaries against these subordinates. The orc legion wouldn't move, so they couldn't move either.

The so-called king against king, soldier against soldier, was roughly like this. It seemed that apart from the two two-headed ogres, there wasn't even a single other change on the orc side.

Neither the hidden orc shamans nor the barbarian warriors appeared. Only some ordinary soldiers were confronting them on the front lines.

"Mud Swamp, Fossil to Mud!" Xia's war spell was ready. With a wave of her staff and the resonance formed with the surrounding mages, a large area of land in front of the elven warriors instantly became pitted and uneven, and small bubbles emerged.

The flat land in front of them had now turned into a struggling mud swamp. Some orc soldiers who didn't have time to retreat, and even more goblins and gnolls, were sinking into it.

This was the power of large-scale war magic. They weren't known for their various killing abilities, but their impact and disruption to the battlefield were unique.

The momentum of the forward charge was blunted, followed by an even more frenzied and intense ranged attack. No matter the situation, as long as the enemy was still within the tactical strike target, the archers wouldn't miss any opportunity to shoot arrows.

The orcs seemed surprisingly obedient. In the face of such a mud swamp, they couldn't find a corner to attack and could only continue to retreat.

Either wait for the spell to end and the land to dry again before charging again, or simply change direction.

However, the leading orc didn't seem to want to do that. He roared a few times, "Shamans, open the way for me! The master doesn't have that much time for us to waste!"

"Master?" Zhou Ren keenly captured this term. If the dragons were behind these orcs, wouldn't using the word 'master' be a bit inappropriate? Or could it be...

Several people wearing strange costumes walked out from among the orcs. They wore some bizarre outfits and held blood-colored staffs or terrifying clubs in their hands.

For a race like them, everyone was actually engaged in close combat, so there was no such thing as a physically weak shaman or priest.

Moreover, their spells were even cruder. These crazy fellows even seemed somewhat insane when chanting the spells of their gods.

"Each race has its own special divine magic. They can obtain their own power through blood and faith," Mosa explained. "Our front line is likely in trouble. That's because of the Eye of Gruumsh!"