MC's career as foreign lord

Locke took the hammer, and the strange feeling in his hand immediately made him feel a special power.

In Zhou Ren's perception, this hammer was actually a bit wasteful in terms of materials.

It required two wooden sticks and five iron ingots to perfectly cover the upper end of the wooden stick. The attack power wasn't particularly high, only adding 6 points, but this was already the attack power of an iron sword.

And as everyone knows, the iron sword in MC is actually like cutting iron like mud!

Zhou Ren was very curious, what kind of performance would such an attack power have if it were loaded onto a sledgehammer?

It couldn't possibly be that a layer of sword light could be loaded onto the very round hammerhead, and then cut out blood, right?

He was worried about not having a place to try it out, and now a free hammer tester had arrived.

Locke was also a little excited. The moment he held the warhammer, he felt the different reaction of this weapon compared to the weapons he usually used.

This weapon was extremely heavy yet extremely light. Extremely heavy was his own feeling. The terrifying hammerhead seemed to have the weight of half an iron pillar.

If Zhou Ren knew what he was thinking, he would say that this was actually not his illusion.

5 iron ingots, isn't that the weight of half an iron cube?

But holding this weapon in his hand, he didn't have that particularly heavy feeling, only a sense of solidity, which also surged with a reassuring atmosphere.

He jumped up directly, cutting down most of the orcs in the orc group, scaring the remaining orcs into fleeing, and then faced the two-headed giant.

"He just advanced to the high level, can he defeat the opponent?" Shia hesitated.

Zhou Ren smiled and said, "Don't worry, aren't I watching?"

His gaze swept across the battlefield. After the long-range attack ended, in the situation of a head-on charge, the high-level people couldn't actually intervene in this battle.

No wonder some people say that the battle of high-end combat power determines the outcome of the war, but the battle of the lower levels determines the process of the war.

No one dared to charge into the battlefield at this moment, except for demons.

At this time, everyone was already mixed together. Except for the archers who were firmly protected, knights, warriors, or barbarians were mixed together, fighting quite well.

He wasn't paying attention here. There was actually nothing to watch on this battlefield. A large number of priests waved the light in their hands, rescuing some dying warriors, and then quickly left the field under the cover of their teammates.

But the wounded orcs were just lying on the ground wailing. The priests or witch doctors behind them didn't have any intention of coming up to help.

Zhou Ren guessed their idea of consuming the population, and didn't find it surprising, but the bloody nature of this battlefield still exceeded his imagination. War is still too cruel!

Limbs were flying everywhere between those waving swords, and low-level professionals were like entering an uninhabited land in the crowd, causing slaughter everywhere.

Only when they found another professional and confronted him could ordinary soldiers relax a little.

Whether it was elves or orcs, the most casualties were still ordinary people who had not become professionals.

At this time, the advantage of weapons was revealed. Elven or human professionals could always cut off the opponent's weapon after a few rounds of weapon confrontation, and kill them directly at the same time.

The orc professionals were always trapped by the sharpness of their weapons, and had to retreat, or even lose their lives on the spot.

The most obvious performance was Odinsson. He really didn't sell the long sword, but used it as his capital to fight in the army.

This old blacksmith, who seemed to have seen a lot of vicissitudes, was no less powerful in battle than Locke was at the beginning.

So someone finally found him. Zhou Ren glanced around, and when he saw the other party again, he was already leaning on his long sword, dying.

Under his feet was a jackal warrior with marks tattooed on his body, fangs carved on his face, and demonic flames flashing in his body.

This was a standard Yeenoghu Deathfang, but at this moment, his body had been cut off by a sword, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, still looking very ferocious.

But for the two of them, this war was already over. The blacksmith looked at the high platform and saw the young man who sold him the long sword, and smiled slightly.

"Alas!" Zhou Ren sighed, "Mosa, see how many people are still not completely dead in those battles? If there are any, save them!"

He still didn't have the heart to watch them simply pass away like this. These soldiers who were fighting for the people of Dawn still had the need to be rescued.

No matter what, they were at least fighting for their own future or for the people. He couldn't save the dead, but he also wanted to do his best for those who were dying.

"Do you want to save them?" Mosa asked. He was suddenly a little worried about his Mysterious Stew.

Zhou Ren smiled and said, "Just do a little bit! Go get your Mysterious Stew. Each bowl can be divided into many portions. Even you can get benefits, ordinary soldiers should only need a very small amount!"

"Your will!" Mosa said, and turned to disappear.

Shia looked at Zhou Ren with some doubts, "Do you want to give them * * Spirit Fruit? They may not be able to accept this kind of power!"

"Of course not, you'll know when the time comes!" Zhou Ren shook his head silently. He continued to look at the front of the battlefield and saw the petite figure fighting the huge orc warrior in the second round.

Compared to their branch of priests, that is, the old priest with knotted muscles, the girl's battle was obviously more ornamental.

She clearly didn't seem to have much power on her body, but fighting the opponent with the weapon in her hand was still evenly matched. The collision between the two was not an ordinary game, but a collision between forces, a collision between flesh and blood, and a splash between lives.

"Damn elf!" This orc probably didn't expect that he, a dignified Eye of Gruumsh, would be stopped by a little elven priest girl.

At this time, he couldn't care so much, and didn't even want to pay attention to the initial war plan, but directly and fiercely began to erupt.

"Those who stand in the way of my attack must die!" he roared, his body blooming with red light. Everyone fixed their eyes and saw that it was the light coming from another place, it was a red hand that had just stretched out from the orc group.

"The priest is blessing him, interrupt him!" Anna said quickly. As one of the few top combat forces, she had to watch the top power that had not yet appeared on the orc side.

Mosa's arrival just now made the Silver Dragon very uncomfortable. Now that the other party had finally left, she could of course free up her hands.

Some obscure dragon language ran out of her mouth, and what was condensed was a series of strange ripples, and directly connected to the invisible magic network in the air.

Then, the red light on the Orc warrior's body directly disappeared, and a somewhat angry roar appeared in the Orc crowd.

The numerous Orc groups were directly separated, revealing the Orc priest inside who looked a bit old, but whose body was still strong.

The Orc race is inherently different from other races; they don't have physically weak spellcasters, because every warrior is a well-honed slayer, and even if they were to choose a priest, it would be from among the strongest fighters.

Therefore, this spellcaster was obviously very angry after his spellcasting was interrupted. As Orcs, they don't need to think too much, at least their god doesn't favor Orcs who like to think.

He wants to start a deathmatch with the person who provoked him! Even if it's a terrifying Silver Dragon!

Therefore, the well-prepared Anna, at the moment she raised her hand, was already itching to get into the fight.

With these two high-level professionals gone, now only Zhou Ren and Xia are left watching the arena on the high platform.

"It's just the two of us left!" Zhou Ren said, realizing that he really was a classic outsider. The fighting below was so lively, but it was eerily silent up here.

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Xia shook her head, she also felt her enemy, "No, it's just you!"

She immediately flew into the sky, because in the distance, among the Orc crowd, there was also a mage slowly rising into the air.

That was a shaman with a strange appearance, he stood high in the sky chanting, as if speaking mythical languages in the form of spells, and the power around him seemed to have already proven his identity. This was another new Orc Quasi-Legend who had just arrived.

Almost all of the high-end power on the Elf side has already been deployed, but the situation is inevitably beginning to slide towards collapse.

Because… apart from the blacksmith who fought until his strength was exhausted and directly severed a Yeenoghu Tusk who was trying to sneak attack him, none of the experts from these three races have appeared yet!

Zhou Ren heard Mosa say that Hobgoblins basically don't have high-level professionals unless top-tier races use their own blood to elevate them.

And before, even high-level professional Hobgoblins had already appeared twice. He wouldn't hope that there were only these two, not to mention the true lords of the Gnoll and Kobold races hadn't shown up either.

Since the lives of demons have already been involved, the group of Gnolls who truly pledge allegiance to the lord, that is, the followers of the Gnoll King, who have become the lord of Yeenoghu's Tusk, haven't appeared yet.

As for the Kobolds, they are even more outrageous. As Dragonborn, after submitting to a dragon, how could they not have received the benefits that dragon gave them?

And Dragonborn, although their advancement is more difficult after obtaining the dragon bloodline, the increase in power they obtain is real, which also means that there must be high-level professionals among this group of Kobolds.

Moreover, with careful planning against unpreparedness, the experts who came here have already been blocked by the Orcs. How could they not want to do their best to take this place in one fell swoop?

For the Elves, the biggest defensive facility is the Tree of Life, which would never appear in the Northwind Wastelands. Even Zhou Ren, as the leader of the Orcs, wouldn't easily let go of this opportunity.

"Master, ready!" Just as Zhou Ren was thinking about these things, Mosa came to his side and raised his hand to block a fireball that was fired from a distance.

Zhou Ren was shocked. Although he was sure that his defense was sufficient now, he still didn't want to take such a huge fireball from a distance.

"It's still too dangerous for you here, Master!" Mosa said. After the people on this high platform jumped down, there was really only a living target left here.

Zhou Ren nodded. He also felt that he couldn't use his abilities to their full extent here, and he didn't have enough long-range attack methods either. Standing here and getting beaten up wasn't really his style.

"Next time, I must get two snow golems!" Zhou Ren thought silently, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

Since they don't have high-end combat power on their side, and the other side does, doesn't that mean they can let the Iron Golems come into play?

As he thought this, after giving a little order, the two Iron Golems at home were gradually rushing towards the outside.

But there's no need to rush now. After all, the other side hasn't attacked here yet, and no new high-level professional-level combat power has appeared.

"Let's go see the injured people!" Zhou Ren nodded and jumped down from above. "Those people have all been rescued, right?"

"As long as they didn't die on the spot, they're basically lying in the camp tents behind the wall now!" Mosa said.

"I hope we can still save their lives!" Zhou Ren sighed, and he turned his head to look at the battlefield again. At this time, the color of the blood below could no longer be seen, and it was surging together with the thick mud. The flesh and blood on it was blown away by the strong wind.

He was somewhat surprised to find that both sides seemed to possess the power to resist the strong wind, but they couldn't prevent the lives of the dead from being blown away by the wind. This defense seemed to only be for helping the living.

And the great experts on the battlefield had long ignored these strong winds. They were able to withstand the wind and frantically use their power in battle, and also tried their best to pull their battle towards the edge of the battlefield.

No one wanted their power to harm the ordinary soldiers around them, except for those Gnolls who had already gone crazy, and of course the three two-headed giants, who seemed to have no way to control their rationality and began to move around randomly.

The chaos on the scene had already begun to affect the war situation. At least the sound of command was a bit useless. This was actually a drawback of high-level warfare.

Commanders are basically high-level professionals. They need to deal with their opponents, and they can only neglect the management of the troops under them.

In this situation, a large number of teams began to fight on their own, and some even ran to the corner to look up at the Silver Dragon fighting in the air.

"Let's go!" Zhou Ren said, watching the fireball in the distance rise again. The group of low-level priests seemed to have lost their target and found him, the person on this high platform.

"Those who dare to sneak attack the master should be sent to be buried!"

Mosa said. He was a master at playing with souls, so he didn't even think about letting the other party live to the next second.

With just one glare, the Orc priest who was still provoking them seemed to have been completely obliterated and collapsed softly.

PS: I have to work overtime and code, my brain is swollen, it's uncomfortable……