MC's career as foreign lord

Descending from the high platform, he met with the archers who were taking roll call below.

This was the moment when the archers were truly nervous, needing to concentrate their attention to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy without harming their own.

So even the commander of the archers didn't notice them coming down, his eyes fixed intently on the front.

"Let this war end quickly!" Zhou Ren said, still able to feel the scent of blood drifting over from the battlefield, a stench that even the wind couldn't disperse.

Although he had been calmly observing the war from above, he couldn't remain indifferent; war is a tragic thing, no matter where it takes place.

After coming to this wounded soldier camp, this thought became even more firm, with incessant wails and screams, and the priests patrolling back and forth could only alleviate their pain, but could not give them much help.

Even as Zhou Ren approached, the atmosphere here didn't improve much.

He saw the blacksmith who occupied a whole bed by himself, the only wounded soldier he knew, "Long time no see, Odinsson!"

"Long time no see, Lord!" Odinsson said, his smile pale and weak.

After becoming a noble, Zhou Ren wore the Silver Moon Crest belonging to the Elven Empire.

In fact, most people who saw him felt that this should be his true image, because from his appearance to his every move, only the word 'noble' could explain it.

He didn't have much interaction with the blacksmith, but he had bought things from him once or twice, and both sides had a fairly harmonious impression of each other.

"How are you doing now?" Zhou Ren asked, seeing a morbid paleness on the other's face, and a green liquid flowing from his body, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

"Poison from the gnolls, it seems I won't survive!" he said, this man who forged iron alone in a border town, it seems, also had his own story.

"Don't give up, you may not die!" Zhou Ren said, and Mosa promptly brought over a bowl of Mysterious Stew.

This was actually the Mysterious Stew he usually ate, which had the effect of restoring life.

Of course, he wasn't extravagant enough to give everyone a bowl; even if he had it, he couldn't afford it, not to mention he didn't.

A legendary powerhouse could restore most of their life force with the help of Mysterious Stew, so no matter how much ordinary soldiers could eat, it was impossible for a few people to finish it, right?

The blacksmith who was about to pass away was his test subject, and Zhou Ren said, "I have something here that might save your life, I wonder if you're willing to try it?"

He wouldn't forcefully order these people to eat something; everyone had the right to decide their own destiny, no matter how much or little that right was, at least it was respect for everyone.

"It's the greatest luck to be able to live, go ahead!" the big man smiled freely, seeming to think that he was not suitable for this, "At worst, it's just death, I'm almost there anyway!"

"Then let's try it!" Zhou Ren nodded and called a priest from the side, "Feed him a spoonful and see!"

"This…" The priest seemed a little unwilling, after all, this was their field of saving people, even if the man in front of him was beyond saving, he didn't want to try such an unconventional thing.

"Give him a little! If Lord Zhou Ren is not trustworthy, then there are not many people in this town who can be trusted!" Father Havali came to their side.

Zhou Ren quickly said, "Father, so you are stationed here?"

"The young people have all run to the front lines, so this kind of life-saving work can only be done by us old folks!"

He looked kind and amiable, just like a newly retired old man; if he didn't know that he had knocked many goblins to death with the huge staff in his hand a few times before, Zhou Ren might have been deceived by his face.

Priests were really too deceptive in combat, mainly due to those knight novels; in reality, who didn't know that those priests who read out the canon and promoted education in the church, although they didn't look very strong, but…

"Actually, they are quite amiable; if they hadn't beaten me to death and then brought me back to life, I think I would have said some good things about them!" said an unknown patient.

Ahem, back to the topic.

With Father Havali's strong guarantee, the young priest fed a spoonful of Mysterious Stew into Odinsson's mouth.

The reason why he was a little suspicious was also because the appearance of the Mysterious Stew was really not very good-looking; it couldn't be said that it wasn't very good-looking, it should be said that it was impossible to look at all.

It was a sticky, gray and green intertwined object; if it was suddenly given to Zhou Ren to eat, he himself would think that it was a pool of food just salvaged from some ditch in India.

But those who had tasted it would never forget it; this very magical power, after entering the body, would stimulate more of their desires, of course, only the delicious ones would do that.

He was also fortunate enough to taste that blinding Mysterious Stew, and the taste was a little unspeakable, but these were not the point; the point was Odinsson's reaction after eating the Mysterious Stew.

As mentioned before, he suffered a very serious injury, mainly in the waist and abdomen, a green gash.

This kind of injury was difficult to heal with the help of divine magic, because it contained the power of demons, unless a high-level divine magic practitioner entered the scene, but in such an emergency battle, these were unrealistic.

Moreover, the power of high-level practitioners could not be placed on helping these people; they needed to reserve power to fight against those enemies who might appear, so most of the soldiers could only live a disabled life or die wailing with the help of holy light.

As for now, Odinsson ate the Mysterious Stew with a painful expression; the pain was mainly from the wound on his body, which had already put him on the verge of death.

He who had been able to speak very clearly with Zhou Ren was now in a state of complete deterioration, and even the Mysterious Stew in his mouth was almost vomited out, but he was forcibly pursed his lips and poured it in.

This burly blacksmith still seemed to be in great pain, but everyone around could see that his wailing was gradually becoming more powerful.

Even more obvious was the wound on his abdomen; the blue-green liquid that was still slowly flowing out was now gradually shrinking, and more and more red liquid was flowing out.

This actually meant that the toxins in his body had been completely eliminated, and the rest were just some old injuries; his breathing gradually became steady and calm, and the frown that had been tightly furrowed was now gradually easing.

"Check his current situation!" Zhou Ren said, and before the priest could even open his mouth, Mosa had already answered.

"Physiological characteristics are intact, the wound has healed, and there are almost no problems except for a slight lack of energy in the body!"

"It seems he's just over-fatigued!" Zhou Ren nodded, knowing the extent to which the Mysterious Stew could go.

He already knew the extent to which the Mysterious Stew could go.

If a professional only needs one spoonful to recover, then ordinary soldiers should need even less. So, he had Mosa bring out ten bowls of Mysterious Stew and placed them in front of Father Havali.

“I'll leave the rest to you, Father. I hope you can save more lives!” Zhou Ren said.

He heard the battlefield outside suddenly become noisy again, and he felt that something even worse might have happened. So, he had to go and take a look.

“All this is thanks to you!” Havali said. “May the glory of our Lord forever illuminate the path you take, Lord!”

Zhou Ren didn't take his words to heart. He hurriedly left the wounded soldiers' camp with Mosa, and the next second he saw Locke being knocked flying into the air.

Having just been promoted to a high-level professional, he was still a little outmatched when fighting a two-headed giant whose brute strength far exceeded his own.

However, when he was knocked flying, the opponent wasn't feeling too good either. The damage caused by the warhammer was much higher than that of others, and one could even clearly see the exposed bone inside.

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Locke nodded to him and rushed up again without hesitation. The warhammer in his hand seemed to be the same as before, but when the two-headed giant saw him raise the warhammer, he panicked and raised his club.

“Crack!” With a crisp sound, the old wolf-toothed club suddenly snapped.

This meant that the advantage on this battlefield had been established. Zhou Ren could be sure that it wouldn't take Locke too long to defeat this two-headed giant.

However, the commotion outside wasn't because of this. He climbed onto the high platform again and looked at the current battlefield.

The front battlefield was still the same as before. Those people hadn't quickly determined a winner. Whether it was the elves or the orcs, even the little silver dragon in the sky was still excited!

“If this is all you've got, you should obediently retreat back to your orc empire!” Anna never minced her words. As a dragon, she didn't even know how to spell the word 'mercy'.

The situation was even more difficult for Xiya. The two quasi-legendary-level mages didn't intend to completely defeat each other, because once their battle was decided, it would mean that the war was about to end.

Without an enemy mage to restrain them, a mage who could unscrupulously use all the war spells they had prepared would play a particularly important role in a battle.

It could even be said that given enough time, a mage could even destroy an ordinary legion.

Then he saw a bad scene, which was the two intermediate professionals fighting against the two two-headed giants, and De Laila, who was stubbornly resisting the quasi-legendary.

It was still too difficult for intermediate professionals to resist giants. They were obviously a little overwhelmed, even retreating steadily! One of them was even swept away!

Fortunately, another intermediate professional stepped in to hold the opponent back, but it didn't seem like they could hold on for too long!

On the other side, the little girl's divine magic was indeed incredibly wonderful, and it had even produced very good results, but… she was still too impulsive. This was the Eye of Gruumsh, a quasi-legendary!

He no longer wanted to continue playing with De Laila. This elf girl wearing plate armor was indeed more powerful than he had imagined, but that was all.

When he realized that the other party's holy strike couldn't even cause serious damage to his body, the battle was already over.

“Roar!” With another terrifying roar, his body began to beastialize. That was the path towards the Orc God, and it made De Laila, who was still a little relaxed, suddenly tense up!

She was already a little regretful. She was still a little too relaxed. She didn't expect that this guy in front of her was so strong, so strong that she was even a little unable to cope.

Compared to Locke's battlefield, her side was obviously much more dangerous. The Eye of Gruumsh had already begun to trade injuries with her.

She was a noble after all. Even though she studied this path of priests that excelled in attack and combat power, she had never encountered such a fighting style. For a time, she was not only constrained, unable to free her hands, but also a little timid.

“How long do you think it will take for her to be defeated?” Zhou Ren asked. He had instructed Mosa to keep an eye on these people's situations, so it wasn't actually too urgent at this time.

Mosa shook his head, “The two people's combat experience is too different. In fact, with the blessing of divine magic, her strength is not inferior to the Eye of Gruumsh!”

“If that great knight named Quirion were to participate in this battle, it would actually be over!” Mosa simply stated.

“Oh? What's the reason for this?” Zhou Ren was a little curious. It shouldn't make sense, after all, it was a battle between a high-level professional and a quasi-legendary.

“If it's really a quasi-legendary, most high-level professionals can't last a single move in their hands, except for special creatures, such as dragons!” Mosa looked at Antinorja flying in the sky. “Your Excellency Anna can fight the opponent to a standstill because she is a dragon!”

“Thinking about it, it makes sense. Only someone who is also a quasi-legendary can interrupt Xiya's spellcasting!” Zhou Ren nodded. “Then what do you mean…”

“Master, look, some of the power they wielded in the battle actually appeared on the ground, creating deep pits. This is a situation where the power has not been completely mastered!”

“Miss De Laila created very few pits, but the Eye of Gruumsh created a lot of pits. This shows that his power has not been completely controlled at this time, and it should have been forcibly raised!” Mosa popularized knowledge for Zhou Ren.

“Ah! It seems that my judgment is still somewhat problematic!” Zhou Ren said. After casting the divine magic, the little girl De Laila actually started fighting back and forth with the opponent again!

Suddenly, Mosa's already old face became serious, “I sensed the information of a legend, Master. I'm afraid the legend on the orc side has arrived!”

“What about the legend of the elves?” Zhou Ren asked. Now the situation suddenly became a little dangerous. Once a legend intervened, the entire war situation would be reversed.

“There are no other sounds around except for that legend, Master…” Mosa began to solicit Zhou Ren's opinion.

“Because of what happened the night before, the dragons know of your existence…” Zhou Ren hesitated, “That is to say, they think they can deal with you!”

“I hope they get their wish!” Mosa smiled.

“Then let's wait for them to come!”

PS: Today's first update. If I come back from overtime early, there will be another update ORZ