MC's career as foreign lord

Cutting leaves is not a very difficult task; Zhou Ren only needs a lot of time, and this job requires sufficient patience.

On the other side of the grassland, Mossa had also gently stroked the Tree of Life. As he said, he had indeed never been in close contact with such a Tree of Life before.

In ancient times, whenever they wanted to approach the Tree of Life, the reaction within the Elf race was always extremely intense. Over time, no one wanted to risk displeasing the Queen by touching these strange trees.

After all, in that era when magic was still barbaric, most spells were not fixed. The Elf race in that era was not as deficient in life force as they are now.

They had magic and techniques to extend life, as well as ways to achieve sainthood. Longevity was not really necessary.

"Silvermoon City has even moved to the Astral Plane; those old guys are really afraid of death!" Mossa said. He had naturally heard Zhou Ren's stories about the Astral Plane.

In that ancient era, the lives of all Elves were basically engraved upon Yggdrasil. Back then, the World Tree was not in the weakened, retired state it is now, but rather dominantly occupied the center of the continent.

"Alas!" Mossa shook his head. "When people get old, they want to recall some of the things they've experienced. That's not a good habit!"

His hand continued to touch the Tree of Life, sensing the soulless Tree of Life, which was indeed a very special experience.

"If the Tree of Life involves signing a contract after communicating with it, then a soulless tree is more like engraving one's soul upon the tree!" Mossa murmured, as strands of soul imprints intertwined as he spoke.

These imprints wrapped around the tree in front of him, seemingly elevating its life level slightly, and then were automatically extracted by him.

"I roughly understand!" he said, glancing around before striding towards Zhou Ren's direction.

At this time, Zhou Ren was gnawing on a large loaf of bread. Although rice was delicious, holding a bowl and shoveling rice was naturally not as quick as directly gnawing on bread.

After finishing the bread, he could also enjoy a delicious glass of blueberry juice, which was quite a pleasant experience. Once the planting of these foods gradually got on track, he could eat his fill.

"How is it, Mossa? Did you perceive anything?" Zhou Ren asked as he watched the Lich slowly walk towards him.

"Master, fortunately, I have obtained the method to sign a contract with these trees!" Mossa said. "The tree you planted has no intelligence, so there is no need to communicate with it!"

"Directly engraving one's soul onto the tree can complete the signing of the contract!" he said. "It's just a pity that I am already a Lich and cannot successfully sign!"

"So, they are repulsed by dead life, right?" Zhou Ren analyzed, which was not unexpected.

After all, it was the Elf race's Tree of Life. If it could sign the undead, it felt like they wouldn't have been able to maintain such a large number in ancient times.

He had not forgotten the most troublesome guy in ancient times, who is now the Death Records Officer, Yaegak. When this guy wasn't as zen as he is now, wouldn't he go around looking for trouble?

"Then, how many people can a tree sign?" Zhou Ren asked, but Mossa gave him a very pleasant answer.

"Because the tree itself has no name, it can sign more lives. A tree can sign about five legendary figures or dozens of high-level professionals!" Mossa said.

"This is our capital for recruiting people!" Zhou Ren said with a smile. "Why hasn't O'Halloran come to me after so long? Didn't he go to the Church of the Goddess of Wealth?"

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"That damned dragon is really haunting!" O'Halloran said viciously.

On the desolate wasteland, two figures were fleeing in a somewhat disheveled manner.

They were the Elf race's Forest Regent, who had been high-spirited a few days ago, Druid Society Grand Elder O'Halloran, and the Church of the Goddess of Wealth's person in power in Val City and the northern region of the Northwind Wasteland, Archbishop Sid Wells!

The two had clearly discussed everything, and could even be said to be preparing to start the handover procedure after arriving in this area, while also clearing out the other races in the wasteland.

They also knew that this currency plan would inevitably not be concealed from the entire continent for long, so they had to seize the opportunity to seize enough profits for their race and forces in this huge turmoil.

Everything should have been planned properly. The implementation of the plan in the past two days, as well as the support of others within the race, also demonstrated how wise their decisions were.

Whether it was the Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, or the Elf race's Queen and Pope, all the high-level figures had issued instructions to act expediently.

Even some gods who had hardly paid attention to continental affairs, that is, the superior gods of these two forces, had cast their gazes towards the continent during this period.

Then came the two's escape life.

A full six legendary figures were chasing them all over the wasteland!

Apart from that green dragon, which remained eternally unchanged, they felt that at least two batches of the other five legendary figures behind them had been replaced.

It was either Orcs or Half-Orcs, or some other monster races. Even Kobold and Gnoll legendary powerhouses were among them.

These two races were not major races. As races that had a strong connection with the Abyss, or as races attached to dragons, they would not be allowed to have their own legendary powerhouses.

Therefore, the scarcity of legendary figures in these two races was actually similar to that of the Elf race's royal family, and it was also very unstable, with the possibility of extinction occurring from time to time.

But they had actually joined this pursuit squad, which meant that they were really prepared to tear apart their faces with the Elf race and fight to the death!

"They are clearly chasing after you Elves, why are they chasing after me too? These people have big problems!" Sid said. After all, he had only recently advanced to the legendary level, his position was unstable, and he was not destined, so he obviously couldn't let go as much as the Grand Elder when running away.

His speed would occasionally stop at a very dangerous situation, and occasionally O'Halloran would have to turn back to save him.

Fortunately, the two had finally seen the silhouette of the town. After arriving in this area, those guys wouldn't brazenly run over, right?

But the two's thoughts were shattered the moment they turned their heads. After seeing the town, the pursuers not only did not slow down, but instead increased their speed, seemingly wanting to completely catch up before they left.

"Be careful!" Just as O'Halloran concentrated his mind to face the group of people behind him and waved his staff, his figure was suddenly staggered by Sid.

Clearly displeased, he looked back, only to see several arrows following closely behind them. The two quickly dodged, and in the next instant, the six legends pursuing them arrived at the same spot.

"Whoosh!" Only then did the crowd on the field clearly see the form of the attack: an arrow with snow-white fletching.

On the ground, numerous Little Whites revealed themselves; they were the ones attacking!

"Go!" Seeing this, O'Halikarn seemed to sense something and immediately stopped, bringing Sid with him, allowing the pursuers to catch up.

He wouldn't say anything about the other party pulling him to dodge the arrows, but now those arrows were hitting the monsters' faces.

"Roar!" A terrifying dragon's roar echoed, seemingly causing the arrows to tremble slightly, but they still flew resolutely towards them. Many arrows missed their mark as a result.

However, the green dragon's size was simply too large, and the target was too obvious. The remaining arrows accurately struck him.

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But this bit of attack naturally meant nothing to a dragon. He ignored the arrows stuck in him and continued his charge, the green venom in his mouth seeming to permeate the entire space.

The other legends also displayed their might. Except for the two melee fighters who said they couldn't help, the remaining two mages and one archer immediately unleashed their legendary domains.

Terrifying magical fluctuations and rapid attacks instantly arrived beside them, causing the two who were about to attack to stop again.

"It's too late, Great Elder Dawn. Looks like we have to fight!" Sid said. Even though they had dodged the attacks, the other six had no intention of stopping.

This time, they really had no time to consider. Both of them could only turn around and face the six legends chasing them.

If they were to fight any of the others one-on-one, except for the dragon, they could easily kill them.

However, battles between legendary powerhouses depend not only on combat power but also on the number of enemies. Without the help of an army or any external assistance, they simply couldn't win against a larger number.

That was why he stopped just now. The opponent's attacks were too fierce. If they hadn't stopped, they would have been taken down by countless attacks in the next second. Fighting back was their only chance!

"Let's hold out for a while. The magical fluctuations should bring Lord Mosa down here!" O'Halikarn said, his gaze strangely drifting towards the distance. At the spot where they had been standing, a row of white skeletons seemed to be diligently shooting arrows from their hands.

"You can't escape now…" the green dragon said, his large mouth opening as if to create a sonic boom, shaking the two of them.

O'Halikarn said, "You don't dare come here to cause trouble, so you can only come and make trouble for me. Dragons really are bullies!"

"The Orcish race will never forget the suffering you caused them, and the one who killed the priest will receive the ultimate punishment!" Although the orc didn't say it explicitly, it was clear that they were being hunted because of the fall of a certain legend.

This was also why they hurried to stop the two before they entered that territory. If they really entered that area, would the unknown powerhouse attack again?

No one could be sure whether that was a one-time attack or a trap deliberately set by a legendary hunter.

No matter which race, they couldn't withstand the heavy blow of consecutive legendary destructions, and they all knew that this area would only be peaceful for a short time. When the great storm comes, there won't be much time left!

They could only seize this opportunity to quickly eliminate all the people they wanted to eliminate, instead of continuing to delay.

"So… let's fight! Before the master over there reacts!" The two legends entered their states almost simultaneously, facing the silver dragon who had completed his druidic transformation and the archbishop who was praying to the sky, bringing down boundless divine light.

Their fight, of course, would be a grand spectacle. After all, both were high-ranking members of their respective forces. Even if they faced several equally legendary opponents, given time or even a slight delay, they might have a chance to kill them all.

But the main thing was that they needed time. With the obstruction of a legendary creature of the same level, or even slightly higher, the remaining five could easily divide, surround, and attack them.

Gradually wearing them down like this could directly exhaust them, until all their strength was depleted, and then they would be completely defeated.

This was also how most races on the continent eliminated legends: using numerical superiority and needing strongmen of the same level to restrain them. Only a few races, such as dragons and titans, didn't use these methods.

Of course, those so-called god-children or saint-level guys didn't need to either, just like no one would provoke a part of Yggdrasil's body left on the continent.

There were always some creatures whose structures were different from ordinary life. Their combat power was comparable to gods!

Of course, there were also some legendary arcanists who had lived too long.

After all, while modern mages were restricted by spells, these arcanists, who could prepare their fighting methods and accumulate combat skills at any time, were the ones who could truly slay gods and destroy demons.

Ancient rumors said that a certain arcanist spent several years preparing, and then, before a certain god descended, transformed the entire area he was in into a withered zone.

He even raised endless death veils in that area, constructed countless undead disasters, and then, at the moment the god descended, triggered an undead shock that was enough to shake the entire continent!

Thus shaping the miracle of mortals slaying gods!

This was a rare case among legendary creatures!

"Ah, then what is that thing that is revealed in the sky after the death of a destined legend? It can't be their contribution to this world, right?" Zhou Ren asked, standing with Mosa on the top of the tower, looking at the distant explosion.

"That kind of thing is the destiny of that legend. Even if he completes the mission of destiny, the destiny on his body will not disappear because of it. As long as someone can inherit this destiny at this time, then he will automatically become a destined legend!"

"No wonder Locke said that my place will become extremely lively. That's what's going on!" Zhou Ren nodded. If it could really be inherited, it would be more than lively here!