MC's career as foreign lord

"Are you talking about those temples in the virtual world? Have gods already moved in?" Zhou Ren was very curious. These gods are really impatient. Don't they have anything else to do? Just staring at the trivial things happening in their territory every day.

"It's already this late, why aren't you worried? If those gods steal your faith, you won't even reach the legendary level!" Shia was angry. Why doesn't this man in front of her seem worried at all? Why am I so anxious for him?

Zhou Ren held her hand, "I'm very touched that you're thinking of me. But you don't have to worry. Our story has only just begun. They can have the faith if they want it!"

All lords build temples in their territories to supply the gods, but Zhou Ren clearly could receive faith but automatically gave it up, which naturally caused the elven princess to be puzzled.

He couldn't explain the situation directly, but he could use another method to attract Shia's attention.

The two of them were currently sitting on a minecart, heading into the tunnel inside the town. After the continuous construction by those skeletons who were still digging, this tunnel looked much wider and brighter. It was no longer the gloomy and dark area it used to be.

A large number of lanterns and torches were hung here, making the surroundings as bright as day, and also causing some dwarves working nearby to stick their heads out to see who was walking towards the mine today.

This road and the mine were of course on the same path. A large number of dwarves would dig up a large amount of ore from the coal mine every day and transport it here for smelting and forging, and then forge all kinds of equipment, weapons, and tools.

Although there was no war nearby, everyone needed to be prepared to prevent the great turmoil two months later.

Zhou Ren was very honest with them about the situation here, and no one wanted to quit. They were just silently accumulating their strength, hoping to contribute to the territory when disaster struck.

"You guys continue, you don't have to worry about me!" Zhou Ren said, "I heard that Leah is very unhappy today. What's going on?"

"It's still Anna," Shia said, "I just designed a teaching program in that virtual world yesterday, and Anna brought Leah over. She should be learning magic in the virtual world now."

"The little girl hates learning magic the most, why bother?" Zhou Ren said. As a special combination of elf and silver dragon, she has a long life.

She has the inherited memories of both races, and also has a stronger talent than ordinary people. Logically speaking, this kind of talented girl should be very dazzling, but she is unusually averse to learning.

"Leah can't just survive with spells. She will be the next Elf Queen!" Shia said. It seems that the Silver Dragon clan also thinks so. They always want the little girl to become the next leader of the Silver Dragon clan. Such a girl with extremely high talent and goodwill towards both races will become the common queen of the two races.

"Why do I always feel that the throne that others flock to is something you can discard at any time?" Zhou Ren complained. Maybe it's because the emperor of this world is different from other worlds. Their Elf Queen has to do more to weigh the pros and cons of the race, rather than being able to do whatever she wants.

"I'm quite grateful for this throne, at least it allowed you to become a prince…" Shia said, her pointed ears twitching slightly, making Zhou Ren feel a little uncomfortable.

"Cough cough!" His scumbag nature was exposed. He coughed twice and immediately changed the subject, "Let's talk about today's matter? How is your Tinkers' Construct smelter research going?"

"Most of the tools can be cast directly, but some key minerals are still missing!" Shia said, hoping to explore with Zhou Ren.

"I know, the minerals from the Nether, Cobalt and Ardite!" Zhou Ren nodded. As an old game player, he was of course clear about these materials from Tinkers' Construct. They are the best materials for making molten metal, and also one of the special materials for making top-level tools.

These two minerals can be fused into another mineral called Manyullyn under molten conditions.

This is the strongest metal when casting swords and axes, that is, axe-blade items, but in terms of making blunt weapons, such as picks and hammers, it is actually inferior to Cobalt.

This also means that Manyullyn can be used to make the best attack weapons, and has the highest mining level and durability.

But ordinary mining tools still need to be made of Cobalt, after all, all molten metals can be cast into various metal ingots on a casting table, and can also be directly smelted into various tools.

And through the special enchantment that comes with Tinkers' Construct, they can be transformed into different appearances, as if they can turn an enchanted obsidian pickaxe into a pickaxe that can mine all ores through the continued strengthening of obsidian.

It has the ultimate mining level, but the durability is not very high, which is also one of the ways to play Tinkers' Construct, which looks very interesting.

"Hmm!" Shia handed over a set of tools. Zhou Ren took them in his hand. This was a set of Adamantine tools, with the highest mining level they have so far, which should be comparable to Manyullyn.

But the biggest problem with Adamantine alloy is its rarity. Compared to the minerals that can be found anywhere in the Nether, the degree of acquisition of Adamantine ore underground can be described as scarce.

"These are the tools made from half of our Adamantine. I added diamond, redstone, and lapis lazuli enchantments, and also added some branches of the Tree of Life!" Shia said.

She is becoming more and more like a player. Even the tool in her hand is loaded with branches of the Tree of Life, which can automatically repair it, and she will never need to make it again in the future. She knows everything very well.

This kind of tool that never needs to be repaired actually comes from some additional mods in the original version. It seems to be called Eternal Branch or Eternal Vine? In short, they are all plants, so it seems reasonable for her to add them.

"Well, thank you for forging this set of tools. I was also planning to make a set for myself!" Zhou Ren said. They finally arrived at their destination, which is the bottom end of the mine he originally designed, directly below the villa he bought in town.

"You better not disappoint me too much, little devil!" Zhou Ren muttered to himself, the voice he made couldn't help but make people feel chills all over their bodies.

"Okay, you can say that in front of that devil. What's the point of saying it in front of me?" Shia slapped him, and the two of them got up from the minecart and came to the portal.

Regarding this teleportation portal, there was actually a very interesting dispute. Because this was one of the few natural teleportation portals in this area, many of the elves were initially unwilling to hand it over to Zhou Ren.

However, they didn't have a valid reason, so they planned to have O'Halyk prepare a justification, but the Great Elder resolutely rejected the proposals of many elves.

"Greed has blinded your eyes. If you're unwilling to give up even such a small benefit, how can you expect others to dare to cooperate with you on a larger scale?"

After the meeting, O'Halyk forcibly reassigned this teleportation portal to Zhou Ren. At that time, the teleportation portal, which was still within the elven territory, was thus placed under Zhou Ren's control.

However, later on, after the entire Northwind Wasteland was designated by the gods to Zhou Ren, all the criticisms ceased. He had become a true Great Lord in just two months.

Whether it was the strength of his subordinates or the vastness of his territory, it was difficult to find a match even among the leaders of the elves. Naturally, no one gossiped or grumbled anymore.

Returning to the villa, this area still maintained its most solemn appearance, with almost no changes except for the table they had placed in the yard.

After all, Greater Demons could appear here at any time. Who knew when a demon might come and explode, causing some risk that would be difficult to resolve. It was better to leave it empty. If they were to launch an expedition to the Abyss, the teleportation portal here could come in handy.

"You damned imp! If it weren't for those demons you mentioned, I would have eaten you!" In the distant Abyss, the Balor Flame Demon was threatening the imp.

It was unknown why, but the two monsters, who should have been mortal enemies, were now lurking in the same corner, seemingly waiting for something?

If you excluded Balor's seemingly earth-shattering voice, it would be even more convincing. A Flame Demon and an Imp were staying at the top of this lava valley, waiting for the dozen or so demons below to come.

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"I'm using my true form as bait. How could they possibly not come?" The imp looked at the Balor Flame Demon beside him with a gloomy expression. If he didn't owe this big guy a favor, he really wouldn't want to work with him.

But if he didn't work with him, he might be eaten one day. He could only pay off this favor first and then find a way to slip away from this big guy.

That's right. After some struggles and disputes, the two guys finally contacted each other and decided to pull off a big one together.

After their projections in the human world were controlled by others, and there was a way to trace back to their main bodies, the two of them knew that they would probably not be able to escape that strange human in this lifetime.

But recently, a story came from the Abyss. The grumpy Plutonium Dragon seemed to have encountered a huge trouble, and this trouble was related to a certain black cube. The imp naturally thought of that human.

He clearly remembered that the most important thing about that human was those cube-like things. Even the prison that held him was made of cubes.

If he guessed correctly, the Plutonium Dragon's trouble was probably caused by this human, which would be really interesting.

Could this guy, who looked weak and relied on some special powers and the necromancer beside him to threaten them, be a newly descended god in this world?

It was no wonder he had such a guess. After all, the only ones who could make the Plutonium Dragon suffer, besides gods, were celestial beings.

What were Hate Dragons? Hate Dragons were capable of hanging Tiamat up and beating her.

As the Mother of Dragons, she had several Hate Dragons constantly opposing her every day. If Hate itself didn't have a divine position, Tiamat didn't know if she could have persisted for so long.

After all, there was only one Mother of Dragons, but the number of Hate Dragons would gradually increase with time. Those mutated, protruding, accidental, or other creatures that were not dragons themselves but had obtained dragon blood could be called Hate Dragons.

Even the Mother of Dragons was somewhat afraid of, or even hated, the Plutonium Dragon, but this lord could do nothing to it, which showed how terrifying the other party was.

This was a simple deduction, so the imp had stopped talking about revenge or retaliation a long time ago. Only the stupid Balor was still desperately saying it.

In order to prevent being settled by a certain lord after the fact, he didn't dare to gamble that the other party was a young man. The imp had been very obedient recently, and even took the initiative to cooperate with this Greater Demon.

Wasn't it because he hadn't been providing high-quality fuel lately, making the lord seem a little dissatisfied with him? If he didn't properly fool them this time, he might be soul-chased next time.

But as an ordinary imp, what kind of influence did he have in the Abyss? So he found Balor and set up this plan. He was responsible for finding and luring those demons, while Balor used his actions to increase their credibility.

At least so far, the two people's plan had been very successful. Those stupid demons believed the words of their colleagues and threatened him with their strength. If he didn't take them to the valley, something unexpected might happen.

Next, naturally, was the two guys' long wait. There was a teleportation portal to the main world in the valley, which even imps would be tempted by. They didn't believe the demons wouldn't be tempted.

Whether they were mutually tempted and then fought each other, or explored together with projections, there wouldn't be any problems. The two guys just needed to wait.

Once the projection of the main world was swallowed, their strength in this world would be greatly reduced, and it would take at least half a month to recover. During this half month, any ordinary demon could finish them off.

Abyss demons would release their projections in relatively safe places, or after releasing them, their main bodies would go to relatively safe places. But the only possible risk was that their projections would be restrained in an instant, and their bodies would be destroyed in a short time.

What the two people were actually waiting for was the opportunity for them to escape. As long as these demons didn't go far and their projections were destroyed by Zhou Ren, then they would have the event of dividing up all the demons' bodies.

"Wait, wait for our lord to understand everything!" The imp muttered to himself.