MC's career as foreign lord

In a sense, the staff in his hand couldn't even be called a staff. Aside from the branch made of the Tree of Life providing a better channel for magic, the top of the staff was very ostentatiously inlaid with a book.

Why use the word 'ostentatious' to describe it? There was actually a deeper meaning to it. After all, the book was in an open state, constantly emitting special rune energy.

According to the characteristics of MC, the rune energy on it will be released permanently before the book loses its enchantment.

They even specifically used emeralds to load some special power into this enchanted book, roughly using Tinker's Construct to attach the power of the emeralds to it, giving it a faint green glow.

This green light displayed all the power of the enchanted book, and even made some subtle changes, the general meaning being...

"Whoosh!" Zhou Ren also made one for himself. He took out such a staff from his inventory, and with a gentle blow, a terrifying firestorm rose from the staff, and then he waved it towards the open space beside him.

Of course, it could only rush towards the open space. If he accidentally threw the entire flame into the wind, the terrifying gale that seemed to condense into a tornado would absorb the entire flame, turning the area that originally only had a strong wind into a place of great wind and fire.

Moreover, this kind of flame does not distinguish between friend and foe. If the orcs outside dared to release it like this, those storms would also descend on their heads, giving them a fiery baptism.

And for a legendary mage, such a staff is more than just a tiger with wings. Almost every rune that scatters out can condense into a new magic. This magic is completely unrestricted by spells, which means that in battles of the same level, Mosa is almost the type that is invincible and can overcome any obstacle.

He possesses a staff that even legendary mages find difficult to access, several magic books that can be opened at any time, and armor that can enhance his combat power and greatly reduce the damage he takes.

Moreover, under the cultivation of this somewhat strange but very useful environment in this area, his body has also become extremely sturdy and strong, almost able to kill a legendary professional who is not a monk in a melee.

After all, freakish creatures like monks are not found in every world. They can fight all legendary creatures in melee, fight dragons in battle, and even win.

So, not fighting monks in melee is almost a creed for legendary powerhouses, and the monks here in Zhou Ren's place are already eager to try.

He wears a suit of protective armor, wears a pair of gauntlets engraved with his own hands, and even enchanted them with Sweeping Edge and Chance.

In his words, why hasn't a dragon let him test the power of his fists? His punch should be able to easily split mountains and rocks, or very arrogantly kill the enemy in front of him. If a legendary mage or archer or other ranged profession fell into his hands, they probably wouldn't last even a second.

Zhou Ren shook his head with a smile, and had to turn his gaze to the distance. There, he seemed to see the great camp of the orc race, shimmering under the illumination of their own torches. Of course, he could also see more unique scenes, special products unique to the orc race, some terrifying war behemoths.

If you still have an impression of the previous two-headed giant, in fact, many people should be clear that these two-headed giants are not from the giant race of ancient times. They don't even belong to the products of the giant race. They come from the sacrifices of the orcs who worship demons.

Those terrifying abyssal demons bestowed their power to some orcs they deemed particularly good, allowing the other party to cultivate into their own power and preserve it.

After all, although the main god of the orc race is not a evil god, he purely possesses the power of chaos. All chaotic camps are natural kindred spirits of the demon race. Even if they come to this world, they will not have any malice towards the orcs.

Because of this, there are often many special collaborations between them. For example, in the orc sacrifices, there will be some options that specifically worship the abyssal demons. They will not be stingy with their faith, and try to exchange their faith for a large enough reward.

Gruumsh is also like this. This god of the orc race seems to think that he is nothing great. He even only hopes that his race will engage in war and chaos, and does not want them all to believe in him.

He believes that it is not wrong for races to be excited about power and strength. He believes that the orc race should be a case of the strong eating the weak. If they are weaker, even if they are overthrown, there will be no complaints.

Because of this, under the tacit consent of their own gods and the indulgence of the abyssal demons, the orc race has completely turned to a very distorted life form. They are keen on transforming themselves into all kinds of savage creatures. They don't think there is anything wrong with becoming monsters.

They even completely transformed one of their races into two-headed giants. Even though these giants are stupid, ignorant, rude, and barbaric, the power they possess can allow the orcs to obtain special treatment in the tribe. They can serve as war behemoths in wars, or become demolition tools in the later stages of the war.

They are not just half-orcs who have just left their race, but a real group of savage orcs. They possess bestiality and a very terrifying chaotic attribute.

They can even see the active scars on their bodies. Those scars are the product of their battles and daily life. The orcs believe that scars are the glory unique to the gods.

This is also what their god Gruumsh has been instilling in them. All orcs are lawful evil or chaotic evil creatures. They are very crazy and difficult to figure out, and possess strong endurance, and are not afraid of battle coming to them.

The many elf archers in the distance, with their good vision, can even see the tusks growing on the orcs' bodies. Those things, like wild boar tusks, grew out of their mouths, as if they were two hooked tentacles.

This thing is certainly not good-looking, but it is enough to make them look more ferocious, especially when their mouths are pursed, the huge tusks are like a terrifying darkness that can devour everything, displayed in front of everyone.

"Our offensive is ready, High Priest, please issue the order quickly. The warriors are eager to go!" Even the most respected High Priest could be ordered around by generals. These orcs, who revered strength, didn't care about others, whether they possessed greater power or not. They only saw what they wanted to see.

"I don't want to hear that a second time. You better remember that!" The Orc High Priest wasn't exactly known for his good temper. Just like the Eye of Gruumsh, he only had one eye.

He grabbed the orc officer's head with one hand and, in the next instant, snapped off one of his tusks.

The Orcs didn't believe in warmth or retirement. Either you worked in your position until you died, with no one able to challenge you, or you were forced to step down in such a challenge and wander in the wilderness.

The Orcs never accepted losers, nor did they dwell on their own failures. They only celebrated success and offered praise to the victors.

As someone who, like the Eye of Gruumsh, had risen through the ranks to become a top-tier powerhouse, he wasn't just some weakling who only knew how to play with magic. In fact, the Orc High Priest's hand-to-hand combat skills were stronger than anyone else's.

After snapping off one of the officer's tusks, the High Priest didn't bother with him anymore. He knew that many orcs would take care of the matter for him. Everyone had seen the broken tusk and the somewhat dazed orc officer.

Their usual fear had long since disappeared. Now, they had no time to be afraid. What was revealed on their faces was eternal excitement and endless greed.

Greed was the greatest nourishment for a race's growth. They grew in greed, developed in greed, and perished in greed.

Sure enough, just a few minutes after he snapped off the orc's tooth, the officer lost the power to truly unleash his strength. He wasn't worthy of holding the position of general. Countless people would come to challenge his position until he defeated them all and re-established his authority, or he would simply leave.

He wasn't worried that the orc army would become disloyal or undergo any special changes because of this incident. Every orc had grown up like this since childhood. They were savage, extremely bestial, full of aggression, and wouldn't pay for their mistakes.

They only acknowledged the mistakes of others and imposed their will on them. Their brown skin seemed to have evolved due to war, allowing them to fight or sneak attack better.

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It was in this environment that the orc officer, not long after leaving, was already screaming miserably. Only then did the High Priest put down what he was doing, his eyes flickering as he stared at the tall city wall in front of him.

Originally, he didn't quite believe it. After all, building a city wall in just two months, unless all the mages were sent, was almost like a fantasy.

But they sent a group of archers and soldiers who relied on the wall in front of the orcs' eyes, resisting the strong wind and building a huge city wall. If ordinary orc troops really wanted to attack this city wall, they would inevitably pay a bloody price.

High walls were always the best place for archers to perform, and this high city wall was even enough for mages to unleash their power. Moreover, this high wall could do most of the things for them, such as concentrating firepower.

The High Priest couldn't help but feel a headache. According to the information he had, there should be more than four legends in this territory, especially the existence of a legendary lich, who should be the defeated opponent he had chased in the past. He didn't expect that he would collude with the elves.

However, everyone knew that once the territory's gate was opened, the elves would arrive at the first moment. They must take down the territory before the elves arrived and successfully allow another legend to obtain the Mandate of Heaven.

Otherwise, after all the legends arrived and the situation became completely chaotic, whoever acted first would be jointly attacked by all the legends in the world.

Legendary powerhouses would not allow their authority to be violated, even if it was the strongest race on the continent. This was a special right unique to their legends!

"Send all my priest teams over. Since they have fewer legends, we will use legends to break the situation. All the legends will rush to the city wall at the first moment to create a huge enough chaos for them!"

As expected of the High Priest, he thought of a solution at the first moment. This time, the orc invasion brought a full 20 legends. Even if there wasn't a top legend like that green dragon, it was still a top combat power on the border that was not inferior to most races.

After all, the border of each race was very vast. If they didn't guard their border well, it would mean that their hinterland would have almost no foothold.

And having 20 legends on the border was already a very extravagant number. Even the elves only placed one or two legends in each town on the border. Even if they came to help this time, there would only be a dozen or so legends.

Everyone clearly knew that the elves' aid during that time was almost at the cost of giving up most of the benefits in their area in order to escape. That was a losing battle.

In the entire grassland, most of the Orcs' territory plans were cleared, all the manpower was cleaned up, and all the traps they set were invisible in the eyes of the legends. That's why they were forcibly driven back to the empire.

If the orc commander hadn't been smart at the time and gathered all the monsters in the wilderness at a very small cost, the orcs would have suffered a big loss this time.

But now it's different. Most of the escaped monsters have been gathered by them and have become a counter-attacking army. And some guys who are beautiful or have special hobbies will be directly sold to the empire's amusement parks for those high-ranking officials and nobles to play with.

His gaze was also very serious. Everyone was waiting for the moment when the wind disappeared. The disappearance of the wind meant that the horn of war had already sounded, and before the elves arrived, the orcs' attack would be terrifying beyond words.