MC's career as foreign lord

Besides the green monsters, countless little white figures wearing various hats were also driven out, moving upstream along the current.

These white, skull-like monsters were quickly recognized by the many Orcs, but they showed little fear. Compared to the green monsters that exploded upon contact and caused significant damage, these walking skeletons seemed like adorable little pets.

After all, every Orc had heard tales of necromancers and had seen strange undead creatures created by necromantic magic. To them, these beings were merely a minor annoyance in life, not particularly significant creatures.

In the real world, encountering moving skeletons would likely terrify everyone. The fundamental laws of physics would prevent them from believing that skeletons could exist in this world.

However, in this magical world, compared to the bizarre gods, various mages, and warriors with incredible physical strength, the frail and fragile skeletons were merely a form of entertainment in most people's lives.

Then, they experienced the most astonishing fear in their history. Unlike the zombies, which could be repelled by their attacks or magic, these terrifying skeletons possessed an absurdly high chance of dodging.

They mostly ignored the arrows fired by the Orcs. It could be said that most projectiles missed their skeletal frames, barely touching them and causing minimal damage.

However, when the little white figures fired their arrows, it was a completely different story.

These arrows, capable of piercing mountains and splitting rocks, struck the Orcs, creating terrifying penetrating wounds. Sometimes, two, three, or even four Orcs were pierced by a single arrow, pinning them to the ground.

As for the zombies, their attacks were met with constant retreat, failing to produce any encouraging combat results. Only when the zombies surged towards the Orcs did they understand what these foolish creatures feared.

These creatures' attacks inflicted special, terrifying damage on each individual. All Orcs struck began to transform and become even more terrifying, even attacking their own kind halfway through the transformation.

Compared to other attacks, this was a truly fatal blow.

Most of the Orcs failed to reach the figures they desired. They craved terrified faces, fearful gazes, and puddles of weak, trembling flesh.

Instead, they faced inexplicable defenses, a crumbling front line, and bizarre monsters.

Especially when their army charged towards the green monster and exploded into a cloud of blood mist before its eyes, the dissatisfaction of all the Orcs reached its peak.

The Orc soldiers began to raise their weapons and charge towards these monsters. They could no longer endure this frustration, unable to even see the enemy's face, only vague figures on the city walls.

However, their forces had already suffered heavy losses. Before the legends could break through the city walls, hindered by numerous other legends, they discovered that their morale had suddenly collapsed by half.

And when the injured Orc soldiers slowly twisted their heads, staring at their companions with exposed veins and terrifying eyes, and began to tear at them wildly, the war, in a sense, was already over.

Of course, not the overall war, but the Orc soldiers on the front lines were on the verge of collapse. They could only forcibly replace them with another group from the reserves.

At this point, the Orc High Priest knew he could no longer delay. Time was slipping away. The legendary celestial mandate in the sky became increasingly prominent, indicating that the time of inheritance was approaching rapidly.

If he didn't act quickly, the other legends would enter the fray, and he would lose control.

So, the Orc High Priest immediately began his actions. He looked at the monsters that remained unmoved by the attacks of the crowd, even disrupting the Orc army with their own attacks, and finally made a ruthless decision.

They had discovered that only a small amount of magical attacks could harm the monsters. They were immune to physical damage but could be affected by elemental or other special damage.

This was actually due to the original characteristics of the MC's monsters. They were not truly monsters but rather life forms from another world. Physical attacks originated from this world and had no effect. Only magic, an attack unique to a mage's inner self, could be effective.

In special terms, only attacks of the mind could work, because only attacks with malice could eliminate the monsters produced by the world itself, unless there was a clash of rules.

Terrifying magical flames poured from his palms, like raindrops falling on each monster, igniting inextinguishable flames on their bodies.

These flames carried the spirit of the Orc High Priest, allowing the little white figures and skeletons to live forever in the flames. Their arrows and attacks even carried the effect of the flames, causing even greater casualties to the Orcs. However, the good news was that they had finally exterminated these monsters.

However, those transformed comrades were not spared. All the Orc monsters were turned to ashes in the great fire. In their eyes, this not only eliminated the risk of infection but also minimized the collapse of morale.

But in Zhou Ren's eyes, this was the greatest killing move. It did prevent the Orcs' morale from collapsing, but all the uninjured Orcs might think, 'The injured Orcs were directly eliminated. If the Orcs encounter these monsters again in future battles and get injured, will they also be eliminated without hesitation?'

With this thought in mind, would the Orcs still fight hard in the upcoming battles?

Zhou Ren smiled. He had been waiting for this moment. The roaring flames suddenly disappeared, and many Orc legends flew out, tightly surrounding the eight legends in the sky. Even the Silver Dragon Anna had to transform into her true form. Even without reaching the legendary level, she could withstand the damage of two legends.

Zhou Ren shook his head, shrinking the Silver Dragon lady back from her gigantic form. "They're enough already; we don't need you joining the fight!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the legendary figures taking out their equipment. They retrieved enchanted books, donned new armor, and picked up strangely shaped weapons. Some even put on helmets that completely concealed their faces.

Yes, I'm talking about you, Monk Gano! Zhou Ren glanced at him. This monk had become so extravagant that he covered his entire head with a helmet, his whole body encased in armor woven from mithril and adamantine.

The others mainly hadn't upgraded their armor due to a lack of funds. Otherwise, he would have turned even his breastplate and leg guards into adamantine. However, this was already sufficient. Such defense could withstand even Mosa's bombardment for half an hour.

That's assuming the lich goes all out, using every spell capable of directly confronting ordinary lower-level deities and employing the newly acquired staff for unlimited bombardment.

And even such repairs would only require a small amount of experience points to fully complete. Monk Gano had made extensive preparations for his equipment and future gear.

Throughout the territory, one could hear the sounds of him working. Whether it was building city walls, transporting materials, training personnel, or clearing monsters, this monk rarely returned to his temple, desperately taking on all sorts of jobs. Even the construction of the market owed a part to his efforts.

However, when a legendary powerhouse shamelessly competes for work, the results are remarkably pleasing. Within a month, he successfully crafted a set of equipment for himself and his disciples, and he had long since started accumulating various enchanting experiences, even using his experience points to create coins for sale.

Indeed, people in various places had begun to choose to exchange their own products for coins, and coins could also be converted using lower-value gold or other metals. The synthesis methods were clearly written at the entrance of the Goddess of Wealth's church.

No one felt there was anything wrong with this. After all, this ability was provided by Zhou Ren, and only the residents of his territory possessed the ability to convert metals into currency. When the currency was spread to other regions in the future, everything would have to start anew.

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Getting back to the point, as Monk Gano displayed his armor, the orcs on the opposite side seemed to become impatient. They could tell that the monk in front of them was only slightly stronger than them.

Normally, that slight advantage would be fatal in hand-to-hand combat. After all, for a monk, even a small opening could allow him to beat you into submission.

But now they outnumbered him 2.5 to 1, with an average of two to three people ganging up on one person. Moreover, Mosa was being held back by the orc high priest, and his disciple Sandru was also blocked by a legendary mage. The situation was now 18 against 6!

These two legendary mages were the publicly known legendary forces of the territory, so the orcs targeted them very clearly. They directly chose two lightning shamans to counter them. If the legendary mages wanted to summon their legendary creatures, whether it was the Skeleton King or the Bone Dragon, they would be directly countered by the legendary lightning spells, and even suffer injuries themselves.

The high priest himself possessed both lightning shaman and lightning priest powers, making it easy to deal with the lich of his level. He wasn't the Lich King of the Netherworld legends. After all, when the God of Death abdicated, all the Lich Kings disappeared.

Even Ioulaum, the mind flayer lich hiding in the Underdark, had never thought of pursuing such a title, whether it was out of fear of the ancient god of death's name or simply a lack of interest.

Zhou Ren's eyes flickered slightly. This group had really gone all out to deal with him. Now the remaining six legendary figures in the territory had to face the eighteen legendary figures in front of them, an average of three per person, but there wasn't the slightest fear on their faces.

These eighteen legendary figures were very cunning. They directly rushed to the front of the field, blasting everything in sight to clear away any possible traps and paving the road.

The interweaving of ice and fire caused the lava-like stones to solidify, extending the road directly to the foot of the city walls. Next, they would face the attack of the orc army!

This generated attack did cause a moment of panic among the people on the city walls, but the legendary powerhouses in the sky took out their tools, all sorts of bows and arrows radiating spirituality and light, various enchanted books with special abilities, and the special equipment they wore, crafted with their own money.

Among the three legendary figures of the elven race, two druids had already transformed early on, one turning into a giant treant, and the other turning into a terrifying hawk. The armor on their bodies also began to transform with their shapes, seamlessly switching to fit them, and both still held a staff in their hands.

Although it was inconvenient to cast spells in beast form, these staves that could cast instant spells were just too useful. The two druids couldn't resist and spent money to buy them.

As for the other elf, the elven ranger Seymour whom Zhou Ren had subdued, his equipment was much more luxurious. He held two longbows in his hands, with special arrows and traces of specially made potions.

He also unhesitatingly drank a bottle of strength potion, and then the longbow in his hand emitted a special sound, clearing out all the orcs in a line on the field with a single arrow.

It was only natural to return the favor. Since the other side had destroyed almost all of their traps, retaliating by destroying an orc unit shouldn't be a problem, right?

The other three legendary figures were unremarkable. All three were hidden in thick armor. Apart from the Myconid King's ten-meter-tall body, which was a bit out of place, the three had all completed their combat preparations.

Zhou Ren said silently, "Jim, keep a good watch here. Take your weapon, and if anyone is unable to hold out, you go up and replace them!"

The skeleton covered in white light beside him nodded silently, and behind him, several powerhouses who had just arrived from the underground world also gripped their weapons, but didn't say much.

He still had many trump cards. Today, he could have a good time playing with the orcs.