MC's career as foreign lord

Just because he could think that way didn't mean the Orcs could. Even with all the Legends in the sky temporarily held back, even if the Orcs believed they had victory within their grasp, they still had to deal with them one by one.

This group of Legends, seemingly unremarkable, were terrifyingly tough. Whether it was the terrifying armor they wore or the various tools they held, the power emanating from them was enough to make every Legend-level powerhouse tremble.

Just take those enchanted books, for example. They could even say that three Legends besieging one, if not for the help of the enchanted books, they would have already won. Even if the opponent was inside that tortoise shell, so what? Three against one, they had an absolute advantage in strength and numbers.

One person would entangle the opponent, and the other two only needed to attack with all their might. No Legend of a lower level could win under such circumstances.

After all, reality isn't a game. There aren't so many advantages, and attribute counters don't exist. There's no such thing as overcoming challenges. Everyone is a Legend, and everyone has walked this path. How much worse could others be than you?

Since there's no real level suppression and no so-called power advantage, what remains is the so-called struggle.

But with the help of special enchanted books, these people either moved incredibly fast, possessed special freezing abilities, or were like a true stone, impervious to any attack.

The battlefield on the other side was much less exciting. After all, the battle between a Necromancer and a Lightning Shaman wasn't much to watch. Both sides were just summoning and dispelling.

Mosa and Sandru seemed happy to stall against the opponent's two high-level combatants. After all, the advantage was on their side. Similarly, the other two thought the same way. They all felt they had a great advantage and no chance of failure. So, the four highest-level combatants were actually stalling, as if waiting for the others' battles to end.

Under this strange tacit understanding, they actually fought very harmoniously, with no hint of a life-or-death battle. Gradually, they also sensed the other side's confidence.

Those two top Legends of the Orcish race were very strange. Even though they had a particularly huge advantage, why were the others stalling? Could it be that the Elven reinforcements were already on their way?

It was better not to think deeply about it, but once they did, they felt uneasy. Even though the Orcs and Elves had been fighting and killing for tens of thousands of years, if the Elves' 20 Legends came, their 20 would be finished.

This was a loss that the entire Orcish race couldn't afford. They couldn't let Zhou Ren have his way. They had to take this territory before the Elven reinforcements arrived. Now it seemed impossible without resorting to some tricks.

The two high-level Legends exchanged a look and no longer concealed their abilities, nor did they wait for good news from other battlefields. Instead, they quickly used their combat skills directly.

This action made Mosa sigh, and the two Orcs were immediately overjoyed. It seemed they had guessed right once again.

"Isn't stalling good? You want to die sooner!" Mosa shook his head and suddenly ascended into the sky. A pile of skeletons suddenly emerged from the ground to hold back the two Orcs. It looked like these two Necromancers were trying to escape, rising higher and higher.

"Hahaha! Your Necromancers are running away, leaving only you people to resist stubbornly!" The Orcs weren't fools after all, and they were quite skilled in the art of attacking the mind. It was a pity that his words had no effect.

Whether it was the army on the ground or the Legends in the sky, none of them were discouraged by this. They even had the mood to comment on this area.

"How long do you think it will take for these two to be dealt with?" Several Legend-level powerhouses who were being beaten even had the mood to open a betting pool, which showed that the pressure they were under was actually quite small. After all, these people couldn't even break their defenses, and a few spells were enough to make them helpless.

They could even spare some time to strike hard, making some Orcish powerhouses with little defense grit their teeth in pain.

That's right, everyone was actually stalling for time, waiting for the battle under Zhou Ren's command to end. They had to hold all the ships in place and prevent them from moving, otherwise, if the results of the battle below were discovered, some bad situations might arise.

So, several people from the faction also took out their enchanted books, and a terrifying ice wall began to extend under their feet, forming a thick, special layer of ice that completely concealed all the movements of the battlefield below.

"Is this the funeral you prepared for yourselves? It's really not bad. I'll grant your wish and send you on your way!" The Orc High Priest seemed to have noticed this as well, but he wasn't panicked at all. Instead, he was very arrogant.

He finally caught up with the two Legend-level mages flying into the sky and had already gripped his staff. Violent lightning, descending from the sky, continued to spread. This sky would be their home ground.

And the Orc army below had finally overcome the many obstacles. After hearing about the lessons of their predecessors, they not only didn't become afraid, but became even more frantic. After all, they hadn't experienced this kind of fear, and could only feel the cowardice of the army ahead.

And the Orc race would not accept cowards. They would only accept strong warriors. If the strong warriors weren't strong enough, then they would let the strong warriors fall.

They fiercely charged at the line of defense, as if they were about to break through in the next moment and enter the city walls to slaughter.

At this moment, the Elven archers all made a move that they couldn't understand at all. These archers put away their longbows, picked up their weapons, collected all the arrows on the city walls, and then jumped directly to a city wall behind.

Just as the Orcs thought that the first line of defense had been broken and were preparing to attack the second line of defense, the dark city wall suddenly contracted downwards, and a dwarf holding a huge, thick shield stood there.

This was the shield Zhou Ren had given them. There were 20 of the same shields, a total of 21 shields, standing in front of all the Orcs, making them feel that the defense of these people was truly ridiculous.

Before the terrifying Orc army's fierce charge, even if there were 100 shields, so what? One charge could solve them all!

Next, these dwarves pulled out a strange machine that looked particularly huge from the cracks in the city walls. It looked a bit like a strange tied-together musket, with 6 dark muzzles.

The two other dwarves who suddenly appeared under the cover of the shields didn't care about the arrows shot by the Orcs at all. Instead, they quickly began their actions. One held the muzzle and pressed the trigger, and the other quickly shook the handle next to it, causing the bullets and the barrel to rotate!

Standing on the city wall, Zhou Ren sighed a little. He thought of the use of this kind of machine, like a cloth-tearing machine, on the battlefield in the beginning.

On the African battlefield, the first machine guns achieved a terrifying kill ratio of 1:10,000. Before such war machines, everyone was equal.

Due to the long-range attacks of magic and various bows and arrows, he wouldn't use them in the initial battle. After all, using machine guns in the initial battle would be too much of a foul.

But once the distance closed to only 1,000 meters, and all the orc cavalry began to charge, their infantry also surged forward at this time, and everyone began to gather in this area, it would be the best time for them to use this kind of machine.

In reality, the orc wolf cavalry would not give up charging because of the loud noise. Their strict battle results and serious training would make the wolf cavalry continue to move forward regardless.

This was naturally a nightmare for ordinary races, making it impossible for them to use any methods to deal with beasts, unless they fired rockets at close range.

But such a close distance would also expose themselves to the opponent's attack, which was simply unrealistic, making the orc wolf cavalry quite invincible for a period of time.

It was only when humans invented ironclad cavalry, and the elves also invented a powerful and terrifying longbowman legion, that they were unable to truly run rampant on the continent.

However, both of these armies required huge war strength and terrifying internal resources. Without these two teams, there was no way to confront the wolf cavalry. Many people could only fight and retreat or specialize in attacking the wolves they rode.

But now, from this moment on, all war histories would be directly rewritten. The terrifying metal storm began to surge the moment they took it seriously, and rows of fierce metal, like a torrent of bullets, would fly out.

"Roar!" The first to feel uneasy were the wolves ridden by the wolf cavalry. They wanted to avoid those extremely fast metal bullets, but in the next instant, they didn't need to avoid them anymore. The terrifying impact directly appeared on their bodies, followed by the severe tearing sensation brought about by the interrupted charge.

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Of course, this kind of pain was actually insignificant, because what came first was the terrible pain as if the body was cut off. Each of these metal bullets contained some iron filings.

When they penetrated the opponent's body, they would suddenly burst open, embedding all the fragments into their bodies, thereby bringing endless damage once again.

Just as the wolf cavalry was interrupted and began to decline as if they were falling off their horses, the wolf cavalry behind them also crashed directly into them because they couldn't stop their speed. Their proud and terrifying cavalry tactics collapsed instantly at this moment, and they had not even rushed 200 meters before being forcibly interrupted by the terrifying metal torrent.

This kind of interruption was not a one-time thing, but continuous. More, stronger, and more terrifying cavalry were completely disappearing under this kind of power, as if they had never come to this world.

"Increase the power!" Zhou Ren was indifferent. The fact that this kind of scattered bullet could interrupt the charge was an unexpected surprise. Now, all the orc corps had gathered together.

They looked at the machine guns that no longer made a sound, thinking that the opponent's attack was only like this, and this little damage was acceptable. The damage caused by a round of arrows fired by the human group was more than this.

This was indeed an extraordinary lesson, which was of great educational significance to the Saint Race, but if the elves, or rather this new friend of the elves, only had this means, then today would become his memorial day!

Zhou Ren smiled. The people in this world had not experienced the pleasure of a so-called typewriter, so let them experience how terrifying the enhanced version of the machine gun really was!

He directly began to use his own weapons, bottles of amplification potions that all exploded at the feet of all the machine gunners, exploding the power surging in their bodies, as if it was transmitted to the machine guns, and the first row of bullets had already been fired, and the remaining all-metal bullets were directly stuffed in.

At this time, the orcs had already carried all the wounded to the rear, and their own teams were all ready. They carried thick shields and moved forward like this.

This was already a very humiliating thing for the orcs. After all, in the entire orc race, which family would actually use shields during the war? This was simply unbelievable.

However, in order to prevent the subsequent impact and damage, this was a decision made after many discussions among the orcs. Ordinary orcs had no way to resist, and they also hoped to rush to the city wall to massacre under the protection of these shields.

It was a pity that this idea had already turned into broken shields made of thick wood or thin steel plates in front of that terrifying typewriter. There was no way to support it for too long in the metal torrent, and it had already been interrupted by the concentrated bullets, and at the same time, the two orcs holding the shields behind them were also cut off.

This was the true horror of the metal torrent. Their powerful breakthrough ability and terrifying damage could completely cut off the bodies of flesh and blood creatures without leaving any trace.

Those orcs who had their waists cut off were trying to wail, crawling backwards frantically, but could only watch their internal organs exposed from their bodies, and their lower bodies kept shaking. This punishment, like being cut in half, would make their pain last until death.

And death was never just the end, but the beginning of another period of pain. Not only was the charge of the orcs interrupted, but it was also forcibly broken!

Those orcs who felt the crisis ahead all began to run backwards, but the ordinary orcs behind them could not understand the behavior of their kind. They just felt that the other party was timid, so without waiting for the supervising team to speak, they directly killed the teammates in front with a knife.

In this way, the troops in the front, which were already losing, were still being killed by their own kind. The orc army could not bear it all at once and completely collapsed, leaving those orcs who were still holding knives and preparing to continue slashing deserters stunned.

"Da da da!" The metal storm, like a giant fish, resounded fiercely at this moment. These metal torrents did not care how many people there were on the scene at all. They turned the handles and began to sweep frantically across the entire battlefield.

Rows of bullets, like the Grim Reaper taking lives, even if most of them missed, as long as one or two could hit the soldiers, they would either die or be injured.

A large number of terrifying caliber bullets burst out on their bodies, not giving them any room at all. When the legends in the sky blew up the ice wall, they knew that they probably could not win this battle.