Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start



The enemy's main force still fought the evil half-murlocs.

Could the gap between people be that huge?

'Whoosh!'

A vast wave of air swept over, and the ground suddenly raised a speck of suffocating gray dust.

The meatball-like chubby player choked and coughed twice, then subconsciously turned his head.

A vast shadow swooped down from the sky and enveloped them.

He wanted to dodge, but the endless Dragon Might suppressed him.

He did not even have the strength to move his feet.

'Whoosh!'

His vision suddenly blurred, and the sound of flapping wings exploded in his ears. His body tensed up. He felt the rapid rise of his sight in the next moment.

The ground moved away from him.

That suppressed the fear in his heart. He turned his head and saw that he was already in a crimson state. Above him was a body made of golden bones.

That undead dragon hero. The enemy captured them.

The meatball-like chubby player sighed. Shame and embarrassment engulfed his heart.

He suddenly recalled when he came just now. He still thought about how to extort this player.

'Get more benefits back.'

He thought the unexpected guests had angered the evil half-murlocs when he heard the commotion on the battlefield.

He was afraid the other party could take and hang him up.

However, he did not expect such an ending.

What did he mean by the evil half-murlocs dying?

The unexpected guests slaughtered those level 15 soldiers like they were dogs.

Moreover, the other party didn't send its main force out. They only sent out a hundred undead dragons but defeated the 2,000 barbarian troop he was generously proud of.

'How the f*ck am I going to reason this out?'

He sighed in his heart.

He felt a deep sense of helplessness before a powerful and unreasonable opponent.

He barely turned his head and looked at the central area.

He had generously trusted his Guild Master. A level 17 barbarian was enough for him to dominate over tens of billions of players.

However, an encounter with this unreasonable troop and that extremely mysterious player made him suffer inexplicable melancholy and considerable exhaustion at this moment.

The level 17 barbarians were nothing but froth before this troop.

The dragon's claws grabbed and squeezed the four players. The meatball-like chubby felt uneasy, and the other three weren't any better.

They felt greater fear with those troops that had suddenly appeared.

His boss seemed to be just slow-witted.

This undead dragon hero was level 15.

The enemy's troop that hunted the evil half-murlocs were all Crown 3-stars and had reached level 15. How should they fight this battle?

Richard no longer delved too deeply into the change in the players' attitudes.

He wasn't even aware that the skeleton blood dragons easily defeated the barbarian troop.

The enemy was too weak, and he was not interested at all.

He looked at the troop that fought the evil half-murlocs behind him and frowned.

"Hurry up and end the battle.

"There was no need to waste time on this guard troop."

Richard finished speaking.

They received the order. The attack of the stone statues of the dead instantly increased by more than ten times.

They flapped their wings and quickly flew forward.

The frequency of the battle tomahawk skyrocketed.

The evil half-murlocs, who already couldn't withstand damage, swiftly fell.

The stone statues of the dead broke through the defensive line of the evil half-murlocs behind them in less than a minute and devoured the top-tier soldiers of five large teams.

There were no Twilight City troop casualties.

The players silently observed the terrifying damage the battle had caused. Alves's giant claw sent chills down their spines.

Corpses of the evil half-murlocs filled the ground as far as the eye could see. The battle area bore no single stone statue corpse.

They could only watch as some evil half-murlocs surrounded the stone statues of the dead whose bodies were on the verge of shattering. Their bodies returned to normal in a few breaths after they left the battle.

They appeared imperishable.

One could see from this battle the exaggerated foundation of this troop.

The meatball-like chubby player's voice trembled.

"Quick, send a private message to Guild Master… We're in big trouble this time."

"I can't send a message. I couldn't open the forum once I entered this area…"

He heard his companion's words. The meatball-like chubby player's heart sank, and an ugly feeling rose.

He saw the surrounding stone statues of the dead him from the corner of his eye. Then, the scene on the ground began to retreat.

ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness. That released the meatball-like chubby player's shackles after he felt dizzy.

He subconsciously looked around out of fear.

Undead dragons emitted crimson energy and stepped on golden bones not far away.

"Had the mysterious player mounted the giant dragon?"

He saw a blurry figure beside him under the surging crimson energy in his panic.The source of this ᴄontent is novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt

He couldn't visibly see it. That gave off a strong sense of mystery and oppression.

"Could this be the mysterious player?

"Has the remnant soul of that god awakened?"

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

The pressure on people in this environment multiplied.

The meatball-like chubby player took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He incessantly encouraged himself that he still had a life and could be resurrected.

He knew he had a way out, but the pressure that penetrated generously into his soul still made his legs tremble.

"Brother, I'll tell you again… The Heavy Shield Guild orchestrated this mission at a massive price. We welcome you to join us. But he wouldn't like it if you desire to monopolize him. He has an ugly temper. I suggest you reconsider.