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



The field altitude was high. The temperature was profound. The war was merciless and horrendous. The dramatic impact was depressing. The forum was intense. And both sides equally defended their claims.

The Raging Flame Guild summoned the Fire Elemental Lord to devour Qingqiu but depleted the enemy. Who would have thought of that?Follow current s on ɴovel(F)ɪre

Such a dramatic twist of events caused everyone to discuss it.

They opened the forum and saw posts about Richard and the Blazing Flame Guild.

It was a story that Qingqiu and the Fire Elemental Lord had to tell.

Why did the Blazing Flame Guild shoot themselves in the foot?

Just how strong was Qingqiu?

Who was Qingqiu's opponent?

No one would click on it if they mocked the Blazing Flame Guilt alone but didn't discuss Qingqiu.

The players once again experienced the influence of Qingqiu's domination of the forum after a few months.

This time, it was even more sensational than Richard's title of King of Gladiator.

Everyone had become stronger than before for more than half a year of reinforcement. That was the reason.

Those who had fortuitous encounters, those who had changed their professions, those who had hidden the lairs of powerful soldiers. And so on, countless.

They would naturally think back to their experiences when they were weak after becoming mightier. Since they came to the "Shining Era," Qingqiu has undoubtedly become the focus of attention. He had always been above everyone's head.

Before this war, several secretly rubbed their fists and hoped to meet and teach Richard a lingering lesson.

However, the Blazing Flame Guild's miserable defeat had woken everyone up.

After half a year of development, they had become more powerful.

Qingqiu also grew, and the speed at which he had become stronger was beyond their imagination.

His subordinates slaughtered the level 19 Mountain Duke despite his A-rank potential.

The centaur had yet to make a move, but had already reached the transcendent level.

In addition, a Fire Elemental Lord initiated to attack Qingqiu's enemies without orders.

Richard's power alone was enough to suffocate them.

They couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying power Richard hid under the water.

Thought of it alone quickened their breathing and pulsated their hearts faster.

Was there anyone who could match up to such a character?

Richard's popularity overshadowed some top-tier players highly praised by the players.

Those players hostile to Richard quietly gave up on the idea of courting death.

A person slightly mightier than him should have an endless fighting spirit. However, Richard could easily crush this person. A high chance of strategic retreat and benefit was possible.

Richard didn't pay much attention to the players' reactions. He had become used to being the center of attention and discussion since the first dungeon.

The Fire Elemental Lord returned to the Fire Elemental Plane. Richard looked at the battlefield that emitted thick smoke and pungent stench afterward. He frowned.

The Fire Elemental Lord had good intentions. That had to be said. This guy had burned all the corpses and didn't leave much for him.

The fire had discounted spoils of war.

He looked to the side.

"Gunter, clean up the battlefield and throw all the corpses into the spatial rift in the north."

The level 18 blood-colored bandage-wrapped mummy hero nodded. Its depletion of the blood pool set up by the Lion Duke had reinforced its strength.

Gunter turned around and left. Five squadrons of the stone statues of the dead rose into the air and collected the corpses on the ground after a few moments.

The undead troop was especially sensitive to corpses and souls. They could unleash immense lethality in battle. They wouldn't miss anything when cleaning up the battlefield.

They collected seven or eight corpses. They flapped their wings and flew to the spatial rifts that led to the rotten and threw the burnt corpses inside.

In the mist, blurry figures dragged the corpses deeper into the forest.

The rotten swamp feared nothing and no one. It would take each corpse.

The Fire Elemental Lord burned more than sixty percent to ashes. Not much has been a harvest for Richard. That was the only pity.

However, in the end, they could still gather the corpses of three and a half legions.

Richard did not have to pay any price to obtain these. That was what made him feel good.

It made others happy.

The soldiers threw a multitude of corpses into the rotten swamp. And Richard immediately felt the reinforcement of the land.

However, a level 3 rotten swamp had a diameter of 30 kilometers.

He would need a myriad of corpses if he wanted this Dwarf God-activated land to devour enough energy and reach level 4. 

It would be laborious to achieve his goal without millions of corpses based on strength increase.

That was because the quality of the corpses was sufficient. The number of corpses required would double if they were below level 10 soldiers. 

Richard felt a little helpless.

Every time the rotten swamp leveled up, the strengthening it received was intensely exaggerated, but correspondingly, the leveling requirements became more and more ridiculous.

Some signs of restraint showed after the initial fierce battle due to the recent heavy casualties. 

They could only contribute 10,000 corpses every day.

A massive gap still happened compared to the corpses he needed, although this meant more than 10,000 soldiers had died on the battlefield. 

He sighed at the spatial rift in the north of Lion City.

"Looks like I have to think of a way to stir up the conflict between those planes and increase the intensity of the war."