Global Lord: Start As A Desert Lord

The moment the system prompts the sound to fall.

All the selected players only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, a new environment appeared in front of them.

Snow-capped mountains, rippling islands, forests covering the sky, endless grasslands...

There are countless terrains.

Death arena.

Players who did not enter the arena found a new board on the forum.

Live section.

Click to enter, you can see a large number of live broadcast rooms.

Each room has a group of players, 1 million people is 10,000 live broadcast rooms.

Those players who had already been eliminated from the dungeon also saw this scene at this moment.

Interest suddenly came, and countless people poured into it.

There are too many players, even if tens of thousands of rooms are divided, each room has hundreds of millions of people on average.

It's an exaggeration.

"Hahaha, can you still send barrage? It's so interesting, why didn't you enable this function earlier? Has anyone tried pornography?"

"I didn't expect that there would be such benefits after I was eliminated. You guys, fight each other and try to please me!"

"Quick, check to see if there is a function to adjust the viewing angle. I just saw a guy in a short skirt..."

"Who knows which room Qingqiu is in?"

"..."

Players watching this death gladiator feel very novel and excited at the moment.

Find your acquaintances in each room or the bosses on the leaderboard to watch.

The same is true for participants.

After entering various strange terrains, he immediately started to be on guard and explored the surrounding area with great interest.

Players in the natural camp began to look for forest hideouts; undead players began to take out corpses from storage bags to recruit undead; fortress camps began to assemble machinery and clean up artillery...

Different races, different armies, and different ways of coping.

After Richard's eyes refocused, he immediately looked around vigilantly.

The pupils reflected the scene in front of him.

In front of him was a piece of black silt, and there were countless muddy shallow puddles. The faint mist in the sky made his vision only be able to see a distance of two to three hundred meters.

When you look closer, there are plants all around you—Pink flowers grow on the lush water hyacinth, and crystal drops of water condense on the green leaves;

The cyan vines grow leaves the size of copper coins, and climb around, some of which implicate the surrounding dwarf plants, and some cover the silt surface, leaving a green space.

If there is no pungent and rancid smell in the air, perhaps the scene in front of you can be appreciated a few more times.

"Ding~ You have entered the death arena, the current terrain - swamp."

"Every hour, the system will conduct a test. In the arena, if the number of surviving lords is less than or equal to 10, the remaining lords will be promoted automatically."

"Ding~ The live broadcast function will start in one minute, and the lord outside the death arena can automatically choose any player to watch."

"The lord who gets the most people to watch each gladiatorial fight will be rewarded with 1 million Common points, the second place is 800,000, the third place is 500,000, and the 4th to 10th place is 300,000."

"The audience cannot check the information of the lord and his subordinates, but they can know the level of the monsters in the arena."

"Ding~ There will be a special boss stationed in the central area of ​​each arena, and you can get extra rewards by killing the boss."

"Ding~ The current number of surviving players: 100, please pay attention."

With a series of system prompts beeping, Richard immediately perked up.

100 players are placed in the same area to fight, compete for the top 10, and then advance to the next round.

This setting is kind of interesting.

Only the function of live streaming made him frown.

Thoughts move.

The yellow sand rays from his body escaped.

Suddenly.

The gravel hidden in the silt began to float up.

Slowly hovering around him.

Under the effect of magic power, the smell attached to the gravel was removed, turning into clean and pure yellow sand.

Part of the fine sand floated on his face, blurring his appearance.

After doing all this, his face returned to calm.

He doesn't like to show everything about himself to others... But the first place with the most viewers can get a reward of 1 million points, which makes him a little bit excited.

If he wins the number one popularity in 5 games, he can directly exchange for a 5-star treasure from the black-robed merchant.

This doesn't seem too bad either...

Thinking of this, he immediately adjusted his mentality back.

Players outside cannot see the attributes of players in the arena, so there is nothing to worry about.

Withdrawing his thoughts, he turned his head and looked to the side.

"Gaunt, you lead 3 teams of dark gargoyles to investigate the surrounding situation, and if you find the enemy, report back immediately!"

Gaunt, who was wrapped in a bloody bandage, immediately took the order to leave.

Richard wasn't waiting here.

With a thought, the gravel around him dragged him straight to the sky.

Rush to the sky.

500 meters high.

Richard's eyes widened suddenly.

The white mist in the swamp stopped when it reached this height, and did not rise any further.

Looking into the distance.

Above is the blue sky, cloudless.

Below is a sea of ​​fog, and the waves are rolling.

The world seems to divide at this moment.

At the end of the line of sight, there was no second scene.

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Steamed bun lovers still have some regrets for not being able to enter the death arena.

It's a pity that although the top one million in the standings may not seem high, it's tens of billions of people vying for it, and it's really one in a million.

Although he is not weak, but when attacking the monster stronghold stationed in the dark spar, he has lost too many lives, and he can no longer compare with the first echelon.

And even if he is allowed to go in now, with the quality of the army in his hands, I am afraid that he will not get any good results.

At this time, I also looked away.

And compared to entering the death arena, what he values ​​more is how to earn more points in the future...

Although it has now withstood this round of monster siege.

But what about the next round?

It is too unwilling to let him spend points to revive the fallen army.

The points are all used to revive the army, so how to solve the big trouble after leaving the instance? !

He originally wanted to seek refuge with the big guy next to the territory——Qingqiu, but he couldn't find the opportunity for a long time.

At this moment, seeing the live broadcast started, I immediately started the live broadcast.

He didn't care about other people at all, and went directly to the room where Qingqiu was.

Sure enough, the person who was the focus of everyone's attention was immediately given the room number.

560.

click to enter.

A swamp came into view.

This is the perspective of an elf girl. The viewer looks down from the sky and can clearly see the army carried by the opponent.

Mantou lovers are not interested in the huge elves on their chests, so they immediately swipe down from the perspective of 100 optional players on the right.

Immediately saw the familiar ID...Qingqiu in the middle.

With a shake of spirit, choose to enter.

After entering the live broadcast room, he cast a glance from the corner of the eye and saw the current number of viewers in the upper left corner.

500 million.

The trailing mantissa is omitted.

I am amazed in my heart.

This is a wrestling with millions of people participating, and just at the beginning, Qingqiu alone has attracted 500 million people to watch.

How exaggerated is the influence?

With ups and downs of mood, steamed bun lovers withdrew their minds.

Know yourself and your enemy, if you want to rely on this big boss, you'd better know what the other party lacks...

The moment he entered the live broadcast room, he happened to see a yellow light gushing out from the opponent's body.

Then a large amount of sand and gravel wrapped it and shot straight into the sky.

In an instant, the mid-air scenery appeared in front of my eyes.

But at the moment, no one cares about the scenery, the barrage is instantly refreshed by Qingqiu's move.

"Fuck, what kind of skill is this, isn't it so handsome?"

"Qingqiu is a spellcaster? No wonder he is so strong..."

"Fuck, I'm so sour!! I'm level 8 Mage, let alone fly, I can't even get off the ground..."

"..."

In the next second, the scene that made the audience explode even more appeared, after the figure wrapped in yellow sand fell from the sky.

The army behind them appeared in the live broadcast room.

Looking at the majestic skeleton and blood dragon, the barrage immediately covered the screen.

"Am I blind? Is that an undead dragon?! Can anyone recruit this top-level unit now?!"

"Fuck, these are at least Brilliant-level units! If you want to be so exaggerated, the highest level of my units is rare!"

"Oh my god!! 30 undead dragons? And there is a dragon hero who is obviously bigger than the other undead dragons? Is this the strength of Qingqiu?"

"..."

Although the battle with other players has not yet started, the moment I saw the army around Richard.

The players in the live broadcast room were about to drool.

Seeing this, steamed bun lovers curled their lips.

What do you bumpkins know? Brother Qingqiu can cut melons and vegetables even for level 16 Void Hunters!

When you see each other's true strength, don't scare your tongue out.

Inexplicably, I felt a little bit of pride in my heart...