Global Lord: Start As A Desert Lord

"kill!"

A centaur with a height of 10 meters, like the god of war, brought five squadrons of giant axes to ride on the vast yellow sand and launched a charge.

Their enemy is the front field stronghold composed of thousands of rare units-desert poachers.

Under the domineering charge, the stronghold ahead seemed to be pushed by a bulldozer.

Those small buildings were directly knocked down, and the desert poachers who dared to stop were smashed like glass.

Blood dripping.

Boss features: It can transform into a 10-meter heavy warrior, all attributes are increased by 100%, the duration is 6 hours, and it can be used once a day.

Emerida held a giant long-handled battle ax that was almost the same size as her. During the charge, she wantonly slaughtered the desert poachers in front of her.

Level 9, the rare 3-star level field troops are slaughtered like chickens.

The F-level field hero led by the opponent was smashed to death by Emerida with an axe, and his body was directly crushed into meat paste.

With Emerida as the vanguard, the giant ax death knights in the rear were like a storm passing through, razing this wild stronghold to the ground in an instant.

After the battle, Emerida violently raised the battle ax in his hand and shouted loudly.

"For Twilight City!"

Hundreds of giant ax death knights roared in unison behind them.

"For Twilight City!"

As the voice fell, the aura of the exaggerated centaur suddenly rose.

The sense of oppression increased again.

"Ding~ You commanded the army to wipe out a medium-sized field unit stronghold, achieved a perfect victory, and gained 10,000 experience points."

"Ding~ The hero of the main battle, Emerald, has been upgraded to level 13 after a lot of battles."

In the sky, Richard, surrounded by yellow sand, showed a smile in his eyes.

There are as many as three bosses in Twilight City - the ancient tree of evil that is still sleeping and transforming, the dark Valkyrie with unparalleled combat power, and the centaur who was once a demigod below.

The first two are the ceiling of Twilight City's combat power, but this little guy who has been around to act cute has never shown his edge.

There are many reasons for this, the most important one is that he is not at ease.

But it's different now. After getting along for such a long time, this boss who lost his memory and all his power has completely returned to his heart.

So it's time to release this boss with explosive combat power from the cage.

After Xina and the Dark Valkyrie left, he began to let Emerida lead the army to wipe out the strongholds of the wild troops.

After more than a month, the little man has almost never returned to Twilight City.

She has been brushing pictures day and night with high intensity, and her level has also been raised from level 9 to the current level 13.

The combat power has soared even more visible to the naked eye.

Once he uses the 10-meter-high fighting form, even he has to be careful.

After venting the excitement in her heart, Emerald seemed to have noticed something, and turned her head to look at the sky suddenly.

Looking at the familiar figure, his face was full of surprise and joy.

"Father~"

There is a huge contrast between the immature voice with a bit of cuteness and the figure like a god of war.

Every time Richard heard this title, he felt an inexplicable feeling.

It seems that I really raised a daughter... and landed.

Suspended in mid-air, looking at the magnified face that was still delicate and lovely in front of him, his eyes softened.

"Tired? Do you want to go back and rest for a while?"

Emerald felt Richard's concern, her eyes bent into crescents.

"Don't be tired, father, I want to be very strong."

"Sister Hina and the others are all gone, and I can't be left behind by them..."

He tilted his head while talking.

"If I become stronger, I will be able to protect Twilight City and my father~"

The tone is innocent, with sincerity from the heart, without the slightest falsehood.

Seeing that clear gaze, Richard felt warm in his heart.

It was these sincere emotions that made him feel that his efforts were not in vain.

But in the next second, Emirida's actions made his warmth disappear without a trace.

The little guy subconsciously wanted to jump over and rub his head against Richard.

Seeing the exaggerated figure, Richard avoided it with a black face.

If it was rubbed, it would be no less injured than being hit by a boulder.

Seeing Richard's actions, Emerald also reacted, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Father~ After I get bigger, I can't get smaller...otherwise I won't be able to get bigger today"

After finishing speaking, he hastily added another sentence.

"But I will work hard to control this power, and I will definitely be able to change freely in the future..."

Richard can't laugh or cry, with you trying to control that power, you just want to rub in my arms a few times, right?

After comforting the little guy whose mental age was only five or six years old, Richard asked her to continue scanning the pictures, but did not follow her.

Among the giant ax death knights, there is also a D-level knight hero in the team. This is a hero recruited with corpses at the gate of the Nine Bronze Gates ruins a long time ago.

Although the combat power is not strong, it is enough to take care of some Emeridas.

In addition, a squadron of stone statues of the dead followed in the sky.

Not afraid of any danger.

With him around, part of the experience gained by Emerida will be allocated, delaying the upgrade.

As the supreme master, even if he doesn't do anything, he can gain some experience when he comes here.

This is the prerogative of the lord.

Only after the distance between the two sides is at least ten kilometers, or no longer in contact, the hero who leads the army will have exclusive experience.

If you use communication treasures to command remotely, the lord can also gain some experience, but these experiences will decrease as the distance becomes longer.

There is a complete set of experience acquisition mechanism among them, and it is more difficult to take advantage of loopholes.

After the reluctant Emirida disappeared from sight, Richard waved his hand and flew in another direction with the skeleton and blood dragon statues of the five teams behind him.

Emerald was scanning the picture, and he was doing the same.

His level has been stuck at level 14 for long enough, level 15 will usher in a qualitative change.

Whether it is a hero or a unit, level 15 is a threshold. After passing it, you will get an all-round improvement.

It is now the end of November, and the new expansion pack at the end of December - the Crimson Moon is getting closer.

He still needs to complete the S-level task entrusted by the old man at the Red Dragon Grocery Store within a month to get back the heart of the god.

Whether it's Crimson Moon or S-level missions, they all need very strong power... Now, his power is not enough, far from enough.

The skeleton blood dragons of the five squads were divided into five groups, fanning the picture.

Small field army strongholds can't stop them, and Richard will be notified immediately when they encounter large army strongholds.

With the talent of manipulating yellow sand, in the desert, he is a well-deserved master.

Although the barren desert of death has very few mineral veins to refresh, there is still no shortage of field troops. The most important thing is that no one is robbing him of monsters.

Although the experience gained from hunting Common field troops at level 14 will be greatly reduced, but there are too many strongholds of wild troops.

A single stronghold has little experience, so use the quantity to make up.

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While Richard was busy scanning pictures and leveling, the two players were very excited on a huge sand dune hundreds of meters high in the depths of the desert of death.

They are finally here! !

This giant sand dune is obviously different from the surrounding sand dunes, where the yellow sand turns into black as black as ink.

Gives a gloomy feeling.

Standing on it, even if the desert is hot, it will make people feel chilly.

It was like standing on a mass grave.

But this is not a problem at all for two players looking around with a map.

The thin, stick-like player yelled loudly.

"The sand dunes of Black hide the ancient secrets of the desert of death... Pheasant, that npc didn't lie to us, we really found it!! Damn the sandals, this journey is too fucking difficult!! "

The fat black player next to him also became excited.

"Haonan, this wave, it's finally our turn to get rich!!"

"As long as we can get the treasure inside, we will strengthen Hongxing sooner or later!"

The stick player nodded again and again, and raised the map in his hand in excitement, indicating the text on it.

"Take out that relic...it says, after finding the Black sand dune, bury the relic in these Black sands, and then water it with blood."

"The things in the ruins will lead to the treasures deep in the dunes."

"That ancient mystery."

The fat black player swiftly took out a... Black's human skull from the system space.

The evil aura emanating from it made it look full of unspeakable weirdness.

The black fat player didn't know how many times he played it, and he didn't respond to it, and buried the Black skull under the Black gravel.

Then he took out the blood that had been prepared.

Just when he was about to water it, the excited hemp player suddenly restrained his smile.

I felt a bad premonition faintly in my heart, and my heart beat violently.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to stop his companion.

"Peasant, I suddenly feel something is wrong, take it easy..."

The fat black player frowned.

"Haonan, you're fucking cowardly, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he planned to pour out the blood in the barrel. Seeing this scene, the player with a stick became more and more uneasy.

It seems that if you fall down, there will be great disasters.

Immediately, he stepped forward quickly, holding the wooden barrel with one hand, and said loudly.

"Don't worry!!"

Seeing the opponent like this, the black and fat player was immediately annoyed.

"Our territory was attacked and breached by those sons of bitches. Now, in order to find this treasure, we have recruited all the remaining troops..."

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and finally he roared violently.

"We have no way out, you know that?!"

"Fuck! We don't even have enough water to go back, this is the only option!!"

The stick player held the barrel and shook his head again and again.

"No, I'm not saying I'll stop doing it... It's just that it's risky to be so directly poured on it. You should calm down first, how about... what are you doing?"

Before he could finish speaking, the black and fat player in front forcibly dumped the blood-filled barrel over.

The splash of blood fell on the gravel in an instant, causing a small pit to appear in the sand, faintly revealing the Black skull below.

Googoo~

Blood bubbles popped out one by one, and the dry black gauze swallowed the blood instantly, forming dry and hard blood clots around.

The strange aura escaping from the ground became more and more ferocious at this moment.

The fat black player shook the barrel vigorously, and after shaking off the last few drops of blood, he threw the barrel aside.

He looked at the player with indifference.

"It's already reached this point, what are you still talking about?"

The stick player stared blankly at the Black Dune and the Black skull with the sky exposed.

At this moment, my heart became inexplicably flustered, even my breathing felt oppressed, and the bean-sized sweat dripped down my forehead...

"We seem to have gotten into trouble."

The fat black player frowned and sneered.

"Fuck, isn't this the way to open this treasure? Such a big desert, what kind of trouble can you cause? You can't even see a ghost around, even if you poke a hole in the world, it won't affect it..."

The voice has not yet fallen.

rumbling~

Suddenly, I felt the earth roll under my feet.

The gravel shook wildly.

The fat black player panicked.

"Fuck, what's going on??"

The stick player felt that the danger almost swallowed his soul at this moment, his body trembled, and he suddenly pulled up the black and fat player next to him and ran away.

"Let's go, Ma Le Gobi, that naughty npc tricked us, this is a fart treasure, this is a trap!!"

clatter~

At the top of the giant hill, Black's gravel began to sink wildly.

At the same time, a terrifying coercion collapsed like a mountain high, and the whole world became dark.

It's like a demon god from the abyss came to the world.

The two ran out desperately, feeling the coercion coming from behind, and turned their heads subconsciously.

A picture was reflected in the pupils, which made their hearts shattered.

On top of the towering Black sand dunes, a Black skull with a diameter of 100 meters appeared from above.

What made them even more horrified was that the Black skull shook its head, like a human being waking itself up after dozing off.

This scene made the two of them die.

Subconsciously opened the attribute panel, but it was full of question marks, they were not even qualified to know their names.

"What the hell is this shit??!"

The black and fat player was so frightened that his legs trembled. If it wasn't for the pulling of the stick player, he might have collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, the huge Black skull had just woken up and seemed to have no interest in them, giving them enough time to escape.

After running at an unprecedented speed for about ten minutes, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Just about to stop to take a breath, suddenly, the yellow sand on the ground surged.

Then they feel that the surrounding scenery is receding.

Turning around, I found that the yellow sand under my feet had flown up at some point, and they quickly flew towards the terrifying Black skull...

The two players looked at each other, fortunately the one who escaped from death fell directly into the abyss at this moment, with waves of despair pouring in.

Your mother, you have run so far, can you still be caught? !

After a few breaths, the retreating scenery suddenly stopped.

The hearts of both of them jumped out of their throats at this moment.

Slowly turned around with a numb and stiff body.

Later, they saw a picture that they would never forget.

A huge Black skeleton covered the sky, as tall as a mountain, they looked like ants standing under a giant elephant.

What made them even more horrified was that after the skeleton stood up, a splendid city appeared beneath it.

The towering rock walls, the sturdy and ferocious arrow towers, the spacious streets... are not even smaller than Solan City.

But the only thing that is not harmonious is that the city is dead and silent, with no people in it.

The two glanced at each other for a moment, and when they were suddenly uncertain, they suddenly froze.

In the most central square of the city, a figure surrounded by sandstorms, with a jackal head, sitting on a yellow sand throne and holding a black scepter stared at them indifferently.

There are still living people?

The moment the thought came to the two of them, they felt that their souls were frozen at this moment, and the other party didn't show any breath, but they stood in front of the dragon like mice.

Humble and insignificant.

In the deadly atmosphere, an indifferent voice resounded through the world.

"I am the Lord of the Dunes, the former owner of the Desert of Death...Humans, where did you come from? Now, who is the owner of the desert?"

The voice is a bit hoarse, not a common language, but a high-level language with a strange accent.

The two of them felt their hearts were being held tightly by a big hand, and they couldn't even breathe.

The premonition came true, and the stick player was about to cry at this moment.

Sure enough, his intuition was right...Fuck, it's all because of the idiot pheasant, motherfucker, there's nothing to pour blood on...

Resisting the urge to beat up his companions, he said tremblingly.

"Great master, we came from the city of Soran, and now, the death desert has no master..."

There was another long period of silence, and I don't know how long it took. When the hearts of the two of them were about to burst, the mysterious Lord of the Dunes spoke again.

"Oh, I have been asleep for so long? There is no ruler in the desert of death."

The special accent carries the ancient and vicissitudes of life.

After the words fell, the Lord of the Dunes on the Yellow Sand Throne slowly stood up.

This time, his tone was incomparably domineering.

"I have returned, and the desert shall once again be ruled by me..."