Global Lord: Start As A Desert Lord

Withdrawing his thoughts, Richard turned his head and looked around.

Although this reborn plane has great potential, it still needs a lot of investment to take shape.

The range of a kilometer in diameter is still too small.

He had a feeling in his heart that this thing was definitely a gold-swallowing behemoth that was more ferocious than the troop lair.

After pondering for a moment, his eyes looked at the will of the plane, which was as vague as a thick fog.

"Brie, is there any way to make your body grow and expand quickly? I need the Eternal Land to become wider!"

The bright eyes of Plane Will became even more dazzling, and said with a bit of joy.

"Master, the power of planes or the power of rules can help me..."

Hearing these two words, the corners of Richard's mouth twitched.

These two things are not easy to get.

"I will find a way to solve it."

It can only be discussed in the long run.

After finishing speaking, I was a little curious.

"Can you leave the eternal land now?"

Bree nodded and shook his head.

"I can only go away for a short while, I can't stay outside for too long."

He hesitated while speaking.

"Master, do we anchor the space coordinates of the Eternal Land to the current location?"

Richard frowned, a little puzzled.

"Anchor coordinates? How to say?"

Plane Will explained in a low voice.

"Master, the Eternal Land is outside the main plane and is in the endless void. If you want to establish a connection with the main plane, you must anchor the coordinates and establish a permanent space gate."

"Otherwise, we can only use the power of the plane to open the door of space... But that consumes too much, and now the energy stored in the eternal place can only be opened once."

Only then did Richard understand.

"Then anchor in the Twilight City where we are."

As soon as the words fell, the will of the plane shook his head wildly.

"No, master."

"All the cities on the main plane will be protected by the rules. My current strength is still unable to break through the restrictions of the rules..."

After speaking, he looked at him pitifully, as if saying that it was not that he was useless, but that reality forced him.

Richard looked at those bright and bright eyes, and was also a little funny.

"I will guide you later."

As soon as the thoughts turned, there was a goal - the land of quicksand.

There's nothing better for anchoring than the quicksands.

With the top-level boss guardian who has activated part of the godly power, the Quicksand Land is even safer than the Twilight City.

After discussing this matter, Richard chatted with Bree for a while, and after learning some information about how to make the plane grow rapidly, he didn't stay long, and returned to the dark dungeon.

Seeing the reappearance of Richard's figure, and the absence of the will of the plane in the crystal coffin, the Dune Lord's eyes became extremely complicated.

Whether it is the plane or the will of the plane, these are the treasures that he has spent a lot of effort in order to seek a higher level.

But now, they are all making a wedding dress for this charismatic lord, and what hurts him even more is that he offered it on his own initiative.

If you want to complain, you don't know how to say it.

However, after seeing that Richard seemed to be in a good mood, he was also relieved.

Judging by the other party's expression, he was obviously satisfied with the harvest this time.

He called softly.

"grown ups......"

Hearing the sound, Richard turned his head, looked through the rusty cage at the decrepit, wrinkled face of the Lord of the Dunes, and said slowly.

"McTeer, although the treasure is lost, it's not because of something you concealed. My promise is always valid."

"Next, I will build a new city in the Eternal Land."

"You can enter it and help me manage it."

Said and looked at him meaningfully.

"Before that, you need to work as a teacher in Twilight City for a period of time to help the residents learn to read."

Help residents to read? ?

The previous words made the Dune Lord relieved, but when he heard these words, he was completely dumbfounded.

What are you kidding?

He is the majestic dune lord, once in charge of the desert of death, and once touched the realm of the gods. Even after being sealed for hundreds of thousands of years, he still possesses the top-level existence of extraordinary power. How extraordinary is he!

Now this damn Lord of Grace, let him teach those vulgar residents to read? !

A sense of absurdity welled up in my heart.

With a bit of disbelief.

"My lord, you mean, let me teach the... residents of your territory to read? Are they not descendants of nobles?"

Richard said lightly.

"In the city of twilight, there are no nobles."

"What you want to teach is the hardworking residents, and they will all be your students."

The literacy classes are doing well, and new heroes have emerged in various departments recently.

Although the potentials are all E-level, low-level F-level exists, and quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes.

In the long run, there will always be top heroes.

When the Lord of the Dunes heard this, he was in a bad mood.

The hard-working residents are all my students?

When I thought of those poor people who were sweating and exuding nose-covering breath sitting in front of them, laughing with yellow and black teeth, and asking him all kinds of inexplicable questions, I wanted to die at this moment.

He is the Lord of the Dunes! !

Still not reconciled, he asked with some tentativeness.

"My lord, I know a lot of knowledge about magic and top skills, maybe I can teach those nobles... well, those heroes who have certain knowledge."

Richard firmly refused.

"No, Twilight City, there is a shortage of top talents like you to teach the Common residents. They need to broaden their horizons."

Open... eyesight?

The dune lord felt absurd for a while.

A group of residents who only know how to do coolies need to broaden their horizons?

Do they know what's outside the desert of death? Do they know what magic is? Do they know how valuable knowledge is?

His heart was full of sadness, but all rebuttals were suppressed after seeing those unquestionable eyes.

A picture of the kobold god's body collapsing on the ground suddenly appeared in his mind... If you refuse, you will die.

When the bottom line of the heart is broken once, the second time, there will be no more psychological burden.

In order to survive, he had lowered his head, and what he did now seemed to be no big deal.

Forcibly suppressing his emotions, the Dune Lord lowered his high head.

"Follow your orders."

Richard smiled.

The value of this big man with a rich past is far from being drained.

"McTeer, as long as you work hard, I won't treat you badly."

As he spoke, he gestured to the soldiers guarding the dungeon behind him.

"Remove the shackles on him, and ask Karoo to arrange a separate room for him." "Also, inform Gunter to let him personally protect McTier during this time."

As soon as the voice fell, the soldiers guarding the prison behind him immediately opened the cell and released the dune master from the cell.

The shackles forged with special materials were released, and the Lord of the Dunes stood in front of Richard again.

At this moment, the expression on the face of this former big man was extremely complicated.

In just half a day, he became a prisoner from an Extraordinary existence planning to rule the entire Death Desert.

Moreover, he has to pay all his chips to survive, and now he is arranged by the other party to teach a group of vulgar farmers.

But no matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he didn't have any thoughts of getting angry or resisting.

The weak have never had the power to decide their own destiny.

Richard stared deep into those Amber eyes.

Said lightly.

"I know you are extremely unwilling and have a lot of resentment."

"But McTeer, you are a smart person, you know how to choose, do this job well, don't let me, don't let your students down."

After speaking, he turned and left with the empty crystal coffin.

The fate of the Lord of the Dunes has already been decided by him, and someone will naturally arrange it next.

Now, more important things are waiting for him to deal with.

The war is over, the Twilight City is severely damaged and has suffered a huge loss of troops, there are too many problems to be solved...

Even the future development plan must be rearranged.

The Lord of the Dunes let out a sigh of relief after watching Richard's back disappear from sight.

He turned to look at the soldiers beside him.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency."

The young soldier nodded and led him out of the dungeon without saying anything.

The moment he walked out of the dungeon, the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in the pupils of the Lord of the Dunes.

At this moment, the orange-red sun is slanting westward and is about to sink into the earth.

The non-glare light shines on the whole world, covering the roof in front with a layer of golden sand.

This scene made the Dune Lord almost shed tears.

reborn.

The feeling of hovering on the brink of death and being dragged into the abyss at any time, he never wanted to experience it again in his life.

When the Lord of the Dunes was feeling ups and downs, the soldier who brought him out started talking with several others.

After a while, the Lord of the Dunes watched another soldier approach and lead him in the opposite direction from the dungeon.

Without saying anything, he followed silently.

On the way, the buildings destroyed in the fire came into view.

Broken streets, collapsed houses, arrow towers whose fire has just been extinguished...

Eyes full of desolation.

The Lord of the Dunes didn't have much reaction to this scene. He had long been used to war and death.

It stands to reason that after such a fierce war, the city should be full of sorrow and pain.

But the Lord of the Dunes was surprised to find that the residents in this territory were repairing various buildings, talking and laughing at the moment.

I don't feel any sadness at all.

What puzzled him even more was that there was no numbness, hatred or fear in the eyes of these working residents, but the flashing light was full of hope and expectation.

It was a look he had never seen before.

And it's not just one person, but also the Common residents who pass by.

Vibrant and full of vigor.

Give him a very twisted feeling.

Why does a city built deep in the desert have such emotions?

Did the lord of grace cast a spell on these residents?

However, no magic fluctuations were sensed...

As a ruler, he does not know how many territories he has conquered and how many civilians he has ruled.

In his impression, those lowly civilians always had only fear, pain and numbness on their faces.

This kind of emotion has never been seen even in other human cities that believe in the god of justice and the god of light.

This scene made him feel incredible.

But when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Apart from providing labor, what value can the common people at the bottom have?

Those humble existences should be enslaved with harsh punishments, and let them work for the territory endlessly.

You just need to drain their last drop of blood!

There are plenty of people, and when they die, they die, so what?

Although this scene touched him a little, it didn't change his mind.

Without looking any further, I followed the soldier to a Common residence.

When I went upstairs, I also met a seven or eight-year-old boy, who looked at the Lord of the Dunes with fear and curiosity.

The head of the jackal is very eye-catching.

The Lord of the Dunes is too lazy to take care of the curious eyes of the human cubs. Now, he doesn't have any guards to help him drive them away.

When he went up to the third floor, he was assigned to a small but clean house.

A bed, a dining table, a low chair, simple furniture unadorned.

Compared with the previous palace, this house is simply invisible.

But the Lord of the Dunes was relieved instead, happiness can only be found in comparison.

Compared with the dark dungeon, this place is more comfortable than any palace.

After the soldier sent him back, he didn't stay long and turned around and left without even saying a word.

The Dune Lord was stunned for a moment after the door was closed.

Just leave? Are you not afraid that he will run away?

But thinking about the wrist of that lord of grace, he smiled helplessly.

If the other party could make this kind of mistake, he wouldn't be stuck here.

After sitting on the short and rough wooden stool in the house for a while, the Lord of the Dunes seemed to have thought of something, stood up and walked to the open window.

Looking at the sky, looking at the afterglow reflecting the colorful clouds, I sighed in my heart.

In the future, he may be imprisoned in this square inch forever.

But compared to living, this price is nothing.

As long as there is life, there is still hope.

In the future, he may not be unable to regain control of power and become the supreme master.

After a long time, the Lord of the Dunes came back to his senses.

Turning his head and looking around, he saw the residents who were still moving buildings and cleaning the streets.

The other party's dusty clothes and sweaty face made them look very embarrassed.

Thinking of teaching these vulgar farmers tonight, the Dune Lord felt helpless again.

He didn't understand at all, what was the purpose of the Grace Lord to impart Precious knowledge to these people?

That is knowledge, what a precious thing? !

When he was struggling, he saw several residents walking downstairs holding bowls while talking and laughing.

The aroma of the meat on the top rushes straight up.

Gudong.

The Lord of the Dunes looked down, swallowed subconsciously, and his stomach growled.

His face became a little embarrassed.

After losing the power of yellow sand, his body can no longer be maintained by magic power. Now, he also needs to eat like the Common people.

The hunger in his body made his hands and feet weak.

But this time, he is not familiar with the place where he was born, where can he get food?

When I think of asking others how to eat, I feel ashamed and flustered.

He is the Lord of the Dunes, and the pride in his heart does not allow him to do so.

As the time got later and later, there were more and more pedestrians below, and the smell of meat brought by the residents holding rice bowls made the eyes of the Dune Lord red.

But he couldn't hold back his face, he could only watch the pieces of flesh leave from under his eyelids.

After the sun sank into the yellow sand, the number of people holding rice bowls gradually decreased, and the meal time passed.

Listening to his stomach growling, the Lord of the Dunes felt hopeless.

Leaning against the window with dim eyes, looking eagerly at the direction where the residents are cooking.

I swear secretly in my heart that when I get out of this cage in the future, I must eat meat ruthlessly.

Just when he was dizzy from hunger, there was a knock on the door.

The Lord of the Dunes was awakened violently.

Turning around quickly, after tidying up the robe on his body, he opened the door with weak steps.

I thought it was the soldiers from Twilight City who came to escort him for questioning, but the face of a seven or eight-year-old child appeared in front of the door.

The rosy round face looks a little cute with a bit of baby fat.

It was the child I saw when I went upstairs.

The other party was holding a bowl with a few pieces of squeaky fat piled on it.

"Grandpa... I see that you didn't go out at night, so I'll call you for dinner, here~"

With a shy and childish tone, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart of the Lord of the Dunes.

During this whole day, he suffered countless blows and felt the extreme darkness and despair of this world, and the other party was the first person who really cared about him.

Like a ray of sunshine shining in the darkness, lighting up the world.

Those eyes full of sincerity made his heart tremble.

Is this the reason why the lord of God's Grace worked so hard to create such an atmosphere in the territory?

Why did he have the urge to cry, no, no! He is the Lord of the Dunes!