Global Lord: Start As A Desert Lord

After Richard chose task 2—to prevent the gods from escaping, he took a deep look at the ruined Kingdom of God that was silent in the water below.

His tone was cold.

"Follow me... to kill in!"

Want to rely on the power of the player to get out of trouble? I'd like to see how many rounds of attacks the players you summoned can withstand against the soldiers of Twilight City.

After the words fell, Alves swooped down from the sky.

Puff~

Plunge into the water, splashing large and large drops of water.

The army in the rear also filed in.

The undead army does not need the air, food, etc. that normal life must consume.

This feature allows the undead army to maintain sufficient combat effectiveness in extreme environments such as high temperature, underwater, and extreme cold.

Diving underwater was no stranger to Richard.

In the first copy, he had manipulated sand and gravel to form an underwater boat, avoiding the enemy's hunting in the water.

The army descended rapidly and came directly in front of the bubble.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the heavy coercion coming from the bubble.

It is the escaping breath of higher life, which penetrates into the soul and is difficult to avoid.

At this time, those lives inside the giant bubble also noticed something strange.

Around the central square, the evil murlocs guarding the arm of the god raised their heads one by one at this moment, and Black's eyes looked at the sky.

Looking through the bubbles, I saw figures that looked like thousand-meter titans.

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The Heavy Shield Guild is rooted in the barbarian empire in the north. As a top guild, it has attracted more than 1,000 players.

And because they only recruit powerful lords, those players who have lost their territories are not eligible to step into their gates, so the overall strength of this guild is exceptionally strong.

Even if the headquarters is set up in the capital of the barbarian empire where the trade unions gather, the Heavy Shield Guild can still be ranked...

In addition to the 1,000 lord members who can pull hundreds of thousands of troops at any time, the heavy shield guild is more famous for its president—Pane.

This top player, praised by many players on the forum as the strongest barbarian, is the face of the Heavy Shield Guild, and was even evaluated by good people that his combat power can be ranked among the top 20 players.

The main reason for having such a big name is because the other party was accepted as a personal disciple by an Extraordinary level barbarian in the early days of "Glory Era".

Some time ago, the Extraordinary even brought him into the place of inheritance and changed his job to a hidden job—ancient barbarian.

Because of inheritance, its level has soared directly from level 14 to level 17.

This is an extremely exaggerated level in the context that the mainstream level of players has just been raised to level eleven or level two.

This also made the Heavy Shield Union famous.

At this moment, the strongest barbarian with a level of 17 was looking straight at the huge blurry figures outside the bubble.

Paine Gold's short hair is like a lion, which sets off his burly figure even stronger, and Blue's eyes are shining fiercely.

The armor on his body was bulged high by the bulging muscles, as if it was about to explode.

Just from the momentum, one can know that this is a pure Warrior.

The physique of a barbarian is perfectly displayed in front of outsiders.

Two days ago, someone under his command was teleported into this mysterious place.

The other party immediately reported the situation here.

When he knew that the task was to help a god get out of trouble, he immediately realized that it was not easy, and led the army personally.

A stay is two days.

After entering this sealed land, the body will be reduced by a hundred times.

Therefore, any outside life approaching the sealed place will appear extraordinarily large.

But as long as the opponent touches the seal, they can enter the interior.

will shrink down like them.

"President Paine, another new player?...The God of God is really worried this dog day. He has been calling players to assist him these days."

Next to him, a big fat man who looked like a meat ball weighing more than three hundred pounds said with his cheeks puffed out.

"It's better for this guy to be like those people and be more sensible, otherwise he can only be sent back to his hometown."

As he spoke, he glanced at the side, and there was a collapsed minaret-style building. The upper floors collapsed on the side of the street, leaving only a base three or four meters high.

Therefore, this building has become a natural prison.

At this time, a large number of barbarian soldiers were patrolling around.

In the middle, guarded were more than a dozen downcast players.

These are their trophies.

"Just wait and see how the other party chooses."

Paine also glanced at the imprisoned players.

For him, no matter who came, there was nothing worth seeing.

Especially after he obtained the inheritance and raised his level to level 17.

Common players can hardly imagine the difference in combat power after level 15 and before level 15.

The mainstream lord player on the forum, even if he commands an army of one or two thousand, he is confident that he can kill them all by himself.

This is power, absolute power!

"We will take this reward from the gods, and whoever comes will have to get out."

Paine's tone was somewhat careless.

Several players around nodded as a matter of course.

In the final analysis, this world is a competition for resources. The Heavy Shield Guild has this strength, why let others intervene?

"President, because of your breakthrough, I'm afraid there is no player who has never heard of the Heavy Shield Guild... These guys, what's the use of coming?"

The fat-faced player laughed cheerfully.

As a guild, they will not hide and hide, they must show enough strength to attract new members to join.

So after Pan En got the inheritance, and his level soared from level 14 to level 17, they publicized this matter vigorously.

A level 17 ancient barbarian is definitely at the level of a nuclear bomb as a deterrent to Common players.

It can be seen from the fact that the dozen or so players who were summoned from the front did not even dare to resist after hearing the name of Pan En from the Heavy Shield Guild.

A short player next to him interjected.

"President, someone has already compared you with Qingqiu on the forum."

"Everyone thinks that you are no worse than Qingqiu now!"

Hearing this name, the smile on Paine's face subsided slightly.

For any player, the word Qingqiu is like a big mountain pressing on their heads.

Even if he is full of confidence.

The other party was already the number one among tens of billions of players when he was unknown, who would dare to underestimate him?

The opponent's first dungeon swept millions of players and won the first place.

In the second dungeon, with the participation of all members, it still ascended to the throne with a domineering attitude in the end.

In the past few months, although Qingqiu only attracted attention for selling a large number of weapons two weeks ago, no more detailed news came out at other times. But the exaggerated influence left in front of tens of billions of people cannot be dissipated in a short time.

The plump player stared at the short player with displeasure, and muttered.

"What shit Qingqiu, that guy is just bullying players who haven't developed yet."

"Among the top players on the forum, how many people still think that they can't compare with Qingqiu? Let alone our president! This is an ancient barbarian at level 17...Qingqiu is here, and he can break it The president's defense? Barbarians have 70% magic immunity! Mage is scum in front of the president!"

Hearing this, Pan En immediately felt relieved.

That's right, the most powerful aspect of the ancient barbarians was their almost invincible physique.

Even his extraordinary teacher told him that barbarians grow to the extreme and their physique is so strong that they are even inferior to ascetic monks who don't wear armor or use weapons and only cultivate their bodies.

With his current physique, he could forcibly resist the shooting of the siege crossbow.

In addition, it also has super high magic immunity, and ordinary spellcasters are not even qualified to hurt him.

This is his confidence.

His eyes flashed with fighting spirit.

"If there is a chance to fight against Qingqiu, I will let that guy experience the power of a barbarian."

These sonorous and powerful words immediately made the surrounding players happy.

This is their president!

At this moment, a family with a pie face came quickly from behind.

"Master President, are you calling me?"

Paine nodded and lowered his voice a little.

"That god, is he awake?"

The pie-faced player shook his head again and again.

"not at all."

Paine's tone became a little more serious.

"Speed ​​up, you must get the piece of artifact before the gods wake up... When the gods wake up, it may not be so easy."

The player couldn't help hesitating when he heard that.

"But from the president, before the god fell asleep, he just said that we should stabilize the gravel, and didn't let us..."

Paine interrupted him with a sneer and waved his hand.

"Stupid, how could such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity listen to the other party's arrangement?"

"As long as we can get the artifact fragments, even if there is no gain in the later stage, we will still make a lot of money... And from my observation, we honestly follow the other party's arrangement, and the gains we get will definitely not be great. There will be more than Artifact Fragments."

"Then what if the undead monarch gets angry..."

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, we still have a chance to be resurrected. The treasure will expire at the end of this month, and the chance of resurrection will disappear. It's useless. It's worth using an expired life to gamble this time!"

Hearing this, the pie-faced player calmed down.

"Yes, President, I will rush them right away."

After speaking, he glanced at the huge blurry figures in the sky, didn't take it seriously, turned around and left.

With their guild leader sitting here, he is really not afraid of problems... This is a top boss at level 17.

At this moment, puff~

The sound of something falling into the water resounded in everyone's ears.

They looked up subconsciously, and saw those huge figures constantly rushing down, and then disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Pan En narrowed his eyes slightly.

Signal to the round and fat player beside him.

"Lead the team to clean up that player's army...don't miss it this time."

The fat player laughed.

Glancing at the players who were imprisoned.

"The player just now was an accident, and I didn't expect to chop him up with a single knife... These guys still have a lot of oil and water, and I can't bear to kill them all."

As he said that, he turned and walked in another direction, and disappeared in the ruins of the collapsed building in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, two brigades of barbarian soldiers and a few players appeared behind the opponent. After nodding to Pan En, the chubby player led the army and walked towards the side with ease.

All players who enter this mysterious area will appear in a fixed place.

It was surrounded by countless evil murlocs, and it was impossible for the other party to dare to step out of that area.

And for those who come to assist, the evil murlocs will not attack.

So he is not in a hurry.

When he got there, he only needed to apply a little pressure, and he could easily trick the other party out.

With the melee ability of the barbarian army, even if the opponent dares to resist, they are still scum.

The vast majority of people gave up their resistance even after hearing the name Heavy Shield Guild, and chose to pay money to save their lives.

Only two hours ago, there was a guy who was rebellious and refused to obey, and he accidentally killed him.

This time, I don't know if there is such a tough guy?

The smiling face of the fat player looks like Maitreya Buddha.

In my heart, I regard this matter as a game.

Humming a song in his mouth, he walked around the collapsed and dilapidated buildings beside him, and quickly moved towards that area.

After a while, the fat player frowned slightly... because the sound of roaring and fighting came faintly from his ears.

There was a thud in my heart, and a bad premonition rose.

"Damn it, did that Zabi player offend the murloc guards around? Hurry up, speed up, if the other party is killed by the murloc guards, then our efforts will be in vain..."

Immediately, he led the army to speed up. The closer he got, the louder he heard the movement, and the more anxious his face became.

I wish I could pull that idiot out and slap a hundred big mouths.

"I don't care about his uncle, won't it be fine if you just stay there? What are you doing provoking those evil half murlocs?"

"This fucking is a level 15 unit, don't you know?"

Burning with anger, the speed was fast, and after a few minutes, he bypassed a collapsed church, and his sight suddenly widened.

The area that was heavily besieged by the evil murlocs came into view.

But after seeing the scene clearly, the player who was fat into a ball widened his eyes and opened his mouth subconsciously.

There is only one thought in my mind... How the hell is this possible? !

He saw a group of evil murlocs with a level of 15 besieging the entrance. This army was almost incomprehensible in his eyes.

Being slaughtered right now...yes, he used the right word, slaughter.

One-sided massacre!

Above the giant platform at the entrance.

Thousands of stone statues flapping their wings are hovering in the air at this moment.

They held a tomahawk in their hands that looked like they had just been taken out of the furnace, and dark black chains were wrapped around their arms.

The life of those stone statues reflecting the luster of the rock, clatter~

He kept throwing out the battle ax in his hand.

Driven by the battle axe, the chain made a piercing friction sound.

And with each throw, the evil murlocs in front of them who have the special ability to float in mid-air, as long as they are within the attack range, will be cut off even with their weapons. What's even more frightening is that those tomahawks will explode when they fly to crowded places.

That's right, an explosion!

The densely packed evil murlocs were shrouded in the metal storm after the battle ax exploded, causing huge casualties immediately.

Blood exploded from the sky, and the remains of limbs splattered all over the sky.

The scene is like watching fireworks. Every time the battle ax explodes, flowers of death will bloom.

When the blood hits the ground, a large cleared area will appear in the line of sight.

There are more than 5 battalions of evil murloc defenders stationed here... Even with the strength of the Heavy Shield Guild, it would take a huge price to absorb this force.

But at this moment, this army, which was strong enough to form the Kuroshio, fell down as if it had been mowed.

In the face of the terrifying lethality of the life of the stone statue, it is even more vulnerable than dry grass.

Death is harvesting souls.

"How...how is it possible?!"

"Then, what the hell is a player?!"

"The evil murloc is a top-level unit at level 15..."

The impact on the players around them was even more terrifying at the moment, and they kept uttering terrified cries in a trembling tone.

The eyes reflecting the bloody battlefield were full of disbelief and shock.

I thought it was a relaxing and enjoyable game like the previous dozen or so times, but now it has turned into a horror paradise.

The huge contrast made them unacceptable.

at this moment.

Roar~

A terrifying roar resounded through the sky.

Then, sting~ A tongue of bloody flames stretched tens of meters in the sky.

A charge was being launched in front, and the evil murlocs who wanted to fight in close quarters were directly covered in flames.

The bodies of these top soldiers seemed to be soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid.

It was melted in an instant, and it only had time to let out a shrill scream before being turned into blood.

When the flames disappeared, the evil murloc army was emptied out of a fan-shaped area.

Looking along the gap, an extremely terrifying life appeared in front of them... an undead dragon.

The whole body is burning with crimson flames, which looks like hellfire from a distance.

With a huge body with a wingspan of more than 40 meters, flying in the sky brings a sense of oppression that is almost suffocating.

Cooperating with the unscrupulous and surging Longwei, they felt their legs were weakening.

Hundreds of undead dragons, one size smaller behind him, surrounded it, making its power even more frightening.

To their horror, the dragon...spotted them!

The opponent's broken dragon wings fluttered and flew straight towards him.

Before they could react, the other party traveled hundreds of meters and reached the top of their heads.

The horrible white skull looked down on them from the sky.

After the terrifying dragon's power approached, the fear it brought soared more than ten times.

The ferocious barbarian legion, there is a huge commotion at this moment.

Some even wanted to turn around and flee in panic.

When several players saw this scene, they were terrified.

The opponent's army was still hunting the evil murlocs, and this undead dragon alone had brought their army to the brink of fear and collapse.

Who the fuck is this?

Looking up, in the energy of the undead dragon Scarlet, a vague figure was vaguely seen.

Obviously, that mysterious being is the master of this army.

Open the attribute panel, only the player's iconic panel can be seen, and all other attributes are question marks.

The fat player felt the almost collapsed morale of the barbarian Warrior around him, bit the tip of his tongue, and forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart.

He raised his head and shouted.

"Brother, we are the Heavy Shield Guild of the Barbarian Kingdom in the North, and our president is Pan En, who is known as the strongest barbarian player. He is a level 17 ancient barbarian!!"

"I believe you must have heard of President Paine's name!"

"Brother, don't misunderstand, we all accepted the emergency companion of helping the gods get out of trouble... we are all together."

"This task is not easy, everyone needs to gather strength together..."

Before he finished speaking, he only heard a casual voice.

"Who told you that I'm here to help this god get out of trouble?"

It's not that it's impossible to help the gods out of difficulties, or...

The player, who was fat into a ball, froze for a moment, and then glanced at the army of stone statues that were still wantonly slaughtering the evil murlocs.

A chill ran down my spine straight to my mind.

The other party... came to hunt the gods? ! !