Global Lords: Start as a Desert Lord

After Richard chose mission 2 - to prevent the gods from escaping, he took a deep look at the broken kingdom of God lying silent in the water below.

The tone was cold.

"Follow me. Fight in!"

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

As soon as he finished speaking, Alves swooped down from the sky.

Phew~

Plunging into the water, splashing large amounts of water droplets.

The army from the rear also filed in.

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

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

Scuba diving is no stranger to Richard.

In the first dungeon, he controlled sand and gravel to form an underwater boat, and avoided being hunted by enemies in the water.

The army descended quickly and came directly to the front of the bubble.

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

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

At this time, those beings in the giant bubble also noticed something strange.

Around the central square, the evil half-murlocs guarding the arm of the god raised their heads one by one at this moment, looking at the sky with their black eyes.

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

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, players who have lost their territory are not eligible to enter their gates, so the overall strength of this guild is particularly strong.

Even if the headquarters is located in the capital of the barbarian empire where guilds gather, the Heavy Shield Guild can still be ranked high.

In addition to the 1,000 lord members who can mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops at any time, the Heavy Shield Guild is more famous for its president, Paine.

This top player, praised by many players on the forum as the strongest barbarian, is the face of the Heavy Shield Guild, and even good guys have rated his combat ability as ranking among the top 20 players.

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

Some time ago, that extraordinary person brought him into the land of inheritance and changed his profession to a hidden profession - ancient barbarian.

Its level also soared directly from level 14 to level 17 due to inheritance.

In the context that the mainstream level of players has just been raised to level 11 or level 1, this is an extremely exaggerated level.

This also made the Heavy Shield Union famous.

At this moment, the strongest barbarian who had reached level 17 was looking directly at the huge blurry figures outside the bubble.

Paine's short golden hair was like a lion's, making his burly figure even stronger, and his blue eyes flashed with fierce light.

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

Just from the momentum, you can tell 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 learned that the mission was to help a god escape from trouble, he immediately realized that it was not simple and led the army personally.

Stayed for two days.

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

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

But as long as the other party touches the seal and enters the inside.

It will shrink like them.

"President Paine, another new player? This stupid god is really careless. He has been calling players to assist him in the past few days."

A fat man next to him who weighed over 300 pounds and looked like a ball of meat puffed out his cheeks and said.

"This guy had better be as knowledgeable as those people, otherwise we have to send him back to his hometown."

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

Therefore, this building became a natural prison.

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

In the middle, there were more than a dozen dejected players being guarded.

These are their trophies.

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

Paine also glanced at the imprisoned player.

To him, whoever came had nothing worth seeing.

Especially after he obtained inheritance and reached level 17.

Ordinary players can hardly imagine how big the gap is between the 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 are determined to take the reward from this god. Anyone who comes will have to get out."

Paine's tone was somewhat casual.

Several players around him nodded naturally.

In the final analysis, this world is a competition for resources. If the Heavy Shield Guild has this strength, why should others get involved?

"President, because of your breakthrough, there is probably no player who has not heard of the Heavy Shield Guild. What's the use of these guys here?"

The fat player smiled happily.

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

So after Paine received the inheritance and his level soared directly from level 14 to level 17, they publicized this matter vigorously.

A level 17 ancient barbarian is definitely a nuclear bomb-level deterrent to ordinary players.

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

A short player next to him interjected.

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

"I think you are no worse than Qingqiu now!"

Upon hearing this name, Paine's smile faded slightly.

For any player, the word Qingqiu is like a big mountain weighing on their head.

Even he is so confident.

When the other party was unknown, he was already the number one player among tens of billions of players. Who dares to despise him?

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

The second copy, with the participation of all members, finally ascended the throne with a domineering attitude.

In the past few months, although Qingqiu only attracted attention for selling a large number of weapons two weeks ago, no more detailed news has been released at other times.

But the exaggerated influence left in front of tens of billions of people cannot be dissipated in a short time.

The fat player's eyes widened, he glanced at the short player in displeasure, and muttered.

"What nonsense Qingqiu, that guy just bullied players who haven't developed yet."

"How many of the top players on the forum think they can't compete with Qingqiu? Let alone our president! This is a level 17 ancient barbarian. Qingqiu is here, can he break the president's defense? ? Barbarians have 70% magic immunity! Mages are just scum in front of the president!"

When Pan En heard this, he immediately felt relieved.

Yes, the most powerful thing about the ancient barbarians was their nearly invincible physique.

Even his extraordinary teacher told him that barbarians have grown to the extreme and are so powerful that they are even inferior to ascetics who don't wear armor or use weapons and just cultivate their bodies.

With his current physique, he can withstand the firing of a siege crossbow.

In addition, he also has super high magic immunity, and ordinary spell casters are not even qualified to hurt him.

This is his confidence.

His eyes flashed with fighting spirit.

"If there is a chance to fight Qingqiu, I will let that guy realize how powerful the barbarians are."

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

This is their president!

At this moment, a man with a big 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, we must get the artifact fragment before the spirit wakes up. When the spirit wakes 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 only asked us to stabilize the gravel, but did not let us."

Paine interrupted him with a sneer and waved his hand.

"Stupid, how can you listen to the other party's arrangements for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

"As long as we can get the artifact fragments, even if there is no harvest in the later stage, we will still make a lot of money. And from my observation, if we honestly follow the other party's arrangements, we will definitely not gain more than the artifact fragments. .”

"Then what if the undead monarch gets angry."

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, we all still have a chance to be resurrected. That treasure will expire at the end of this month, and the chance of resurrection will also disappear. Don't use it in vain. Use your expired life to gamble this time. It's worth it!"

After hearing this, the big-faced player calmed down.

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

After speaking, he glanced at the huge blurry figures in the sky, turned around and left without taking them seriously.

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

At this moment, poof~

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

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

Seeing this scene, Pan En narrowed his eyes slightly.

Signal to the round and fat player beside him.

"Lead a team to clean up that player's army. Don't miss it again this time."

The fat player laughed.

Glancing at the players who were imprisoned.

"That player just now was an accident. I didn't expect that I could chop him into pieces with one knife. But there is still a lot of oil and water in them, so I can't bear to kill them all."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked in the other direction, disappearing into the ruins of the collapsed building in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, two large groups of barbarian soldiers and several players appeared behind the opponent. After nodding with Paine, the chubby player led the army towards the side in a familiar way.

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

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

As for those who come to help, the evil half-murloc will not attack.

So he is not in a hurry.

Once there, he only needs to apply a little pressure to easily trick the other party out.

With the close combat capabilities of the barbarian army, even if the opponent dares to resist, they will be scum.

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

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

This time, I wonder if there will be such a tough guy?

The chubby player's smiling face looks like Maitreya Buddha.

I regarded this matter as a game in my heart.

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

After a while, the fat player frowned slightly because there were faint roars and sounds of fighting in his ears.

There was a thump in my heart, and a bad premonition arose.

"Damn it, did that Sabi player offend the murloc guards around him? 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 march. The closer he got, the louder the noise he heard, and the more anxious his face became.

In my heart, I wanted to pull that idiot out and slap him in the mouth a hundred times.

"Fuck him, won't you be fine if you just stay here? Why provoke those evil half-murlocs?"

"Don't you know this is a level 15 soldier?"

Burning with anger, he moved very fast. After a few minutes, he bypassed a collapsed church and his sight suddenly opened up.

The area heavily besieged by evil half-murlocs came into view.

But after the chubby player saw the scene clearly, his eyes widened and his mouth opened subconsciously.

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

He saw groups of evil half-murlocs besieging the entrance, reaching level 15. This army was almost invincible in his eyes.

They are being massacred right now. Yes, he didn't use the wrong word. It's massacre.

One-sided massacre!

Above the giant platform at the entrance.

Thousands of stone statues with flapping wings are currently hovering in mid-air.

They were holding a tomahawk with a handle that looked like it had just been taken out of a furnace, and dark black chains were wrapped around their arms.

Those stone statues that reflect the luster of the rocks are alive, clattering~

He kept throwing the battle ax in his hand.

Driven by the battle axe, the chains made a harsh friction sound.

And with each throw, the evil murlocs in front of them who have the special ability to float in mid-air will be cut off even their weapons as long as they are within the attack range.

What's even more terrifying is that those tomahawks will explode when they fly to crowded places.

That's right, an explosion!

The densely packed evil half-murlocs were enveloped by the metal storm after the battle ax exploded, causing huge casualties immediately.

Blood exploded from the sky, and body parts scattered all over the sky.

The scene was like watching fireworks. Every time the battle ax exploded, flowers of death would bloom.

When the blood falls to 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 enough to form a black tide, fell down like grass.

In the face of the terrifying lethality of stone statues, they are even more fragile than hay.

Death is harvesting souls.

"How is it possible?!"

"Then, is that a fucking player?!"

"The evil half-murloc is the top level 15 unit."

Several players around him were hit even more horribly at this moment, and they kept making frightened cries with trembling tones.

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

I thought it would be the same relaxing and enjoyable game as the previous dozen times, but now it has turned into a paradise of horror.

The huge contrast was unacceptable to them.

at this moment.

Roar~

A terrifying roar echoed through the sky.

Then, a bloody tongue of fire stretched dozens of meters in the sky.

A charge was being launched from the front, and the evil half-murloc who wanted to fight at close quarters was directly covered by tongues of fire.

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

It was melted instantly, and it only had time to let out a scream before it was turned into blood.

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

Looking along the gap, a terrifying undead dragon appeared in front of them.

The whole body was burning with crimson flames, and from a distance, it looked like the fire of hell.

With a huge body with a wingspan of more than 40 meters, flying in the sky brings an almost suffocating pressure to people.

Coupled with the unbridled surge of dragon power, they felt that their legs were weakening.

Behind it, hundreds of undead dragons smaller than the previous one surrounded it, making its power even more terrifying.

To their horror, the giant dragon discovered them!

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

Before they could react, the opponent crossed a distance of several hundred meters and reached above their heads.

The terrifying white skull looked down at them from the sky.

After the terrifying dragon's power approached, the fear it brought increased more than tenfold.

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

Some even wanted to turn around and flee in fear.

Several players saw this scene and felt terrified.

The opposing army is still hunting the evil half-murlocs, and this undead dragon alone has brought their army to the brink of fear and collapse.

Who the hell is this?

Looking up, he could see a vague figure amid the crimson energy of the undead dragon.

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

When you open the attribute panel, you can only see the player's iconic panel, and all other attributes are question marks.

The chubby player felt the almost collapsed morale of the barbarian warriors around him. He bit the tip of his tongue and suppressed the fear in his heart.

He raised his head and shouted.

"Brother, we are the Heavy Shield Guild of the North Barbarian Kingdom. Our president is Paine, 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 get me wrong. We have all accepted this emergency as a companion to help the gods escape. We are all in this together."

"This task is not easy, and everyone needs to pool their strength together."

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

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

It’s not about helping the gods get out of trouble, or...

The chubby player's face was stunned for a moment, and then he glanced at the army of stone statues behind him who were still slaughtering the evil half-murlocs.

A chill ran down my spine and into my mind.

Is the other party here to hunt gods? ! !