Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start

'F*ck!' Launching a sneak attack without saying a word?!!

His body suddenly retreated. With a thought, the two heavy sword warriors beside him immediately protected him from the rear.

The skeleton blood dragon spread its wings instantly, and a powerful breath condensed in its throat.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-colored light on Third Brother's body condensed into a figure with dark runes engraved on its face.

The figure floated in the air and emitted efficacious magic energy fluctuations. It looked indeed extraordinary.

The figure opened its eyes and saw dozens of giant magic puppets and dark gargoyles eyeing it.

A death dragon with a wingspan of 20 meters condensed its breath.

Two mummified mages with strong auras not far away condensed their spells.

Question marks seemed to have suffused its eyes when he saw this scene. "What was going on?"

[Phantom]

[Level: 9]

[Description: Able to bear a portion of the mage's power.]

"Level 9?!"

Richard's expression turned extremely interested after he looked at the other party's attributes.

He thought these two players would recruit some terrifying existences.

He even thought a Fire Elemental Lord would appear.

But after all that, a Level 9 Phantom?!

Third and Old Brother, who had wanted to use this trump card to turn the tables, were dumbstruck.

"What the hell is going on? Didn't that NPC summon him when he encountered an invincible enemy after discovering that mission item? Why is he only level 9?"

Third Brother was going crazy.

Old Brother stuttered.

"Third Brother, could it be that...this NPC has a special way of keeping the mission item regardless of how powerful it is. After all, templar dragoons besieged the other party and are still in a near-death state..."

Third Brother felt as if lightning struck him when he heard this.

Who would have thought of this when they heard this?

That was an NPC that could escape from dozens of level 19 templar dragoons?... How could they not?!!

The shadow turned to look at the village, his expression increasingly changing.

"Why did you call me out now?!!"

There was indescribable anger in his tone.

He thought that the other party had completed the mission. What the hell were these two idiots trying to do now?!!!

Who were these undead soldiers?

When Third Brother heard this and said with his last hope, "Lord Ferguson... We need your help! Those undead soldiers have captured us, and I need you to save us!"

What if the other party was just hiding his strength, and he was still holding on to his last hope...

The phantom in the air felt that it had received 10,000 true damage.

Condensing this phantom had used up all his last bit of strength, and he still wanted to recover some by retrieving his items.

'In the end, you're telling me this?!'

He wished he could strangle these two idiots to death!!!

When Richard heard this, his expression became extremely interesting.

These two sand sculpture players were top-notch.

Before he took out his trump card, he wasn't sure if it was the 3 of clubs or the king of spades.

Seeing that the troop had already come out of the water, he didn't want to waste any more time.

The skeleton blood dragon prepared to spit out the dragon's breath with a wave of his hand.

But at this moment, a change occurred.

The phantom in the air suddenly waved his hand, and a transparent blade slashed out.

But the enemy wasn't attacking the Twilight City troops, but the two players who had summoned him...

'Plop!'

The slash destroyed their souls. And their bodies fell dead without any wounds.

Third and Old Brother widened their eyes. They would never have thought they would leave the dungeon in such a way...

The two heard the system notification say who had killed them after their resurrection in the main plane. They immediately looked at each other and saw each other's almost distorted faces.

Grief and indignation shrouded their hearts.

"F*ck!" What the hell is going on?!… This is too f*cking depressing. If I had known earlier, I would have let Qingqiu kill me!"

When Richard saw this scene, his interest tremendously increased. There seemed to be some hidden reason behind this.

He waved his hand and asked the troops to delay their attacks.

He spoke seriously.

"Sir, please tell us your origins..."

The phantom felt even more resentful after it killed the two idiots.

Why did he give the task to these two idiots at that time?

He looked at Richard. The energy in his body could not hold on for much longer. If he could not get the item, he would lose everything.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a low voice as if he was trying his best.

"Lord from the desert, I am the vice-president of the Scarlet Council—Ferguson.

"Yesterday, I was besieged by the templar dragoons. I left a valuable item in the village ahead.

"The dragoons are extremely sensitive to my aura. I can't enter it now. That item has a time-limited effect. If we delay any longer, it might lose its effect."

A broken ruby floated out of the two players' arms.

"I need you to sneak into it and retrieve that item… As long as you find that item, I will give you a generous reward!"

The moment the other party's voice fell, a system notification sounded.

[Ding~ You have triggered an A-rank mission—Lost Keepsake.]

The Scarlet Council's vice-president, Ferguson, was about to execute a valuable mission. However, templar dragoons discovered him on the way. As a member of the evil faction, Ferguson had attracted the attention of the dragoons.

He accidentally left behind a valuable item during the battle.

"You need to retrieve that item. Mission Reward: Scarlet Council's favorability, Ferguson's special reward."

An A-rank mission?

Richard's pupils constricted. No wonder these two players would appear at the bottom of the lake.

The other party did not attack after they saw the dragon's corpse. Instead, their goal from the beginning was to sneak into the village guarded by several demons.

He recalled that when he entered the dungeon yesterday, the templar dragoon had left from the direction of the village... And after he entered, he also witnessed the traces left behind by the dragon's breath.

All of this matched up.

But he was not in a hurry to agree.

Sneaking into the village now, if this was not courting death...any dragoon or supreme demon would be too much for him to handle.

As his thoughts raced, Richard suddenly thought of the Fire Elemental Lord.

The deal he made with that boss back then had given him a bountiful reward.

The reward wouldn't be small, judging from the difficulty of the A-rank mission.

He stared at the phantom.

"Strange existence, I need to know what price you can pay."

"You should know what's going on outside. The templar dragoons are fighting against the supreme demons. Going out now is similar to courting death."

"And I can't trust you either. What guarantee do you have that you'll pay me after I have completed the mission? At the same time, won't you attack me after the mission?"

These words were merciless.

But the phantom heaved a sigh of relief.

At least, the other party could still talk.

Moreover, this lord who possessed the power of the desert had a troop countless times stronger than the idiot he had just killed with his own hands.

For a moment, the despair in his heart ignited hope again.

The two fools who had received the mission from him yesterday did not even say a word before they eagerly went.

Their despicable attitude made him disdain them.

At this moment, this lord of the desert's attitude was like he was talking about something.

His gaze became solemn.

After a silence, Ferguson slowly said, "We can sign a covenant of death. Those who violate the covenant will have their souls taken away by death..."

As he spoke, a hint of heat flashed in his eyes.

"As for the reward..." He pointed at the skeleton blood dragon brewing its dragon breath.

"I can turn it into a powerful heroic unit!"

Richard turned to look at the skeleton blood dragon… A giant dragon hero?

His heart raced.