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

Dragon hero... These words carried a great temptation.

As Richard's thoughts spun, he suppressed his inner emotions. His expression did not reveal any true thoughts, and his tone was solemn.

"It's not enough, Sir Ferguson. Your chips are far from the risks that this mission requires!"

The phantom Ferguson floated and stared at Richard with its illusory eyes.

It enunciated each word distinctly.

"What if I say that this is an A-rank hero?"

Richard's breath froze.

'An A-rank... Dragon Hero?!'

Richard's heart instantly throbbed faster as he looked at the superior posture of the skeleton blood dragon from the corner of his eyes.

It only retained the three rudimentary characteristics of the dragon after the skeleton blood dragon was transformed into glorious-level, although still an intoxicating soldier -- dragon breath, might, and body.

However, it did not have the dragon's other great weapon -- Dragon Language Magic.

It would be able to learn the Dragon Language Magic and control the most powerful magic system in the "Shining Era" if transformed into a hero.

It was a temptation enough to make anyone drool.

"A-rank hero... as long as I retrieve that item, can you immediately fulfill your promise?"

Richard stared at the phantom and did not relent.

"I need a specific answer."

Ferguson did not get angry when he heard this. Instead, it looked at Richard with admiration.

"Not bad, Desert Lord. Your personality is very similar to mine when I was young..."

Its tone became heavy as it spoke.

"After you retrieve that item, escort me back to Templar City... I have a dragon crystal in the Scarlet Council that I found in an ancient ruin. That dragon crystal is enough for this skeleton blood dragon to transform!"

Richard's pupils constricted.

"The Scarlet Council...is in Templar City?"

That was the capital of the Templar Empire. It gathered the elves from the nature camp, dwarves from the fortress camp, and various god sects from the church camp.

To the evil creatures, this was ultimately the forbidden area among forbidden areas.

This Scarlet Council, which was distinctly an evil force, was actually in Templar City...

This information made him feel a surge of undercurrent.

Ferguson looked at Richard deeply.

"The Scarlet Council was born in Templar City. Humans do not only have kindness and light...where light can not reach, darkness and evil will exist forever."

Richard narrowed his eyes.

This Scarlet Council was indeed not simple.

Richard thought of the dungeon background as his thoughts wandered -- the Covenant of Evil versus the Oath of Light. It also involved the Battle of the Gods...

To be able to fight dozens of templar dragoons and escape alive, to be able to complete an A-rank mission at once, and to be able to turn a dragon into an A-rank hero.

The more he thought about these, the more he could feel the terror of this Scarlet Council and Ferguson...

It was like an abyss beast that hid under the water's surface.

But the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

'Wasn't the dungeon about taking risks and courting death?

'Why would he come to the dungeon if he wanted peace?'

Richard would ultimately take the dragon crystal that could turn a dragon into an A-rank hero!

Moreover, he could feel that this mission might be a series of mission switches.

"Sir Ferguson, escort you... Are you unable to fight anymore?"

After a short conversation, the phantom dimmed a lot.

Its expression was a little complicated.

"I was already heavily injured, and the attack of the templar dragoons aggravated my injury..."

Richard understood. It seemed that this was the colossal difficulty of this A-rank mission.

Richard's scalp went numb when he thought about how he wanted to send the templar dragoons to the lair of the light faction under the siege of the templar dragoons.

"I need to know what arrangements you have, Sir."

"The people of the Scarlet Council are already waiting for us at the moat outside Templar City. We can still escape whether the templar dragoons discover us, as long as we arrive..."

Richard was finally relieved.

He does not want to force his way into Templar City.

"Sir, perhaps, no one knows the threat better than you. If I get that item, I need you to cash out a part of the reward first."

"Hahaha..." Ferguson laughed.

"In my unforgettable adventure thirty years ago, I told the same thing as you did."

After the smile disappeared, Ferguson nodded slowly.

"I can teach you two special spells that I created."

Then, Ferguson added, "Their effects are sometimes no less than an A-rank skill."

Richard's eyes lit up.

He thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

"I need you to teach me and my subordinates two more spells that can recruit undead... It would be even better if you recruit a mummy."

Ferguson didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You genuinely are... We have to return to Templar City. The Scarlet Council has a master mage who is proficient in the undead. Perhaps, he will have one."

The phantom looked at Richard and wanted to say something after it said that.

"This is the last condition. But I promise that as long as you can complete the mission, I will give you an additional reward in addition to the conditions I promised."

Richard finally gave up.

Then, Ferguson began to discuss the specific terms with Richard.

Ferguson began to chant after the discussion reached a point where both accepted.

It was a language that Richard had never heard before, which made people feel solemn.

"O great being that controls death, please listen to our call. I implore you to witness the covenant of death we made..."

It was under the prayers of the obscure language.

A system notification sounded in Richard's ear.

[Ding~ Scarlet Council's Vice President Ferguson has applied to make a covenant of death with you. The rules of the covenant are as follows...]

[The content of the covenant was an agreement between Ferguson and Richard. Ferguson was not allowed to harm Richard and his troops in any way or form after Richard completed the mission. Ferguson has to fulfill the promised rewards within the stipulated time, and so on.]

Most of the covenants were limited to Ferguson. Richard had experienced this with the contract with Fire Elemental Lord. He is an expert this time.

They strangle in the cradle unwanted threats.

Richard confirmed after both ensured there were no mistakes or incorrect terms.

A special connection emerged in his mind.

The God of Death witnessed this covenant.

They signed the covenant.

Ferguson, the powerful existence who could escape dozens of templar dragoons siege, relaxed serenely.

It looked at Richard with admiration.

"Lord Richard, I have to say that your caution is extremely rare. The attitude of those two lowly humans to get my reward is disdainful..."

Richard's mouth twitched when he heard this.

If those two players heard this creature's evaluation of them, he did not know if they would come and fight this being to death...

However, the sand sculpture players had always been shameless in their missions. It was not surprising.

"Sir Ferguson, I'm afraid the battle outside is about to end. We need to act as soon as possible."

The phantom turned its head and looked outside.

"It's still early. The number of these two high-level soldiers is not much different. The battle will not be decided so quickly without a stronger force that would intervene..."

Richard was stunned for a moment. But when he thought of the petrifying vitality of those soldiers, he nodded in agreement.

Ferguson looked at his gradually transparent shadow and sighed. It sped up its speech.

"There's a dungeon in that village. You can enter it directly from the passage under the withered tree on the side.

"Take this gemstone. After you enter the dungeon, it will naturally lead you to the token... It's a crystal bottle containing golden liquid.

"Remember, after you find it, immediately drop blood on it. Otherwise, the templar dragoons will discover the aura it gives off.

"Leave on the spot after you get it. There is a place where five rivers meet about a hundred kilometers downstream of this lake. I will wait for you on the island in the center!

"You only have six hours. After six hours, the crystal bottle will give off a powerful aura. By then, the templar dragoons will find it!"

As soon as Ferguson finished speaking, the phantom image shattered like a bubble...and turned into a wave of energy.

Then, it condensed into a floating map in mid-air.

There were a few locations marked on it -- the location of the treasure, where the five rivers converged, and the Templar City, which was further away.

When Richard saw this, he could not help but frown.

If he had known that he would not be able to make it, would he not have told him earlier?

After synchronizing the system map, he looked at the two players' corpses from the corner of his eye.

He needed fresh blood to suppress that item...

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Wasn't there a ready-made one?

He instantly ordered the mummy to take the two players' fresh blood while their bodies were still warm.

He squeezed out the last value of these two fellows who had died unjustly.