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

Richard wasn't sure how many players watched. And even if he did, he wouldn't care.

After countless battles, his heart had long been tempered to the point that it was unperturbed.

He landed on the ground again after not getting much information in the air.

Just as he was about to set up the operation, a system notification suddenly rang.

[Ding~ The system has updated a map. Please take a look at it yourself.]

"Oh?"

When he heard the notification, he immediately became interested. He opened the system map and looked at it carefully.

His starting point was in the south, and the north was the central area.

He thought about the information the system gave that there was an extraordinary boss in the central area.

Richard did not stay any longer.

After he took out the riddle crystal and let Gunter return, he closed the map and waved his hand.

"Head north!"

As he spoke, he stopped flying and flipped over to sit on Alves's back.

In the Livestream, the players saw Alves with a wingspan of 30 meters. Its body burned with blood-colored energy and with broken wings.

Its eyes turned green with envy.

[He's too f*cking handsome! F*ck! Where did this bastard Qingqiu get a mount…]

[A mount? Idiot, that is a f*cking hero! Undead dragons are troops above glorious-level, and the size of this dragon is ultimately a hero above B-rank!]

[Are there any players from the undead faction? Who knows how to get a dragon?]

[You want to get the undead dragon? You also overthink!]

[You're just boasting. How could Qingqiu have it if it's so arduous?]

[Do you know the conditions for recruiting an undead dragon? An advanced-level undead recruitment spell. In addition, the corpse of a giant dragon at level 15 or above must be present!]

[The corpse of a dragon above level 15? Can't it be from the troops' lair?]

[We can't rule out this possibility, but the undead wyverns are at least glorious-level troops. If we want to get the troops' lair, we'll have to attack the dragon's lair first, with several squadrons of glorious-level guarding it.]

[And in such a dragon lair, there will ultimately be heroic units guarding it... The dragon lair produced only one or two per week. The 30 if Qingqiu simply recruited would have taken at least one or two months to accumulate.]

[In other words, the other party already had the power to occupy a lair guarded by a glorious-level troop type a month or two ago. Was that possible?]

Outsmarting continued.

The bullet comments immediately became noisy.

Dragons were high-level troops at all times, and most players at this stage had never seen them in the central plane.

Now that several had appeared, they found it hard to accept.

They could not understand how Qingqiu could have so many undead dragons in such a short time.

However, it destined their doubts to be unanswered.

The troops that had spread out to explore the way moved through the fog. But they did not find any traces of the enemy.

Richard was on high alert.

The thick fog had blocked out a lot of information, so it was better to be careful.

He had a clear goal–the central area.

Compared to the other players, he was more interested in the boss that could provide special rewards.

The other players would probably think the same and move closer to the center.

After the troops flew slowly for about ten minutes, Gunter's voice suddenly came from the riddle crystal.

"Lord, there is a beast troop ahead..."

Richard perked up on Alves's back.

"Stand by!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately led the troops to increase their flying speed.

Not long after, he saw Gunter rode a dark gargoyle.

"Lord, we found a beast troop that repaired themselves on the hard ground ahead. They don't show any signs of leaving."

It piqued Richard's interest.

"How many are there?"

"Three squadrons, just like what you said before. They are probably lords from the central plane."

"How's the opponent's strength?"

"Wolf cavalry as the main force, no air force."

Richard knew what to do.

"All soldiers, prepare to attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he commanded Alves to take the lead, followed by 30 skeletal blood dragons.

The 135 undead soldiers that rode on the dark gargoyles clenched their tomahawks and followed.

He had just passed through the fog.

A shrill wolf howl came from the front.

The orcs had discovered the Twilight City troops...

Richard looked down from a hundred feet above. In the swamp, mud covered the dry, hard ground.

Three squadrons of cavalry soldiers looked up at the sky.

The mount wolf below bared its fangs and drooled as it let out a low growl.

The orc cavalry held their crossbows in one hand and reins in the other. They controlled their mount wolves to move left and right.

In the central area, an overly mighty orc player looked at the undead dragon in the sky with a depressed expression.

He had chosen cavalry because they had the absolute advantage in a head-on battle.

Moreover, the troops in his hands were one of the most powerful. He was not afraid to fight any ground troops.

However, the most depressing thing happened... He was born in the swamp.

[Who the f*ck could he find to reason with?]

He had no choice but to wear it on this hard ground that could launch a charge and wait for the other players to come and die.

He did not expect that the enemy would come, but now, it seemed that he was the one who was going to die.

At that moment, the undead wyverns swooped down.

The orc players felt their scalps go numb.

He suddenly roared in anger.

"Attack! Attack!"

With a hysterical roar, the wolf riders pulled the trigger of their crossbows, and one arrow after another pierced through the sky.

'Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!'

However, the crossbow bolts that could pierce through a warrior's armor met with the most direct defeat.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

The skeleton blood dragon charged straight down. When the arrows hit its body, there was a metallic sound.

All that was left were tiny marks on the blood-colored skeleton.

He could not even injure the skeleton blood dragon, let alone kill it.

Such an attack was like a joke unless it was a heavy siege crossbow or a high-level crossbow

'Roar!'

He let out a low roar.

Alves, who charged at the front, had a blood-colored glow in its throat.

At that moment.

'Hu!'

The corrosive Beyond A-rank Dragon Breath left a trail of flames that was tens of meters long.

The arrows in the sky turned into sticky liquid.

On the ground.

'Shua!'

The wolf cavalry soldiers immediately tried to dodge, but the range of support was too vast. And they could never avoid it.

As long as the Dragon's Breath touched them, no matter how sturdy their bodies were, it would tarnish the bodies into a pool of blood.

It had slaughtered small teams of wolf riders in a single clash.

Before Alves could get up, the skeleton blood dragon added fire from behind.

'Hu!'

The Dragon's Breath was like a flamethrower. It formed a crossfire net.

The wolf riders could only use their crossbows to attack the ground and finally felt the horror of this world.

In just two rounds of attacks, it killed half of the three squadrons.

The orc player's eyes were wide open. But since the ground troops were unprepared, the threat of the air cavalry was zero.

"Retreat! Scatter and escape!"

A helpless roar resounded through the sky.

As soon as the orc player's voice fell, he immediately led two small teams of wolf riders and charged out.

Such an eye-catching move immediately made him the target of Alves.

The damaged dragon wings flapped.

'Hu!'

With a few flaps of its wings, the dragon hero was already on top of its head.

With a wingspan of 30 meters, the pressure it gave off was insane.

He lowered his head.

'Puchi!'

The terrifying Dragon Breath swept down.

The orc player couldn't react and instantly turned into blood.

The troop that had lost its backbone immediately fell into greater chaos.

He began to run around randomly.

And an enemy without the ability to resist was like a circle of sheep.

The skeleton blood dragon had entered its hunting phase.

No matter how fast the ground troops were, how could they fly faster than the flying troops?

Moreover, this was a swamp.

The wolf riders who fled in all directions slowly ran in the mud and enjoyed the Dragon Breath of the skeleton blood dragon.

[Ding~ You have killed a lord and obtained 5,000 points. The current number of lords kill: one, rank 10.]

After the last wolf rider fell, Richard heard the system notification.

He opened the so-called ranking board and glanced.

It was the ranking in the arena. The nine people in front of him had also killed one.

The order of attack was based on the time of the attack if the number was the same.

Richard didn't feel much about killing the orc player.

The moment the other party did not have any means to counter the air force, it decided the outcome.

He was used to it, but the players in the Livestream room went crazy.

[Fuck, am I blind? How old was he? Three squadrons of wolf cavalry soldiers were all killed by Qingqiu?]

[It hasn't even been five minutes, and he's already shocked me for a year. How is this freak so strong?!]

[No way? It works too? The troops that rode on the gargoyles at the back of Qingqiu did not even make a move, and only 30 undead giant dragons had killed the other party ... F*ck, why is this bastard so perverted?]

[How ridiculous is the level of those undead wyverns? The wolf cavalry can't even withstand half a Dragon Breath…]

The players continued to be shocked and bewildered.

Most players knew Qingqiu was strong. But they did not have a specific impression of it.

The battle just now had made them experience what it meant to be strong.

The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves and cleared the enemies in just a few minutes.

This kind of direct impact was starkly incomparable to the few posts on the forum.

At this point, the players in the live-streaming room realized in shock that the gap between them and the Qingqiu monster was supremely enormous...