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

Richard was in a good mood as he looked at the numbers on his attribute panel.

The profits from the last attack on the underground world were indeed abundant.

Even now, there was still a surplus.

He couldn't help but sigh. It was indeed a gold belt for murder and arson.

But it appeared sparingly embarrassed when it turned around.

It was because it could only upgrade two of the troop lairs to crown...

The two formed a strong contrast.

"Are you reminding me that the strength of the troop is everything?

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it. No matter how well the people built the city, it's still a wedding dress for others if there needs to be more power to protect it.

"Other people store grain while I store guns. His house is my granary??"

Richard upgraded all the buildings in Twilight City with generosity to a special level.

The next level would require Twilight City to upgrade into a large city.

It made him lose interest.

It was a life-threatening situation with a population of 50,000 and five advanced technologies.

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In the underground world.

An old dwarf stood on the towering walls of Fortress City. It looked into the gray distance with an inexplicable expression.

They headed toward Blood Hoof City.

It wasn't looking for the barbarian city. But the figure who had once appeared as a savior.

Unfortunately, it had been half a month, and the other party had yet to appear…

"Rand Augustus…What are you doing up here? Damn bastard, if you fall again, I promise I will throw your corpse into the sewers and let those filthy saw-toothed rats devour it!"

The old dwarf turned around when he heard the curse behind him.

A gray-colored dwarf in a wheelchair appeared before the old dwarf. Anger engulfed its face.

Two mechanical puppets pushed the wheelchair behind the gray-colored dwarf. One of its arms, short as a bean sprout, was striking.

Congenital abnormalities.

The old dwarf smiled bitterly.

"Master Brown…"

The dwarf was Brown. The level 12 alchemist who had first joined Richard.

The gray-colored dwarf glared fiercely at the old dwarf.

"You fell from here last time. You still dare to come here?!"

The old dwarf was helpless.

"It was just an accident last time. I'm fine, right?"

"Accident? Listen, listen! Was this something a dwarf could say? Gods above, I promise the great lord that if he allows it, I will kick you down and let you experience what an accident is!"

Brown was exasperated.

The old dwarf decisively changed the topic when it saw this.

"Lord Brown, why are you looking for me?"

Brown snorted coldly and was too lazy to continue to argue. Its life was not his anyway.

He said stiffly.

"Lord returned to Twilight City three days ago and specifically asked to see you.

"It is estimated that they will arrive at the underground world in two days."

It said threateningly.

"Rand! If you're lying and don't have the bloodline of a god in your body... Believe me, I will throw all of you into the furnace without the lord getting angry!"

The old dwarf couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

"Lord Richard is back?!

"Praise the dwarf god!"

Brown pursed his lips.

"Dwarf god? That fellow had fell long ago. What is the use of praising it now… We're all small races. Why don't you let the dwarves follow me and worship the great god of the gray dwarves?"

The old dwarf glared at Brown indignantly and shouted.

"Stupid gray-colored dwarf! A great god will never fall!"

"My god is only sleeping! He will return!"

Brown sneered.

"Return? The legend of you dwarves? Could the moon resurrect it when it rises?"

Brown could not be bothered to say anything else and waved its hand as it looked at the angry old dwarf.

"Stop arguing. Hurry up and inform your clan. Don't make any mistakes and offend the lord. When the time comes, I won't forgive you!"

Brown seemed to have thought of something after it said that. It sat up straight and said with a hint of flattery.

"Sir Rand, I've recently encountered a few questions regarding alchemy. I wonder if you can answer them…"

The old dwarf looked at the other party's shameless appearance, and its anger disappeared. The old dwarf didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

They were all of the same race, so why was there such a vast difference?

It could only open its mouth to ask the other party's question after a long sigh and explain.

The old dwarf wasn't familiar with alchemy technology, but for some reason, as long as Brown described the cause and effect in detail, Rand could always think of a way.

It was as if the knowledge hid in its mind.

The old dwarf took a deep look at the gray city wall and did not stay any longer after brown left in satisfaction. It turned around and left the city wall. The old dwarf headed toward the inner part of Fortress City.

The streets bustled with mechanical puppets, and gray-colored dwarves shuttled back and forth.

The war that destroyed Fortress City seemed to have happened decades ago.

No one mentioned it again.

The lives of the underground world were always so pragmatic.

Survival came first.

It didn't matter who ruled them as long as the other party could give them a chance to live...

Coincidentally, the management of the underground world in Twilight City allowed it to unleash its potential and find a suitable way to develop.

On the way, other than a few mechanical puppets that protected it, no one paid attention to it.

The old dwarf did not mind. Its pace became much faster with anticipation in its heart.

The old dwarf turned into a small manor after it went through two streets. It pushed the door open and entered. The old dwarf ignored the mechanical puppets that guarded it.