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

Billions of people around the world were transmigrated to the game world of “Shining Era.” Everyone became lords and possessed their own land. They recruited troops, gathered resources, occupied mines, attacked cities and built up their empires. In this world of lords, the most important resource was the troop lairs where they could recruit troops. However, the potential of these lairs was fixed. If anyone wanted to obtain a top-level troop, they could only do so by defeating powerful wild troops and occupying their lairs. However, Richard discovered that he could actually improve the level of troop lairs directly. From then on, various powerful troops were groomed by him. When the other players were still leaping with joy from obtaining a high-level troop, behind Richard were a Desert Pharoah, a Demonic Scorpion King, a Mechanical Giant, a Demon Baron, a Blood Archduke, a Five-colored Evil Dragon, and a Fallen Angel. From that day on, a prosperous and dazzling oasis city was established in the desert. As for Richard, he became the ruler of the desert.

Carp Blowing Bubbles · Sci-fi
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1157 Chs

Chapter 361: Red Dragon General Store [1/2]

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The two players arrived at a hotel where people from all walks of life were mixed in when they left Violet Manor.

One could see players everywhere.

Boss reached out to stop a maidservant.

"Is Brother Knight there?!"

The maidservant glanced at them and said unhappily when she saw their messy clothes.

"It's on the second floor."

The two didn't mind. They went up to the second floor of the tavern with some excitement and immediately saw a bald man. He sat by the window.

"Brother Knight..."

The bald man heard the call and turned to look at the two.

He said casually.

"Big Li, Third Li, I haven't seen you in a few days."

"How was your harvest at the Violet Manor?"

There was nothing special about the two among the many players in the tavern, so naturally, no one would value them.

Strength determined one's status. This saying had always been right.