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Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

1 billion people from the Earth woke up and discovered that they had transmigrated to an alternate world. They possessed their own land and had become lords. They had to struggle to survive in a foreign world by attacking other cities and conquering new lands. Leo Ray received the God Tier talent [Golden Touch]. He could turn stone into gold and upgrade items. [Congratulations! Your Rank One Recruitment Tag has been upgraded to Rank Five Recruitment Tag.] [Congratulations! Your Rank Two Weapon: Crescent Moon Blade has been duplicated 101 times.] [Congratulations! Your Rank Three Weapon: Great Land Two-handed Sword has been upgraded to Rank Five Weapon: Dragon Slayer Sword.] … [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord with a Level Two Mansion.] [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to completely kill off a boss.] [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to conquer a city.] … While others were still working hard to gather resources, Leo Ray monopolized the market and made everyone work for him. While others were still toiling away at establishing their villages, Leo Ray’s grand city had already been built. While others were still risking their lives to withstand the attacks of the surrounding monsters with villagers, Leo Ray had already amassed an army and was conquering cities and lands.

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Chapter 186: Waiting at Ease for the Weary Enemy_1

Near Wind Sigh River, smoke filled the air.

On top of the cracked and dry land, numerous half-orcs were fighting fervently, as far as the eye could see.

Shouting of soldiers, crisp sounds of weapons clashing, and resounding thuds of fallen bodies filled the air along with a heavy smell of blood. It's like a lively symphony of death, looming over each soldier's head.

"Leader, look! Our... our main camp is on fire!"

On the battlefield, inside the temporary command post of the Brown Demon Half-Orc army, a green-robed Half-Orc Shaman spoke frantically to a resting Half-Orc powerhouse sitting on the ground.

This Half-Orc powerhouse was significantly stronger than other ordinary Half-Orcs, with a massive body like a small mountain and a faint aura of intense murderous intent.

From the still-wet bloodstains on his shimmering armor, it seemed that he had just returned from the front lines not long ago.

"What?!"