Global Lord: Start As A Desert Lord

"Quack quack, those rude, lowly, and disgusting barbarians will become history from today!!"

Behind the gray dwarves camp, there is a platform made of machinery, with a large number of weapons placed on it, similar to a demon chariot.

The gray dwarf chieftain wearing a crown let out a creepy laugh.

Several gray dwarves around him immediately praised him loudly.

"Great king, the underground world should be ruled by you!"

"Those newly researched alchemy bombs are ten times more powerful than before! Enough to wipe out this city!"

"The lowly dungeon barbarian is only worthy of kneeling on the ground and licking the toes of the great gray dwarf!"

The gray dwarf chief laughed with great satisfaction.

"All of this will become dust! Only the gray dwarves will last forever!"

Roar~

At this moment, there was a roar in the distance.

Three squadrons rushed out of Bloodhoof City, biped dragon cavalry in heavy armor.

Seeing this scene, a bit of hatred flashed in the eyes of the gray dwarf chief.

In the huge underground world, among the countless races, only the gray dwarves cannot raise wyverns! !

Their short bodies cannot tame those half-breed dragons with explosive tempers.

As for the two-legged flying dragon cavalry in Bloodhoof City, they have put tremendous pressure on them during this time.

A large part of the reason for failing to break through Bloodhoof City was because of this.

"But this time, the great gray dwarves will do what you wish?!"

The gray dwarf chief waved violently, and a guard next to him blew his horn.

In an instant, the Wyvern, which was heading straight for the Alchemy Artillery Corps, suddenly saw thousands of mechanical puppets suddenly rising around them, rushing towards them.

These mechanical puppets have weird spiral wings, and their body size is only two or three meters high.

The Wyvern in heavy armor wouldn't be afraid of this, and immediately roared and slashed forward.

After a few breaths, the two sides collided directly.

The hunt that the Wyvern Dragoons thought to be a sure thing suddenly changed.

I saw that the flying mechanical puppets didn't dodge their attacks, and directly hit them.

The moment it hit them, Bang~ exploded like an alchemy bomb.

The flames rose up, and the mechanical fragments shrouded them like sharp butcher knives.

One or two might be okay, but there are thousands of mechanical puppets that can explode and attack at the same time.

The confident dragoon had a taste of pain and death.

rumbling~

Bright death fireworks bloomed in the sky.

This scene made the scene inexplicably a bit special.

But when Searle saw this scene in the distance, it was like a basin of cold water was poured from the head.

The whole heart sank continuously.

The inner anger climbed to the extreme.

The Legion of Wyverns that he valued was among the siege of those self-destructing flying machines.

Less than 20 escaped...

This army that spent countless energy and resources forging was destroyed just like that.

The veins on the back of the hand holding the long sword were showing.

bang~

A huge alchemy bomb exploded not far from him, and the roar drove him out of the pain.

Turning his head sharply, he saw that mechanical puppets had poured into the gap in the city wall at this time, and immediately burned with anger.

"The rear army blocks the gap in the city wall, and the enemy must not be allowed to enter!!"

"The arrow tower suppresses the attack!!"

"The Legion of Spellcasters immediately cast spells to support!"

When an order is issued, the army immediately executes it.

The soldiers did not give up resistance because of the collapse of the city wall, and their morale was still high.

The rear troops poured into the gap in the city wall like a tide, forcibly blocking those mechanical puppets and hideous twisted monsters.

Arrow tower crazy shooting suppression!

The catapults in the open space threw boulders intensively, bombarding the army of mechanical puppets outside the city.

But the number of enemies is too much.

And came with full preparation.

In contrast, Bloodhoof City rushed to the battle and lost the opportunity, and then lost the geographical advantage of the city wall.

In the end, it was impossible to deal with the enemy's most powerful alchemy artillery corps.

The situation began to collapse uncontrollably.

After the gray dwarf's alchemy cannon was no longer a threat, it seemed like the whisper of death at this moment.

Every bombardment will cause huge damage to Bloodhoof City.

Bloodhoof City's long-range attack power has been unable to do anything to the opponent, and the firepower gap between the two sides is astonishing.

Bloodhoof City is in a state of being completely crushed at the moment.

There is no way to fight back.

After half an hour of the battle, half of the troops guarding the city wall of Bloodhoof City were directly killed.

Two-thirds of them were killed by alchemy cannons.

Under the dense coverage, even if the soldiers found the location of the alchemy bomb, it was still difficult to avoid it.

The ambitious Bloodhoof City fell into an unprecedented predicament.

Perhaps the only good news now is that the gap in the city wall has not been captured by the enemy yet.

But if the situation continues to deteriorate like this, the entire city will surely fall.

after an hour.

A senior commander of Bloodhoof City rushed to the city wall with scars all over his body.

The voice was crying.

"Master Searle!! Our army is almost exhausted!!"

"The city wall can't be defended anymore, retreat...Use the street as a battlefield, let those damn gray dwarves enter the city, and use the geographical advantage of the street to annihilate them!!"

These words were like a sharp knife piercing Serre's heart.

Let the gray dwarves enter the city?

Can the huge Bloodhoof City still exist after the war?

He deliberately refused directly, but looking at the gap in the city wall, the army that had already retreated step by step under the enemy's front, and the army that was on the verge of collapse, felt a sense of powerlessness.

I can't keep it.

The opponent's artillery fire almost shattered Bloodhoof City.

And he has lost hope of countering the opponent.

At this moment, an unspeakable despair surged into my heart.

Is hope lost?

As if thinking of something, he turned his head and glanced at a certain position behind him.

The senior commander who came to report couldn't help sighing when he saw this.

"Master Searle is waiting for the surface lord? I think he may have left."

"No one is going to help us in this situation."

"My lord, we cannot pin our hopes on the impossible."

"And even if he comes, so what? He is only one person, how can he change the direction of this war..."

"His mechanical puppet is powerful, but it has been severely broken. We have not seen the specific combat effectiveness. No one knows whether it can support a war."

"My lord, let's make a decision, we can't procrastinate any longer!"

Searle let out a sigh of relief. "I believe His Excellency Richard will never leave."

He waved his hand and spoke firmly.

"Defend the city wall, once this line of defense is broken, we will lose all hope!"

As he spoke, he took a deep look at each other.

"Koro, now I appoint your battlefield commander to be in charge of commanding this war!"

Hearing this, the other party froze for a moment.

"Master Searle, you..."

"Go and meet the enemy with my army!"

As he spoke, he clenched the long sword in his hand violently, and his burly figure shot out like lightning.

Even if it is death, the dungeon barbarians will die on the battlefield.

Never take half a step back!

A gap in the city wall of more than 50 meters.

A figure descended from the sky with a powerful aura, and the long sword in his hand attacked the surrounding mechanical puppets like a storm.

Kacha Kacha~

Those sturdy mechanical puppets were chopped into pieces like tofu.

"It's Lord Serge!"

Seeing that figure, the troops in the rear were immediately boosted in morale.

Their city lord did not abandon them! !

kill!

The army that had almost collapsed just now rushed up.

Level 15 heroes are really strong enough.

Almost with his own strength, he forcibly blocked the gap in the city wall.

But this heroic act had little effect on the course of the war.

The duergars, under heavy fire, nearly cleaned the front wall from front to back.

The vitality of Bloodhoof City suffered an unprecedented blow.

An hour and a half after the war started.

Searle's strength to wield his weapon was getting weaker and weaker.

He couldn't even break through the defense of the mechanical puppets, and he couldn't cut off the head of the giant monster.

He felt that his strength was seriously overdrawn.

Every breath felt like someone stepped on his heart, and the burning pain stimulated his nerves.

He has reached his limit.

Perhaps, he will sleep here forever with his own city.

die.

He saw death staring at him.

Is there really no hope?

Kacha~

After Searle exhausted his last strength to chop off the head of a mechanical puppet, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

In front of the city wall, a huge mechanical platform appeared in sight surrounded by countless mechanical puppets.

And above that mechanical platform. A gray dwarf wearing a crown was looking down at him with an extremely haughty attitude.

"The gray dwarf..."

Searle supported his body with the long sword to prevent himself from falling.

Turn around.

There are only a pitifully small number of troops around, and all of them are scarred and unable to fight anymore.

An unspeakable despair engulfed my heart.

He remembered his ambition to be the master of the city.

Think of my father's exhortations before his death.

Thinking of the expectations countless people place on him...

But now, everything is empty.

Bloodhoof City will be crushed by these gray dwarves.

They will be history.

No one can save them...

Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced behind him with some fantasy.

It was empty.

The broken mechanical puppet still did not appear.

There was a bit of a wry smile on his face, and then he became resolute in an instant.

He clasped the long sword in both hands and placed it vertically in front of his chest.

He stared fixedly at the chief gray dwarf on the mechanical platform.

"Bloodhoof City, charge with me!!"

The gray dwarf chief proudly glanced around the city wall that had almost completely collapsed.

He looked sarcastically at Serge, who still wanted to fight the trapped beast.

The sound resounded throughout the Bloodhoof City.

"In the name of the king of the gray dwarves, I declare that the humble Bloodhoof City will cease to exist from today on."

"This despicable city will become history!"

"The great gray dwarf is the master of the unified underground, and I will be crowned king!"

The voice fell, and behind the mechanical platform, more than a squadron of 10-meter-high giant mechanical puppets approached step by step.

Prepare to completely destroy the resistance of Bloodhoof City.

Look at that huge body.

Searle let out a hysterical roar, took heavy steps, and launched the last charge of his life.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"Dwarf?"

"The master of the underground world?"

"What are you guys?"

"Eligible to declare yourself king?"

The tone was calm, but with countless contempt.

Under the eyes of everyone, a heroic figure surrounded by gravel appeared above the battlefield out of thin air.

Looking down at everyone.