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

400 Chapter 315: The Seed of the World Tree [1/3]

[Ding~ Your words and actions have won the recognition and worship of all residents. Popular support has increased to 93 points. Leadership skill upgrade progress to 70%. Current Level: Elite (70%).]

The sudden system notification lifted Richard’s spirits as he looked down at the city.

He smiled and looked at the residents while they shouted.

As expected, uniting hearts in the face of a foreign enemy was twice effective with half the effort.

However, popular sentiment had only increased by three points. It was much more arduous after they reached 90 pints.

The progress of his leadership skill was okay. If he did it again, he could upgrade it to the advanced level.

Richard waited for the residents to calm down, then landed on the wall again.

His eyes burned as he looked at the void monster that gradually approached.

His fortune depended on this wave.

He turned around and looked at the champions beside him.

“All of you return to your city walls.”

It wasn’t like they were going to fight a boss, so there was no need to gather so many top-tier battle forces on one wall.

“Yes, Lord.”

Just as Gray and the others were about to move, they suddenly turned their heads and looked in a direction. Their eyes instantly turned cold.

Richard noticed something was wrong at the same time.

He turned his head and saw hundreds of harpies that flew toward Twilight City from the distant sky.

The player troops.

The fewer number sparingly puzzled him while he pondered at them.

‘The void monster was about to come, so what does the other party try to do now?

‘A surprise attack on Twilight City?’

Richard turned his head and looked at the tall Hurricane Arrow Tower.

‘Was that guy blind, or did Twilight City look like a pushover?’

As question marks filled his face, the harpies that flew at the front suddenly waved a white flag from somewhere and raised it high.

‘Surrender?’

Richard’s mouth twitched.

Only players would do something like this.

However, Twilight City did not attack, so why would they surrender?

He glanced at the void monster still thousands of meters away and waved his hand. Alves, who was behind the city wall, suddenly took off.

Richard floated into the air and mounted the dragon hero.

It flew towards the harpies.

Although killing a player would give him 1,000 points, the players were too scattered. It would be a waste of time to hunt down each. It was far less rewarding than hunting void monsters.

Although he was too lazy to attack the players around him, it didn’t mean that these idiots could be disrespectful in front of him.

Alves approached quickly, and the dragon’s might that swept through the world spewed out wantonly.

The harpies in front immediately felt a massive pressure.

The initially neat formation began to turn chaotic, and everyone involuntarily slowed their flying speed.

The pressure of a higher life form on a lower life form could seep into the bloodline and soul. And it was unavoidable.

When the two were about a hundred meters away, the harpies no longer dared to move forward due to the terrifying Dragon Breath.

The morale, which was already low, dropped even crazily at this moment. The harpies could have scattered and fled due to the command from the rear.

In the “Shining Era,” normal life forms with flesh, blood, and souls, such as humans and orcs, would erupt with super battle power when morale was high. And they would be invincible.

In contrast, these lives would also flee in defeat when their morale was low.

Troops like the undead and mechanical puppets did not enjoy the boost in morale. Of course, they were also immune to the effects of it.

Each had its advantages and disadvantages.

Richard’s voice echoed through the air as he looked at the troops.

“Tell me why you’re here, strangers.”

A nervous voice came from the harpy troop as soon as Richard finished speaking.

“Qingqiu boss, don’t do anything. The imperial troop asked me to pass you a message… Bah… Big brother, I’m here to surrender!”

The harpies at the front split up, and a player in his late twenties rode a horned eagle, wore light green armor, and appeared in his sight.

The player glanced at the troop behind him. It gritted its teeth and commanded the trembling horned eagle to fly toward Richard.

The closer they got, the slower the horned eagle’s flying speed became.

They did not dare to fly any further after they reached a distance of 30 meters.

It looked like a cat watching the mouse.

[Steamed Bun Lover] looked at the supremely handsome undead dragon with a wingspan of more than 30 meters.

Shock encompassed its heart.

As expected of the strongest existence among the billions of players.

Even the mount it rode on made him feel suffocated.

It was honestly envious.

What threat would it have to worry about if it could have such a powerful hero? It was all bullshit!

Wouldn’t he wipe out all the orcs around its territory?

Richard looked at the player, who seemed particularly small in front of Alves, and frowned.

He had no interest at all.

“Surrender? Your troops can’t even withstand a single breath from the Dragon Breath beneath me.”

“What use do I have for you?”

One had to show some value if one wanted to surrender.

This strength was not as good as killing and earning 1,000 points.

[Steamed Bun Lover] took a deep breath to calm down the pressure in its heart and continued.

“Qingqiu boss, don’t worry. Since I am here, I am confident that you will agree.”

It piqued Richard’s interest.

“Tell me, what’s the source of your confidence?”

[Steamed Bun Lover] raised its clenched right hand and slowly spread it open.

A thumb-sized, slightly shriveled seed appeared in the air.

“With this…”

Richard looked at the unremarkable seed and was slightly enthralled.

“This was… Seed? Just with this thing?”