Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 372 301: Shocked Players, The True Strength Of Qing

There were ten people as a team, a hundred as a group, and a thousand as a troop.

When the 9,000 soldiers who wore armor and held weapons attacked...

Richard looked at the front, and the pressure on his heart was starkly unimaginable from these numbers.

It was a dark mass. It looked like a surging wave.

It made people's minds tremble.

This ti, they only had one enemy–Qingqiu.

"They're finally here."

Richard looked into the distance. He rode Alves' back.

His eyes revealed so excitent when he saw the player troop.

"Prepare to face the enemy!"

A cold voice resounded through the sky. And the atmosphere imdiately turned somber.

From the players' perspective, the Twilight City troop did not move much, and they just waited for them to approach.

The player in charge of commanding the troop, the top player with the ID Black Dragon Knight, ranked tenth on the ranking board. He seated on the horned eagle. He looked at his opponent, who did not move much, and a vapid look flashed in his eyes.

"Qingqiu, you have such confidence!"

Qingqiu's repressiveness towards their arrival imdiately made him hold his breath.

The 30 players discussed for a long ti and formulated so many plans, but Qingqiu seed dismissive of them.

That feeling was not good.

"He will pay for his arrogance!"

At this mont, the 30 players all rode on the flying units and gathered together.

The players who did not have any aerial units arrived with horned eagles.

They were sowhat unhappy when they heard the Black Dragon Knight's words.

"Let's see what he can do when we wipe out his entire troop!"

"Brothers, we must win this ti! Otherwise, it'll be too embarrassing."

"F*ck Qingqiu to death!"

Trash talks against Qingqiu fraught the forum…

The crowd was furious.

They could see the formation of the players' celestial ascension when they looked down from the sky.

On the left was the darkness faction. The undead, demons, and abominations were all attacking again.

The neutral faction in the middle, chanical puppets, gargoyles, elentals, and the orcs. On the right were the good, the cult troop, the elven troop, and the human troop.

Although the composition of the troop was complex due to the different players, this combination allowed them to be mighty and did not have a drop in morale due to the varying camps.

Five hundred ters, four hundred ters, three hundred ters...

The troops slowly approached.

At this mont, the 30 players in the central area of the troop had subtle expressions on their faces.

Even though Qingqiu's troops were a few, the undead soldiers that Richard rode on had a wingspan of more than 30 ters. And it gave off an exaggerated sense of oppression.

They would probably collapse with a single charge if any led the troop here.

However, it was different now. The vast number of people gave them enough confidence.

"Sound the horn."

The Black Dragon Knight ordered sternly.

An elf that rode on a horned eagle took out an exquisite horn the size of a palm from his waist and blew it slowly.

'Wu! Wu! Wu!'

The small horn released a loud and exciting sound.

It gave off a strong sense of contrast.

The mont they heard the horn, the morale of the surrounding troops quickly rose. At the sa ti, they felt that the strength in their bodies suddenly increased by a lot.

It was a 4-stars treasure, the Horn of Courage.

The bugle horn sounded, and the heroes who led the troops of their respective camps cast their skills to enhance their strength.

The strength of the rear troops rose again.

He acted in an orderly manner while maintaining good order.

The audience in the live broadcasting room had a new level of respect for the Black Dragon Knight in command.

The troops mixed. To do this, they were indeed n.

At this point, they extinguished the audience that still had hope for Qingqiu.

Against a group of scattered players, Qingqiu still had a chance of survival.

But he had no chance of winning against an entire troop, no matter how heaven-defying Qingqiu was.

Nine thousand against 300, the advantage was so great that a few heroes could not make up for it.

Even if the few heroes of Qingqiu could take on an entire troop, it would be futile!

Under the attention of thousands of people.

The players' allied troop of challengers finally got within 200 ters of Twilight City's troops.

'Wu! Wu!'

A hurried horn sounded.

The troop that advanced quickly stopped in their tracks.

The next second.

'Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!'

The dark mass of arrows covered the sky.

A sharp whistling sound pierced the eardrums.

At this mont, in the Livestream's audience's eyes.

Qingqiu sat on the back of the overbearing and handso undead dragon. He slowly snapped his fingers.

The next mont.

The wind and clouds on the ground changed.

The crisp grass suddenly turned into endless yellow sand.

It was as if he had beco the god of creation and could change the rules with a word.

In the next second, the sand on the ground suddenly floated. As it surged madly, it condensed into an enormously thick sand armor on the bodies of the troops behind.

The arrow finally arrived.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

The sound of tal clashing rang out.

The attacks landed on the sand armor. It caused cracks to appear on it, but they instantly returned to their initial state.

The rain of attacks did not kill any of the Twilight City troops.

This scene quickly shocked the Livestream's viewers.

"F*ck! I thought Qingqiu only had a few heroes! Why is he so strong?!"

"When they turned a few hundred ters of grass into the sand with a snap of his fingers, so cool, my god!!"

"Those sand shields are so powerful? Could it withstand the arrows? Didn't the rotten worms break with a single touch when we fought the boss?"

"Is this the power a player at this point can possess?"