Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 442 343: The Horn Sounds

'Woohoo!'

It cut the deep and drawn-out sound of the bugle horn through the sky.

Under the dim light.

Several malevolent chanical puppets sward forward like a tide.

One after another, twisted and swollen monsters stitched together with corpses followed the chanical puppets.

They only had one target–Boodhoof City.

At the rear of the troop.

The gray-colored dwarf chieftain wore a pure gold crown and luxurious clothes on a massive chanical platform and looked excitedly at the troop that surged around it.

"Those damn bastards! Who can stop our troop without the help of the humans on the surface!"

"The great gray-colored dwarf chieftain should have ruled this world long ago!!"

The surrounding gray-colored dwarves imdiately praised in unison.

"That damn surface lord also went to see the god of death under your clever sche! Great Master, you are our guide. And you will lead the gray-colored dwarves to glory!"

"No one can compare to you. Your wisdom is brighter than the sun on the surface…"

Shaless flattery shrouded the chieftain.

It made the gray-colored dwarf chieftain even more excited.

"We can find a path to the surface after we subdued Bloodhoof City. Then, not only will the underground world beco our territory, but it will also beco our territory!

"It was a great act to counterattack the surface and spread the glory of the gray-colored dwarves when the sun was bright.

"I couldn't wait to complete it!

"As for Bloodhoof City... Hehe. We could have captured them already without the surface last ti!"

"I have slaughtered the enemy's savior.

"In the vast underground world, no one could stop the gray-colored dwarves!!"

The ugly face at the thought of this revealed a look of enjoynt.

"I couldn't wait to accept the worship of all the lives in the underground world.

"I would beco the supre ruler!"

The gray-colored dwarf chieftain suddenly pulled out the short broken sword at his waist and pointed it forward.

He shouted profusely.

"All troops, attack!"

Its voice passed through the alchemy magic equipnt on the chanical platform and instantly resounded in every corner of the battlefield.

The next second.

The vast troop rumbled and imdiately charged toward the city wall.

They looked down from the sky.

chanical puppets and swollen stitched monsters intertwined while they ford an offensive line that sent chills down one's spine.

They had covered the ground.

There were so many of them that they probably exceeded five legions.

Less than ten thousand soldiers in the city looked at Bloodhoof City after a long siege. They could not even form a Legion.

anwhile, far away from Bloodhoof City.

On a small hill without any shelter.

Lives of various forces Bloodhoof City filled the city.

Halflings, nagas, dwarves, harpies... And so on. And so forth.

It gathered all kinds of strange life forms here.

They were not here to participate in this massive battle but to pay attention to the battle outco.

It was a battle that would determine the overlord of the underground world.

Whoever wins would beco the only king of this land.

The outco would affect their fate.

However, a few people were optimistic about Bloodhoof City's chances.

The gray-colored dwarves had planned this for a long ti and were too powerful.

Although a few people liked to deal with those greedy and arrogant gray-colored dwarves, who could change the situation?

So already thought about how to get along with the gray-colored dwarves...

A white-haired dwarf squeezed into an unremarkable corner with a young dwarf on the top hill.

Worry delved into its face.

The little dwarf seed to have noticed sothing and asked confusingly.

"Grandpa, don't you want the gray-colored dwarf to win?"

The old dwarf's face grew older.

"The tribe doesn't have much food left..."

It sighed as it spoke.

"I had planned to forge a batch of weapons to exchange for food. I didn't expect the gray-colored dwarves to surround Bloodhoof city after I did.

The little dwarf seed to have thought of sothing, and its face turned pale.

"Grandpa, those gray-colored dwarves won't exchange for food, right?"

The old dwarf shook its head with a bitter smile.

"Gray-colored dwarves..."

It didn't answer the question. But it was more soul-crushing than an answer.

It paused for a mont and then said in a low voice.

"I had planned to take my people to seek refuge with the surface troops, but I didn't expect them to slaughter the surface lord in such a way...

It clenched its fists tightly as it spoke. Unwillingness resided in its heart.

Their tribe only had a hundred people.

It was too difficult for such a weak force to survive in this land.

The enemies could quickly destroy them if there were no other circumstances.

Initially, it sensed so hope when they spread the news of Bloodhoof City to exchange for food.

But who could think of the unexpected ending?

"Grandpa... What should we do now?"

The old dwarf fell into a long silence as he looked at the little dwarf's blank eyes.

It couldn't answer this question. Or it didn't dare to answer...

The forces had complicated feelings; they angered Bloodhoof City, and the gray-colored dwarves were excited. The final battle erupted.

The hearts of the forces outside the arena turned cold as soon as the battle began.

The oval-shaped chanical puppets rushed toward the city wall under the distorted and swollen monsters.

The prison barbarian, who had experienced the last war, was shocked when he saw this scene. He ordered his n to attack the strange chanical puppets.

However, chanical puppets were durable, to begin with, not to ntion several monsters to protect them.

They destroyed only a dozen or so. And the rest reached the city walls.

The next second.

'Boom! Boom!'

They heard an earth-shattering explosion.

A terrifying fla soared into the sky.

The chanical puppets imdiately exploded. They sent like foam boards that flew to the sturdy city walls. They surged massive rocks tens of ters high before they heavily crushed them.

The earth made a dull thud, and they could feel vibrations from thousands of ters away.

As the hundreds of chanical puppets exploded.

One gap after another appeared on the city wall.

The situation already favored the gray-colored dwarves even before the fight started.

The uttermost advantage of defending a city was the natural barrier created by the city walls.

The enemies had broken the natural barrier, and their strength was at an absolute disadvantage.

The situation had beco irredeemable.

The prison life on the hill fell into a deathly silence on the situation.

Although they knew they had decided the outco of this battle.

No one had expected Bloodhoof City's defense line would collapse as soon as the battle started.

The old dwarf still had a trace of hope in its heart, but the cruel scene destroyed it.

"Bloodhoof City is gone."

The survival of the tribe in his heart had also collapsed with the collapse of the city wall.

It was like sothing sucked out its spirit from itself and instantly aged more than ten years.

The gray-colored dwarf chieftain waved its hands and scread when it saw this scene.

"Hehehe! Lowly, brainless barbarians kneel and surrender. Your master, the great gray-colored dwarf, will be the master of this land!

"Those lowly bastards and disgusting surface humans couldn't save you even if magic resurrects them..."