[201-400] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 286: The Players' Shock in The First Battle

Richard was on high alert.

The thick fog had blocked out a lot of information, so it was better to be careful.

He had a clear goal–the central area.

Compared to the other players, he was more interested in the boss that could provide special rewards.

The other players would probably think the same and move closer to the center.

After the troops flew slowly for about ten minutes, Gunter’s voice suddenly came from the riddle crystal.

“Lord, there is a beast troop ahead…”

Richard perked up on Alves’s back.

“Stand by!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately led the troops to increase their flying speed.

Not long after, he saw Gunter rode a dark gargoyle.

“Lord, we found a beast troop that repaired themselves on the hard ground ahead. They don’t show any signs of leaving.”

It piqued Richard’s interest.

“How many are there?”

“Three squadrons, just like what you said before. They are probably lords from the central plane.”

“How’s the opponent’s strength?”

“Wolf cavalry as the main force, no air force.”

Richard knew what to do.

“All soldiers, prepare to attack!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he commanded Alves to take the lead, followed by 30 skeletal blood dragons.

The 135 undead soldiers that rode on the dark gargoyles clenched their tomahawks and followed.

He had just passed through the fog.

A shrill wolf howl came from the front.

The orcs had discovered the Twilight City troops…

Richard looked down from a hundred feet above. In the swamp, mud covered the dry, hard ground.

Three squadrons of cavalry soldiers looked up at the sky.

The mount wolf below bared its fangs and drooled as it let out a low growl.

The orc cavalry held their crossbows in one hand and reins in the other. They controlled their mount wolves to move left and right.

In the central area, an overly mighty orc player looked at the undead dragon in the sky with a depressed expression.

He had chosen cavalry because they had the absolute advantage in a head-on battle.

Moreover, the troops in his hands were one of the most powerful. He was not afraid to fight any ground troops.

However, the most depressing thing happened… He was born in the swamp.

[Who the f*ck could he find to reason with?]

He had no choice but to wear it on this hard ground that could launch a charge and wait for the other players to come and die.

He did not expect that the enemy would come, but now, it seemed that he was the one who was going to die.

At that moment, the undead wyverns swooped down.

The orc players felt their scalps go numb.

He suddenly roared in anger.