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

When the manor gate opened, dozens of pairs of eyes looked over in unison.

"Patriarch…"

"Sir Rand…"

All the gray-colored dwarves, old and young, looked at the old dwarf expectantly.

The old dwarf always felt a little ashamed of these gazes in the past. It knew what the gray-colored dwarves waited for.

However, the old dwarf could not reply.

It was different this time.

The old dwarf took a deep breath and said in a clear voice.

"Lord Richard had returned to Twilight City three days ago. He said that he would come to Fortress City in a few days. His name summons us! "

These words immediately made all the gray-colored dwarves excited.

"It was finally here after a long wait!

"Praise the dwarf god. I knew that we could obtain the recognition of the surface lord…"

"Hahahaha, those clansmen who didn't come, let them regret it!"

Heated discussion continued.

The creatures of the underground world always had enormous respect for the strong.

Everyone respected the outrageous existence who had single-handedly turned the situation around and finally wiped out the underground gray-colored dwarf overlord.

Only a few people would have a psychological burden to rely on such an expert.

The rules of survival in the underground world were far simple than on the surface... Cruel.

The old dwarf waited until the heated discussion died down before it spoke again.

"Everyone else, go back and rest. Rest well for the next few days. Lord Richard may arrive at any time... "

The old dwarf looked at two of the middle-aged dwarves after it said that.

"Come with me."

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The old dwarf looked at the two middle-aged dwarves and said slowly when they entered the side hall.

"That thing… Are you ready?"

The two had complicated expressions.

"Patriarch, once we hand that thing over, we will have no way out."

"That's the only treasure left behind by our ancestors. It's the key to unlocking our bloodline power... "

The old dwarf fell silent and did not speak for a long time.

The air suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The old dwarf raised its head after a long time.

The hoarse voice said.

"Do we have a choice?

"We have lost our power for too long since the great dwarf god fell into an eternal slumber.

"Who can activate the key?"

Incomprehensible complexity shrouded its gaze as it spoke.

"The resources needed to activate the key... We couldn't accumulate enough in ten thousand years with our current strength.

"Meanwhile, Blood Hoof City has begun to encircle and suppress the other forces in the underground world.

"It's clear this will exterminate our clan if we don't seize this opportunity.

"Either show your worth and survive, or be treated like trash… We have no choice."

Helplessness and pain engulfed the two middle-aged dwarves' eyes.

The weak... It had always been like this.

"Then, why don't we join the Bloodhoof City?"

The old dwarf sneered.

"Blood Hoof City? It's just a dog that Lord Richard keeps…"

Even though Blood Hoof City was in charge of the underground world and had an enormous reputation, it was still the same.

However, clever people knew who was the true master of the underground world.

The old dwarf sighed.

"Right now, only Lord Richard can help us. We need to regain our strength.

"I can tell that Lord Richard is not a bloodthirsty person if I have to judge from his attitude toward the underground.

"We will get what we deserve."

The old dwarf slowly extended its hand to the two middle-aged dwarves as it spoke.

"Take it out..."

The two looked at the old dwarf with a determined gaze and sighed softly. They did not say anything else.

The gray-colored dwarves had lost the power to decide their fate since their god fell asleep.

The two each took a short knife and slashed it across their palms.

Blood instantly flowed out, and the stench was pungent.

A shocking scene appeared in the next second.

The blood that flowed out seemed to have lost its gravity and floated in the sky. The blood of the two gradually fused.

It condensed in the sky a third of a fist-sized dwarf statue after a dozen of breaths.

The old dwarf looked at the statue that emitted a familiar aura, and tears streamed down its face.

"Before our god fell asleep, he once prophesied that the Crimson Moon would rise and that it would return… But now, we could not wait for that day anymore."