[1-200] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 121: A Bloody Profit, The First Orc Corpse Hero Recruited

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

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One person stopped a thousand troops.

The Yellow Sand Lord.

He was the true lord of yellow sand.

Richard looked at the circular sand ring in front of him. At this moment, he truly realized how powerful his strength was.

The Beyond A-rank skill could destroy seven to eight squadrons of desert orc troops.

As for the same skill… he had a total of six!

“As long as I increase my level, I’ll have enough magic energy…”

He alone was a natural disaster!

The dust that had thrown up most of the light blocked the surrounding sun.

He used his trembling hand to touch the bean-sized sweat on his forehead.

Richard let out a long breath.

He was a little careless…

Although the Beyond A-rank skill could be called a natural disaster, its consumption was also exceedingly exaggerated…

Not only did it deplete his 1,500 magic energy points when such an enormous commotion set off. But it also severely exhausted the bloodline power in his body.

At this moment, a negative status appeared on his status panel — magic energy exhaustion. Within two hours, all attributes were reduced by 50%.

Fortunately, the sand had covered their visions, so no one knew his current status.

After taking a few deep breaths, he barely recovered.

Now surrounded by the yellow sand, his magic energy recovery speed increased to 30 points per second. It was enough to maintain the minimum consumption of 10 magic energy points so he would not fall.

He flew up in the sandstorm.

Richard saw the miserable desert orcs in the distance after he passed through the ring-shaped dune.

The desert orc leader had retreated 300 to 400 meters away.

No one could imagine how Richard felt when he saw the disaster-like sand wave engulf the elite cavalry he had forged.

Richard could create a sand wave dozens of meters high with a wave of his hand… Was he f *cking human???

Fight? With what??

They wouldn’t be able to withstand a wave of damage even if they had ten times more troops…

When the desert orc leader saw Richard float up, its last bit of courage immediately shattered.

The desert orc leader brought the remaining dozens of wolf cavalry with a wave of its hand and ran away with their tails between their legs.

“F*ck, I don’t want to fight with mages anymore!! I don’t want to anymore!”

Richard watched the desert orc leader leave with the last cavalry units.

His eyes narrowed.

“Tried to run after they pretended?”

He waved his hand, and a weak voice sounded.

“Gunter, Gray, life or death…”

After a few breaths.

Gray and Gunter led the four teams of dark gargoyles like arrows after the bowstring snapped. They flapped their wings and chased after the desert orcs.