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

The meatball-like chubby player looked to the side as he spoke. A collapsed minaret-like building stood there. The upper floors had collapsed on the street, and only a three to four meters tall base remained.

Because of this, the building became a natural prison.

A myriad of barbarian soldiers at this moment patrolled the area.

More than ten dejected players were at the center.

These were their spoils of war.

“Just wait and see what the other party chooses.”

Panen also glanced at the imprisoned players.

Nothing was worthy of a look of him, no matter who came.

That was remarkable when he obtained the legacy and reached level 17.

It was hard for ordinary players to imagine how big the difference in battle power between level 15 and below was.

He was confident he could slaughter all the lord players on the forum, even if they led a troop of one or two thousand.

That was power, absolute power!

“We’ll take this god’s reward. Whoever comes can only scram.”

Panen’s tone was sparingly casual.

The surrounding players nodded as a matter of course.

This world was ultimately a competition for resources. Why would they let others interfere if the Heavy Shield Guild had the strength?

“Guild Master, because of your breakthrough, it was unlikely for players not to know or heard of the Heavy Shield Guild… What was the use of these guys coming again?”

The meatball-like chubby player laughed.

He should not hide anything as a member of the guild. They had to show enough strength to attract new members.