Lord Of All: Start With A Fantasy World Tree

And while Qin Mu was waiting to watch the show.

Everyone in the central area finally couldn't bear it anymore when they saw more and more people.

In this space, in addition to Qin Mu, there are four lords with Rank Eight arms, namely Li Si, Wang Wu, Zhao Lu and Sun Qi.

As for their unit, Li Si's is the Rank Eight swordsman of the Templar camp. It has excellent agility and strength attributes and is the ultimate offensive unit.

Wang Wu is a Rank Eight mage from the human camp. He has excellent mental attributes and is good at spell attacks.

Zhao Lu's is the Rank Eight Deadwood Guard of the forest camp, which is considered the upper-level unit of the Rank Six tree man. Its panel and skills are better than those of the tree man.

Sun Qi is the Rank Eight Tauren King of the orc camp, which is the upper-level unit of Zhang San's Rank Five Tauren Warrior that made Qin Mu disgusted before. Their skills are similar.

As the only four lords with Rank Eight arms present, their every move attracts special attention from other lords.

"Hey, what do you think? You can't just stay like this, right?"

Finally, Li Si couldn't help but speak first.

And his words were obviously addressed to the other three people.

After all, in his heart, only the other three people with Rank Eight arms are worthy of being his opponents.

"It would be nice to just have a fight and whoever wins will advance to the next round!"

Sun Qi's temper is as hot as his soldiers, and his mind is relatively simple.

After listening to his words, Zhao Lu instantly retorted: "Are you brainless? We have Rank Eight arms, which has its own advantages."

"Why should we give up our advantages and do such a high-risk thing!"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"In my opinion, how about the four of us joining forces first to clear out the others, and then compete for this promotion spot?"

After speaking, Zhao Lu looked tentatively at the other three people.

Li Si: “This is a good idea, I agree!”

Wang Wu: "I also hate it when others pick things up!"

Sun Qi: "Anything is fine, whatever you want!"

"Since the three of them agree," Zhao Lu looked around at the other lords and said, "Then let's do it!"

In an instant, the four people suddenly took action.

And it's a big move as soon as he takes action.

As for the surrounding lords, except for a few who reacted and fled with their troops, most of them were severely injured.

: "Forget it, I'd better give up. My troops were hard-earned, so I can't lose them here."

: "Fuck you, the Rank Eight unit is amazing. I don't believe that with so many people, the four of you can beat them!"

: "Yes! They are all lords. Whoever is afraid of whom should fight them!"

: "Yes, everyone come together! There are so many of us, how can we be afraid of them!"

Faced with the alliance between Li and Si, some lords chose to give up and withdraw.

But most of the lords chose not to make Li Si and the four of them feel better even if they felt uncomfortable.

After all, most of them are struggling in the endless continent, and everyone has a temper.

Moreover, they would not feel bad if they exchanged their own low-level arms for the Rank Eight arms of Li Si and others.

And under such circumstances, Li Si and the four of them had a hard time.

Because of the special rules of this round, these lords immediately summoned new troops to fight after the death of their troops.

In addition, other lords dared to come later.

Therefore, it is not easy at all for the four of them to join forces.

After all, Rank Eight soldiers, against Rank Seven soldiers, have not yet reached the point of crushing one against a hundred soldiers.

"Fuck you, I won't play anymore!"

After fighting for a while, Wang Wu couldn't stand it anymore.

Because his unit is the Archmage, with high damage and wide range, he is the target of other lords.

Now his archmage's health has reached the bottom. If it doesn't end, he will really be blamed here.

This was something he had worked so hard for, but he couldn't bear to die here.

So he gave up first and withdrew from the battlefield.

After Wang Wu withdrew, the pressure on Li Si and the others suddenly increased.

Fortunately, there are not many lords left, so the three of them can persist.

Some time passed.

"No!!"

Following Sun Qi's scream, the Rank Eight Tauren King became the first Rank Eight soldier to die because he was too involved and failed to leave the battle in time when his health was low.

Sun Qi also became weak and withdrew from the competition.

Fortunately, at this time, Li Si and Zhao Lu faced only a dozen lords who were still insisting.

After another period of fighting, only Rank Eight swordsmen and deadwood guards were left standing on the entire battlefield.

It’s just that the HP of both arms is still very low.

"Come on! The final showdown!"

"The final winner must be me!"

Li Si roared, confident that he would advance to the next round.

Zhao Lu didn't waste any time and directly commanded the Deadwood Guards to launch an attack.

But at this moment, the two of them suddenly felt something appeared in the sky.

Looking up, he saw a black figure, riding on a white stream of light, speeding towards the two of them.

The visitor was Qin Mu, the fisherman who had been waiting for a long time.

When I saw that Li Si and the two had eliminated all the lords, and were exhausted and at the end of their rope.

He launched an attack decisively.

"Wind Blade Technique!"

The silver Pegasus came to the top of the battlefield and instantly summoned dozens of wind blades, attacking the swordsmen and deadwood guards whose health was already in danger.

In an instant, the blood volume of the two soldiers was cleared.

"No!"

"Ah!! I'm so angry! Why is there the sixth child!"

Li Si and Zhao Lu were so angry that they vomited blood.

After all, I worked hard during the day but made wedding clothes for others.

This situation is difficult for everyone to accept, let alone the two of them losing their Rank Eight troops.

However, Qin Mu didn't care about the anger of the two people.

Because in the Endless Continent, the weak eat the strong.

History is written by the winners, and the words of the losers will be regarded as excuses for explanation.

But now, Li Si and Zhao Lu have lost the ability to compete with him, and he is the final winner.

"Ding! Congratulations on your final victory and successfully advancing to the next round!"

After hearing the victory prompt, Qin Mu left the space directly.

…

When Qin Mu returned to the dormitory, he found that Qin Qianqian had been back for a while.

At this time, he was lying leisurely on the sofa, watching the live broadcasts of other players' games.

"Looking at you, it seems like the second round was easy?"

Seeing Qin Qianqian's relaxed and happy look, Qin Mu couldn't help but say.

"Of course, I am the goddess of luck!"

"In the second round of this competition, in the battle royale where I am, I am the only one with Rank Eight troops."

"Moreover, I hid with the temple guards first, and then came out when the others were almost fighting each other, and easily won the final victory!"

As he spoke, a proud smile appeared on his face, with stars twinkling in his eyes.

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