Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 1294: Chapter 878: Capturing the Fortress

(The earlier text changed: the rewards for the first and second rounds were changed from Blueprints to points, the rest remains unchanged.)

The confrontation between transmigrators quickly attracted a large audience.

The ranking in the live streaming room was rapidly climbing.

Although it had not reached the top ranks, it had appeared within the scope of the homepage.

“This is fantastic, Trolls and Bone Dragons, two special factions battling it out.”

“So many Bone Dragons, is this Ms. Cleolando’s channel? The Undead are really powerful indeed.”

“Damn, that’s so cool. If I had that many Bone Dragons, I could definitely make it onto the leaderboard.”

“Who knows whose live streaming channel this is?”

“Undead Desert, how can I join? Honestly, I’m somewhat tempted.”

“Not long ago, I heard that ‘Cleolando’ was wanted by the Undead, and her ranking has been falling.”

“Trolls are very powerful too, natural warriors, who knows who will lose or win!”

Inside the live broadcast, the number of viewers was increasing.

The chat box became even more lively.

Dragons, Bone Dragons, whether in the hearts of the natives or transmigrators, are top-notch troop types.

Most people just hear about them, and even more, they never have the chance to see them.

Now, the transmigrators suddenly saw so many Bone Dragons and exhibited an indescribably high excitement.

As if they too had a chance to acquire such troops.

But the opposing Troll faction was also very strong, with rare and powerful troops.

However, in this battle, they were clearly overshadowed by the Bone Dragons and the four-armed White Bone leaders.

They became merely a backdrop with no sense of presence.

The discussions revolved around their formidable strength and the identity of the Bone Dragon Lord.

The battle continued, Bone Dragons circling in the sky, black pillars of deathlight leaving scorched marks on the ground.

Charging Trolls fell in droves under the Dragon Breath, staggering, flesh stripping away to leave skeletal remains.

The Trolls started rapidly thinning in numbers, with basically no ability to fight back.

They could only roar in Rage, falling down like wheat before the scythe.

The Troll Ravagers, after throwing all the axes from their waists, raised their round shields above their heads and launched an attack.