[201-400] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 285: Livestream On

The moment the system notification sounded…

All the players chosen felt their vision blur, and when they reopened their eyes, they were in a new environment.

The snow-capped mountains, the blue waves of the island, the forest that covered the sky, the boundless grasslands…

There were countless terrains of all kinds.

In the death arena fighting ring.

The players who did not enter the arena noticed that a new section had appeared on the forum.

In the live broadcast section.

As one clicked on it, one could see several Livestream rooms.

There was a group of players in each room. And one million people meant 10,000 live broadcast rooms.

The players eliminated from the instance dungeon also saw this scene.

They were instantly interested, and countless people swarmed in.

There were too many players. Even if there were tens of thousands of rooms, hundreds of millions of people were in each room on average.

It was an exaggeration.

[Hahaha, we can even send bullet comments? It is so interesting. Why didn’t you activate this function earlier? Is there anyone who wants to test the waters?]

[I didn’t expect such a benefit even if the system eliminated me. Little brats, kill each other and try your best to please me!]

[Quick! Quick, see if there’s a camera angle adjustment function. I just saw someone wear a short skirt…]

[Who knows which room Qingqiu is in?]

The privy players plagued the forum.

The players who watched this death arena were very excited and curious.

In each room, one looked for his acquaintances or big shots on the ranking board to watch.

It was the same for the participants.

After they entered various strange terrains, they immediately became alert and explored with great interest.

The nature faction players looked for forests to hide. Undead players took out corpses from their storage bags to recruit undead. The fortress faction assembled their machines and cleared the cannons…

There were different races, troops, and ways of dealing with them.

Richard’s eyes focused again, and he looked around vigilantly.

His pupils reflected on the scene in front of him.

In front of him was a patch of black mud and countless muddy shallow puddles. The faint mist in the air limited his vision to two to three hundred meters.

He looked around and saw that plants surrounded him. There were pink flowers that grew on the lush water gourds, and the green leaves had drops of crystal water.

The green vines with copper coin-sized leaves grew and spread around. Some dwarf plants writhed with them. Some covered the mud surface, which left behind a green space.

If it weren’t for the pungent smell in the air, perhaps the scene in front of them would be worth a few more glances.

[Ding~ You have entered the death arena fighting ring. Current terrain: Swamp.]

[Every hour, the system will conduct a check. In the arena, if the number of surviving lords is less than or equal to 10, it will automatically promote the remaining lords.]