38 Chapter 37: New Soldier Type - Cursed Pharaoh

[Cursed Pyramid]

[Level: Elite 3-stars]

[Recruit Type: Curse Pharaoh (Elite 3 stars)]

[Recruit Quantity: 10]

[Weekly Output: 5]

[Recruitment Requirements: 40 gold coins, 40 units of wood, 40 units of stone]

[Description: An unusual lair of desert troops.]

After Richard finished looking at it, he felt it was a pity. The cursed pharaoh only produced five per week, and there was only one small team in stock.

Without hesitation, Richard recruited all of the cursed pharaohs.

After consuming 1,200 units of resources, the mysterious and twisted colorful religious patterns on the surface of the cursed Pyramid began to shine like yellow sand.

It was as if the patterns had come to life. It caused people to raise their eyebrows.

A moment later, the colorful patterns began to reflect in front of the pyramid, and countless energies gathered here.

As the patterns continued to flash, the cursed pharaoh appeared.

This recruit wore a colorful crown on his head, and two colorful ribbons floated behind his ears.

He held a dry and short wooden staff in his hand, and there were only white bones and no flesh on his face.

The fire of the soul burned in his head, and his hollow eyes shone with a dark blue light.

His appearance was terror-stricken, but there was an impalpable mystery within.

[Cursed Pharaoh]

[Level: 1]

[Potential: Elite 3-stars]

[Mana Points : 100 (+ 50)]

[Skills: Cursed Body (E-rank) -- Immune to poison and plague. When in contact with its body, the affected will be cursed. Every minute, the affected attributes will be reduced by 5%, up to a maximum of 40%.]

[Cursed Pharaoh (E-rank) -- After casting a curse on the enemy, the enemy will fall into a weakened state. All attributes will be reduced by 20%. Cooldown time: 5 minutes. Consumes 20 mana points.]

[Cursed Words (E-rank) -- Forcefully causes the enemy's mind to fall into a state of confusion, movement to be halted, duration depending on the enemy's strength. Cooldown time: 3 minutes. Consumes 20 mana points.]

[Race Talent: When fighting in the desert, mana recovery speed increases by 50%.]

[Fetters-Mummies: When the number of mummies is greater than 10, the cursed pharaoh's maximum mana points increase by 15%.]

[When the number of mummies is greater than 30, maximum mana points increase by 30%.]

[When the number of mummies is greater than 50, maximum mana points increase by 50%, mana recovery speed increases by 30%, and curse effect increases by 30% (activated).]

[Description: Cursed pharaoh, this is a nightmare…]

Richard looked at the cursed pharaoh's attributes a few times and nodded in satisfaction.

Compared to the bandaged mummy, the cursed pharaoh's attributes were different.

The other party could cast curses, while the bandaged mummy could only passively wait for the enemy's attack to trigger.

Moreover, the cursed pharaoh also had a controlling skill that Richard highly valued—Cursed Words.

It could cause the enemy to fall into a state of confusion and stagnate their movements.

A cursed pharaoh could control opponents while a bandaged mummy and a poisonous scorpion warrior could damage enemies. It was a perfect match.

"Lord Richard, we are grateful for your summoning. We will use our souls to protect your glory."

Ten cursed pharaohs with colorful crowns on their heads knelt on one knee toward Richard. Their voices were filled with emptiness and solemnity.

The faint blue soul fire was particularly eye-catching under the night sky.

Richard nodded.

"Stand up. From now on, you will follow me and fight with me."

After saying that, he looked at the other two troop lairs that recruited bandaged mummies—the Great Pyramid.

The Great Pyramid produced seven bandaged mummies per week. Currently, it could recruit 14 mummies. Two troop lairs meant 28 mummies.

Richard chose to recruit directly.

The usual scene appeared again.

'Kacha!'

The arm of the bandaged mummy suddenly stretched out from the Great Pyramid and then climbed out in a very cool way.

A moment later, 28 bandaged mummies appeared.

With a wave of Richard's hand, he bestowed the Sand Transformation skill to them.

After the system notified all troop lair branches that they had mastered the Sand Transformation skill, Richard nodded in satisfaction.

Richard began to make some calculations.

Including the 12 guards sent out to protect the searchers and the two guards sent to the desert gnomes, he had a total of 42 bandaged mummies.

In addition, Richard had 10 cursed pharaohs and 14 scorpion warriors.

As a result, he had 68 elite-level troops, close to seven squads.

Richard's mood immediately became excited.

It was only the fourth day.

It had not even passed the seven-day safety period.

The strength in his hands had already expanded to 7 squads.

If Richard continued to develop like this, Twilight City's troop strength would surely surpass a squadron in a few days.

Out of the 20 billion players, how many could achieve this in the entire game?!

"My only regret is that I didn't find a suitable elite-level troop lair. Otherwise, I would have directly obtained a rare-level troop lair..."

Richard still felt slightly regretful.

"Players, you have to work hard to explore the map and sell me more good stuff."

After cheering for the others, Richard opened the [Forum Chat].

He didn't know if those sand sculpture players had encountered anything new...

[I can't cry anymore! Why are the guards of the medium-sized resource points so abnormal?! F*ck, there are even rare-level soldiers inside. Is this f*cking allowed to live?]

[Oh my god, what should I do? There are another 100 refugees today, and my territory already has 600 people!! Who the f*ck can afford this???!!! I don't dare to chase them away. This thing will lower the people's morale. This hidden data!!!]

[The territory needs to consider people's morale? Which big shot can tell me what's going on?]

[You don't know about that, do you? People's sentiment was revealed by a high-level developer of the game "Shining Era". This thing can not be seen or touched. If the people live a good life, the people's sentiment will naturally be high. If the people live a bad life, the people's sentiment will be low.]

[The advantage of high people's sentiment is that the work efficiency is high. Public security is also good, and if the people's sentiment is low, then just wait for all kinds of crap. If it's too low, then just wait for rebellion.]

[Selling 1-star resource treasure -- an acre of fruit forest. Can only be planted in forests and plains. Don't waste time if it's not suitable. Bring the price.]

[I request to purchase an elite-level troop lair. I request -- a soldier that can fly.]

[Are there any players in the mountain range west of the Rhinoceros Gray Empire? We can ally! Damn it, those greedy rhinoceros are coming to my territory to fight again. If I don't kill them today, I don't believe in gods!]

[F*ck! I went to an NPC city today. It's so f*cking prosperous! When will I be able to develop my territory so magnificently…]

[Hahaha, a priest came to my territory and said that he could build a church for me for free. In the future, as long as my territory believes in the god of justice, I can recruit high-level priests from the church. It's so awesome!]

Richard was having deep thoughts.

He could clearly see that after these few days of adaptation, the players had gradually begun to integrate into this world.

They had discovered new aboriginal cities, new resources, treasures, and new buildings...

However, what puzzled him was why had he not found any other player's territory around Twilight City for so many days?

Or was the desert too big and the players too far apart?