In the tide of the age of lords, anyone can become a lord.
When Lin Feng awakened his lord’s troop type, he got the weakest of all: skeleton soldiers.
Everyone thought Lin Feng was doomed to fail.
Little did they know that an iron empire was quietly rising.
Years later:
“Have you heard? They say the elves’ World Tree pulled up its roots and fled overnight!”
“Right, right! I also heard the High Heavens got smashed to pieces. Apparently, they couldn’t even find a single decent floor tile! Every last one was ripped up and carried off!”
“That’s nothing. I heard the demons in Hell can’t even scrape together a pair of pants between them!”
Nearby, a group of beggars huddled together, wailing. At last, someone understood the misery they, the high-tier lords, had endured.
That guy wasn’t human! Wherever he went, he left nothing standing!
Just then, Lin Feng looked toward the Origin World in the distance and called to his heroes and steel skeleton troops:
“Comrades, what’s our principle?!”
The heroes all shouted in unison, “We don’t take so much as a needle or a thread from the people!”
Lin Feng swept his hand through the air.
“Excellent! Apart from needles and thread, carry off everything else! Heh, just kidding. We’re taking the needles and thread too.”
