The stone statue of the dead flapped its wings and flew across the desert at high speed. The airwaves it stirred up caused tons of yellow sand to rise in the desert.
A trail of dust.
The void sandworm in the land of quicksand opened a portal, and Richard watched as the troop filed. He felt a sense of excitement he had missed for a long time.
A special feeling always rose whenever he led troops to battle.
It could be the battlefield, the gunpowder smoke, or perhaps the romance that belonged to men.
This time, he brought along a total of 150 squads with him.
The sandstorm controllers had reached a hundred teams.
The guardian mummies were 90 squads.
Sixty-eight squads of crown-level king mummies and twenty-seven squads of radiant moon-level king mummies joined the team.
In addition, 15 teams of skeleton blood dragons also joined the battle force.
Total troop strength reached 550 squads.
