Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"This war is not a conventional war after all." Weilin waved his hand to signal Kyle to sit down, and then began to narrate, "Although the legend attacked the enemy commander openly, it was only on the surface."

"When you're fighting, be careful."

At this point, Weilin took off the Ice Guardian Amulet given by Lady Anastasia, handed it to Kyle, and said, "Carry it with you on the battlefield, and don't let your guard down."

Kyle took the Ice Amulet, put it in his arms, and replied, "I understand, my lord."

After seeing Kyle accept it, Weilin continued, “In a few days, I will dispatch four Soul Intention Rank Judgment Knights from the Logistics Department to your officers to follow your command to make up for the lack of high-level combat power in the 25th Legion.”

"Thank you, my lord." Kyle thanked him upon hearing this.

"Hahaha, you are my guardian knight, who else should I help if I don't help you?"

"Besides, in addition to your legion, I will also send two Soul Intent-ranked Judgement Knights to the 26th Legion to ensure the combat effectiveness of Gatunf's legion."

"On the basis of ensuring relative fairness, I will show some partiality to you. There is nothing else to say about Liang."

"By the way, the situation on the battlefield is unpredictable, so let Lyanna follow Shemya first."

Hearing this, Kyle nodded without hesitation and said, "My Lord, I will let Lyanna report to the Madam tomorrow."

In the following time, after Weilin had a detailed conversation with Kyle for half an hour, he left and headed for the 26th Legion, ready to have a good talk with Gadun.

Half a month later, the three legions of the Ninth Corps officially set out, passing through the Femod Province of the Kingdom of Belfas and heading towards the Ludd Province.

Seven days later, the floating fleet and the air knights, led by Ignis, with three 5,000-meter-class floating battleships as the core, opened the passage from the real world to the shadow world and headed towards the shadow world coordinates corresponding to the Ceres Fortress.

Above the Kisilin camp, Weilin stood in the air, looking at the deserted camp, feeling a little uncomfortable for a moment.

Apart from the troops going out to battle, the only troops stationed in the camp of the Ninth Legion were one knight order, more than 2,000 Inquisition Knights, more than 4,000 guards, more than 10,000 auxiliary soldiers, and the Anthem Griffin Knight Squadron belonging to the First Griffin Knights Order. There were no other troops.

According to convention, a corps station would more or less leave behind an army of troops as a guard force. However, the Kisilin camp was located in the hinterland, and with the addition of the guard battalion directly under the corps headquarters and the rest of the troops, the total number was close to 20,000, which was enough to cope with the normal operation of the corps headquarters.

After standing in the air and admiring the scenery for a moment, Weilin returned to the military camp.

As soon as he returned to the tent, he saw a low-level gold priest walking quickly in front of Weilin, bowed respectfully, and said, "Sir Knight Yongxi, Sir Nicholas invites you to come over."

Upon hearing this, Weilin looked puzzled, wondering why the Ninth Corps stationed at Legend came to see him at this time.

"Lead the way."

"Yes."

Following the low-level gold priest, Weilin came to the northeastern camp of Kisilin Camp.

"Sir Knight Yongxi, please come in."

As soon as the gold low-level priest finished speaking, the two silver high-level temple knights guarding in front of the tent lifted the curtain and bowed their heads in salute to show their respect.

Seeing this, Weilin patted the "dust" off his clothes on his chest and walked in.

Inside the tent, an old man with a gray beard was sitting opposite a young man, playing chess against each other using the chessboard as their battlefield.

Seeing the two legends immersed in the chess game, Weilin did not interrupt them, but tiptoed to the back of the old man. After watching for less than three minutes, he felt a little bored and sat down next to them.

Seeing this, the old man and the young man looked up at each other at the same time, took out some fruits from their space rings, and threw them to the low table in front of Weilin.

At this moment, Weilin took out the storybook and was about to read it when he felt his eyes light up and then there were many fruits on the coffee table.

Turning back to look at the two legends who were still immersed in the chess game, Weilin stopped his words of thanks, picked up a fruit, took a bite, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

After swallowing it in a few gulps, Weilin picked up another kind of fruit and began to enjoy it.

As he ate, he threw the storybook aside and continued to eat these precious fruits while consuming the magic power that was flowing into every part of his body.

"It's just as that little guy Celeste said. Our Knight Yongxi is indeed a foodie."

"Old man, you don't allow others to have some hobbies?"

"Zesop, you little bastard, can you please respect the elders? I am the husband of your grandfather's brother's wife's sister. So, it's fine if you don't call me great-uncle, but you call me old man every day. How rude."

"What's wrong with calling you old man? If I'm unhappy, I'll just call you an old fool."

"You little bastard, we are in the midst of a war, so I won't argue with you for now. When the war is over, I will let you know that you cannot bear the wrath of the pastor."

"Hey, you old fool, I will just sit there and wait for you to hit me, do you think I'm stupid?"

"Little bastard, I can't help it. If I win this game, I won't take your legendary collection. Just let me beat you up."

"You old fool, you have a nice idea."

In less than a moment, Weilin finished all the fruits and vegetables on the low table and glanced at the two legends who were still playing chess.

The two men looked serious and had a dignified demeanor, and the game of chess seemed to be only halfway through, with no end in sight.

Suddenly, I felt sleepy.

Supporting his drowsy body, Weilin took out a blanket from the space ring, spread it behind him, lay down on it, and closed his eyes.

In less than a moment, consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

Two hours later, the young man made his last move.

In another layer of vision, above a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a knight slowly walked up to the priest, raised his sword, and slashed it down with force.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a head rolled down along the mountain of corpses.

"Damn it, I win."

The old man raised his head and looked at the young man silently, then took out a piece of time dragon scale from his space ring and handed it to the other party.

Looking at the time dragon scales that exuded the breath of time, a light flashed in the young man's eyes, and then he put it into the space equipment at lightning speed, fearing that the other party would suddenly change his mind.

"Little bastard, do you want to play another round?"

The young man turned his head slightly, looked at the sleeping Eternal Dawn Knight, and said in his mind: "Old man, I am not afraid of you."