Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

On a low hill, Weilin looked far into the distance and saw this vast jungle, covering an area of ​​at least thirty square kilometers, like an endless sea of ​​trees, boundless.

He secretly rejoiced that he only had to look for dead trees, otherwise it would be like finding a needle in a haystack by himself.

Afterwards, Weilin issued an order to divide the more than 400 knights of the exploration team into more than 80 teams, each with five people, and go deep into the jungle to search the soil under all the dead trees for any possible clues.

More than four hundred people took the order and left, leaving only Kyle and six guards around Weilin.

Seeing this scene, Kyle took the initiative to ask for help: "My lord, I also want to go searching together."

Verin looked at Kyle, nodded slightly, and agreed to his request.

Compared to himself, Verin believed that Kyle would create more miracles.

As time passed, more and more strange things were brought to Verin.

These items were decayed and dilapidated, exuding the smell of decay, including rotten hammers, rusty daggers, incomplete armor, and even white bones. They lie there quietly, as if telling the story of their past glory.

Looking at the pile of things, Weilin asked someone to bring a stone, cut off the tip, and used it as a seat, and began to select it himself.

Working from noon to the morning of the third day, Weilin finally selected six items.

These objects exude a mysterious light that attracts people's attention.

A broken sword with a shimmering light, an old but intact book, a broken white crystal, a white branch, half of the mage's scepter and a dark ball.

These six items represent the results of fifty hours of hard work by Verin's men.

After returning to the legion's station, Verin asked Cassius to seal off the camp, and at the same time called the captain of the Griffin Knights team, Lenlis DiCarlo, over.

As Lionless entered the tent, he bowed and saluted Verin.

Verin nodded and gave instructions: "Lenlis, I need you to go to the Sixth Headquarters and report to Lord Iorises and ask him to send a knowledgeable magic master."

"Yes."

Lenlis bowed and saluted, turned and left.

Verin sat quietly on the stone seat, waiting for the arrival of the magic master.

These objects hold secrets that perhaps only a master of magic can unravel.

As the gryphon team left, Verin spent the next time studying these six items while waiting for the magic master to arrive.

Three days later, Lenlis not only brought back the knowledgeable magic master, but also brought back hundreds of gryphon knights and a team of sub-dragon knights.

Seeing this formation, it's possible that my cousin's grandfather came running over.

After walking out of the camp, I took a closer look, and just as I thought, Earl Hurricane ran over in person.

"Grandpa," Weilin stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Hahaha, I saw you right, kid. It seems you have found some clues." Earl Hurricane laughed.

"Okay, Iorises, don't waste your time." An old man in a gray robe with a gray beard interrupted the two of them from continuing to communicate, with a somewhat aloof tone.

"By the way, let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Brent, the deputy director of the Royal Capital's First Academy of Magic. He is knowledgeable and has a lot of research on history." Earl Hurricane heard the old man's words and introduced to Verin.

After hearing Earl Hurricane's introduction, Verin glanced at the old man and then led the way.

As soon as he entered the camp, Weilin felt a breeze blowing by. The old man following him had appeared in front of the book desk, holding the old book in his hand. He marveled at it, then opened it and started to read it.

"Yes, this is the craft of the moon elves. It also has the national emblem of the Moon Elf Kingdom of Ovelia on it." The old man with a white beard and gray robe took a broken sword in his hand, brushed off the rust on it, and revealed its inner parts. .

Afterwards, Brent put down the broken sword, eagerly picked up other things, sat down on Verin's legion commander's seat, and began to study it carefully.

"How about you hand over your tent to Mr. Brent during this period?" Iorises asked in a low voice as he pulled Verin out of the tent and came outside.

"Yes." Verin replied respectfully.

It doesn't matter if you give up a tent to the other party, as long as the place where you live is where the legion headquarters is.

"You really surprised me. I had the mentality of giving it a try, but I didn't expect you to actually find some clues."

"Grandpa, after this war, I will do something big. I hope you can support me then. Including my father, if the other earls in the family speak out against it, I hope you can help me stand up."

"As long as it's not too outrageous, I will help you convince the other earls in the family." Iorises responded with a smile, looking at Verin with more admiration. It would be great if he was his own grandson, and he was envious. A day in the life of Ignatius.

Two days later, the 126th Legion, directly under the Earl of Hurricane, arrived at the Fire Tree Plain and stationed not far away.

"Master Weilin, long time no see."

"Roger, House, and everyone else, it's been eight years since we last saw each other."

Looking at the dozen golden warriors in front of him, memories emerged in Weilin's mind.

Eight years ago, when he went to visit his eldest brother Ilysses, he trained in the Hurricane Legion for a month and formed friendship with these golden warriors.

"Master Weilin, in less than eight years, you have grown into a golden knight. Let's have a fight sometime." Rogge still spoke so carelessly, which made Weilin feel a little cordial.

"I'm afraid it won't work during this time." Weilin shook his head and said, "Next time, if we find a chance next time, how about we have a good fight?"

"Okay." Rogge rubbed his hands excitedly.

House on the side touched his brother with his arm and motioned him to look to the left.

After receiving his brother's hint, Rogge glanced to the side, his face immediately became serious, his body stood straight, and his muscles tensed.

Seeing this, Verin looked over and saw the figure of Earl Hurricane.

"Roger."

"Here!" Upon hearing his name, Rogge responded loudly, suppressing his inner anxiety.

"House."

"grown ups."

"I order you two to lead your troops to the headquarters of the 135th Legion to assist Weilin's army and protect this place!"

"Yes!"

The two responded loudly and left quickly.

Seeing Earl Hurricane waving, the other golden warriors bowed their heads and left the place silently.

"Grandpa, it seems that you know the middle-level officers of the Hurricane Legion very well." Verin came to Iorises and asked with a smile.

"This legion is the backbone of the family. No matter how busy the affairs are, I will spend five days every month to personally train them." Iorises said calmly.

"There are 336 gold professionals in the army. In addition to basic information, I know all their family backgrounds, personality traits, and social relationships."

"You are really hardworking and meritorious."

"You brat, don't think that I don't know that you are complaining about my controlling nature." Earl Hurricane looked at Verin's head and continued, "This may be the reason why my descendants are not as good as your grandfather's descendants, but I No changes will be made.”

Weilin curled his lips, and seemed to hear the implication of his cousin's words: I know where I went wrong, but I don't want to change it.