Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"How is the situation?"

Faced with his master's question, Kyle nodded and replied: "I have already made clear the future path, but there are some difficulties."

Welin stood up, came to Kyle, patted his shoulder, and said firmly: "No matter what difficulties you encounter, I will always support you, even if it means giving up all my wealth."

The difficulties that Kyle said must be very difficult in Weilin's view, but he chose to support him unconditionally.

Seeing this, Kyle retracted his phantom, smiled on his face, and said: "I know, master."

Welin did not ask about Kyle's legendary path.

It is better for only the person himself to know about such matters involving the future path.

In the next two months, Weilin and Kyle traveled all over the Cecilia demiplane and drew detailed maps to prepare for the future development of the demiplane.

As for Odor, he stayed where he was, obsessed with studying the Annabelle Time Corridor all day long.

In early July, Weilin and Kyle ended their exploration of the demiplane and returned to the original place.

Falling from the sky, Weilin stood beside Odor and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, have you solved the Annabel Time Corridor?"

"A hundred years later, ask me again, I can tell you for sure that it has not been solved."

Faced with Odor's humorous answer, Weilin couldn't help laughing.

As for Kyle, although his face remained calm, his slightly bent fingers betrayed his true thoughts.

After a while, Cecilia, the world elf who had been away for two months, returned to Weilin, with visible fatigue on her face.

Weilin walked forward, stretched out his hands, and held Cecilia in his palms.

Feeling the magic transmitted by the contractor, Cecilia hesitated for a while, and finally chose to accept it.

"Is the situation better?"

"Much better." Cecilia stood up again and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that setting up the teleportation array would consume so much energy. In the next ten years, I need to use sleep to restore my strength."

Hearing the words of the world elf, Weilin said with some guilt: "Cecilia, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, contractor, I hope you can treat Cecilia's half plane well."

"I will."

Weilin promised solemnly, and then took out a Fengtian fruit from the space ring and handed it to Cecilia.

"I hope you like it."

"Thank you, contractor, this is the first time I have received a gift since I was born." The world elf accepted the Fengtian fruit and thanked Weilin.

With a smile on his face, Weilin said gently: "If possible, I still hope you can call me by my name."

Cecilia nodded and said: "I know, Weilin."

After that, Cecilia flew to a distance and raised her hands.

Tens of thousands of unknown words emerged from all around, forming a teleportation array, covering the three people in it.

"Wei Lin, see you in ten years." Cecilia waved her hand in the distance, saying goodbye to her contractor.

Wei Lin waved his right hand and said goodbye to the other party: "Cecilia, when you wake up here, I will let you see the new face of Cecilia's half plane."

The light wrapped the three people and flew out of the half plane.

Crossing the time boundary, penetrating countless interfaces, breaking through the illusion layer and the magic layer, and entering the shadow world.

Under the gaze of a legendary Yinxu giant, he passed through the barrier between the shadow world and the real world and returned to the real world.

After the three left, Cecilia did not rush to return to the half plane chaotic consciousness space to sleep, but came to a valley somewhere and blocked this place.

Landing on the ground, took out the Fengtian fruit, turned it into a seed, and buried it in the soil.

"Ten years later, I will return you a sweet fruit forest."

"Goodbye, my chosen contractor."

Looking at the saplings breaking through the ground, Cecilia nodded with great satisfaction, returned to the chaotic consciousness space of the half plane, began to sleep, and recovered her lost strength.

...

After an unknown period of time, when the eyes regained clarity again, Weilin found himself lying on a beach, with a group of fishmen standing not far away, chattering in deep sea language.

Looking around, he only found Kyle's figure, but not his uncle's figure.

With some doubts, Weilin sat up, came to Kyle's side, and woke him up.

Feeling the gentle magic, Kyle regained consciousness, opened his eyes, and saw the face of his master.

"We seem to have lost my uncle."

Seeing Kyle wake up, Weilin helped him up, looking embarrassed and helpless.

Kyle stood up, evaporated the water stains and sand on his clothes, looked around, grabbed a bronze high-level murloc, and asked skillfully in deep sea language: "Where is this place?"

Feeling the momentum of the human in front of him, the murloc warrior's ferocious appearance showed a cowardly look, and said in a babbling voice: "My lord, I don't know, but I know, elder."

"Where is your tribe?"

"Over there, on the beach." The murloc warrior didn't know what loyalty was, and in order to survive, he directly sold the location of the tribe.

Looking at the direction the other party pointed, Kyle saw that he couldn't ask anything, so he waved his hand to let him go.

Seeing this, the murloc warrior kowtowed to thank him, got up quickly, entered the sea, and swam away.

Getting specific information, Weilin flew into the air and flew to the beach pointed by the murloc warrior.

Seeing this, Kyle quickly followed.

A few minutes later, Weilin stood above a murloc tribe and roughly estimated the number of murlocs in the tribe to be around 20,000. As for the gold-level murloc, Weilin only found one, lying in the only wooden house, enjoying himself with several murlocs.

Landing in the murloc tribe, Weilin used his combat skill [Life-Knight].

"Go and catch that murloc."

Waiting for Weilin's instructions, the white knight rode the white warhorse, passed through the bodies of the murloc guards, and headed for the wooden building.

Many murloc warriors stroked their bodies and felt relieved to see that they were not hurt at all. Then they looked around, put down their weapons without thinking, and fled from here quickly.

As for the patriarch in the wooden house, if he could survive from the hands of humans, he would still be their patriarch. If he could not survive, they could only choose another outstanding warrior to be the new patriarch.

The entire tribe fell into chaos, with noises coming one after another. Countless fishmen screamed in panic and fled to the deep sea.

Hearing the commotion and noise coming from outside the house, Raskin opened his eyes in a daze, struggled to get up from a group of naked fishmen, and hurriedly put on a rough animal skin. When he was about to push the door to find out what was going on, he saw a white faceless knight hitting him on the head with a stick.

Looking at the fallen target, the life-knight dragged the fishman's hind legs and walked towards the center of the tribe.