Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

After traveling thousands of kilometers, Kleist arrived at a sea area.

"Hazlitt, come out!"

As soon as the words fell, a young man in black clothes and blue hair appeared on the sea level.

"Senior brother, long time no see."

The young man in black placed his right hand on his chest, bowed, and had a gentle smile on his face.

Kleist looked indifferent and asked, "Why did you come back?"

The young man in black stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked directly at Crest, and responded with a smile: "Brother, this is my hometown, why can't I come back?"

With murderous intent in his eyes, Crest said in a deep voice: "Back then, Master spared your life out of consideration for our old friendship. Now that you've come back, do you think I can't kill you?"

"Brother, we have been together for nearly a thousand years. I know your abilities very well. Naturally, I believe you can kill me, but do you think I came back alone this time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two black-robed men emitting a strong aura of death appeared on the sea level, forming a triangle formation with the black-robed young man and trying to surround Crest.

Crest felt the two legendary undead appearing behind him on the left and right. He looked a little ugly, staring at the young man in black, and said in disbelief: "You have joined the undead."

"Hahaha."

"Brother, are you surprised?"

The young man in black looked crazy and laughed loudly, "If you hadn't informed my father, would I have been exiled from the Magic Kingdom of Kawen?"

"That old guy used his favors to push you to the status of a legend, but what about me?"

"I am his only son. He treats you, an outsider, better than me, his own son."

"Brother, this is where you will be buried today."

"I will use your death to announce my return. I will exterminate the entire Mivis faction and wipe out the school founded by that old man."

The legendary low-level necromancer floating behind Crest on the right interrupted the young man in black and said in a cold voice: "Hazlitt, stop talking and capture him first."

"Sft, you don't have to remind me."

The young man in black said with some dissatisfaction, then took out a black sword that exuded the breath of death and rushed towards Crest.

Bazt, the legendary low-level undead warrior who was behind Crest on the left, drew his sword, activated the Breath of Death, and attacked Crest.

The legendary low-level necromancer Silfuth distanced himself, cast a spell, and countless death swords stabbed at Crest.

Facing the attacks from three powerful men of the same level, Crest used the rules of divination to avoid the sinister means hidden in the dark, and dodged the attacks of two legendary undead in the open, and knocked the young man in black into the sea.

Although he is just a scholar-mage, it does not mean that his fighting ability is weak.

Four legendary warriors fought each other, the space cycled between breaking and reorganizing, countless laws of light shot in all directions, taking away countless sea monsters.

Using the opponent's force to counter his opponent, Crest broke away from the encirclement of the three people. Standing at an altitude of ten thousand meters, he looked at the three people flying towards him and quickly thought of a way to break the deadlock.

The legendary low-level undead warrior's movements were stiff, the aura of death was illusory, and he was not proficient in using the power of law. At first glance, he was a useless legend who loved to kill other high-level undead souls. Under normal circumstances, his soul fire would be extinguished without any warning.

As for Hazlitt, he was vicious in every way, but also looked a little crazy. As long as he was properly guided, this idiot could be used by him.

The most difficult one to deal with is the legendary low-level necromancer. He has strange methods, has seen three different mysteries of the law, and has a thorough understanding of the law of death.

In addition, this guy was very cautious. Whenever he tried to get close to him, he would keep his distance to prevent him from getting close.

In a few breaths, Crest determined the way to break the impasse. He used the fool Hazlitt to attack the legendary low-level undead warrior, took advantage of the internal strife to attack the legendary necromancer with all his strength, and left the place while the opponent avoided.

Going forward to fight, Crest used the shadow method to arrange a phantom, and angered Hazlitt with words, tempting him to strike the legendary undead warrior with all his strength.

"It's now."

Crest did not bother to conserve his strength. He gathered the secrets of the law [Divination·Chaos] and shot colorful light at the legendary necromancer.

Under the terrifying attack of the law of power, the soul fire of the legendary necromancer Silfurt was violently shaken. He did not dare to stay and quickly evacuated, retreating tens of thousands meters away.

Taking this opportunity, Kleist quickly flew north and escaped from here.

"interesting."

A whisper exploded in his ears, disturbing Crest's mind and trapping him in the air.

A huge hand appeared in the air and grabbed towards Crest.

In an instant, a golden light emerged and chopped the giant dark hand into pieces. Its power remained undiminished as it continued to slash towards the sky.

"boom--"

The sword flashed across the sea, extinguishing the soul fire of the legendary low-level undead warrior, the soul of the legendary low-level undead knight Hazlitt shattered, and the legendary low-level undead mage Soft's legendary protective robe shattered.

The restraining force disappeared, and without time to think, Crest rushed to the north and left this place.

After a long time, the figure of a white-haired young man emerged in the sea. His left cuff was empty, a drop of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and one of his golden pupils turned gray.

The legendary necromancer Silft saw the white-haired young man, walked over to him, bowed his head and said, "Lord Yayis, are you okay?"

"cough cough"

The white-haired young man spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying a little.

The dark blood dripped onto the sea, polluting tens of thousands of square kilometers of sea area into a black zone of undead. Countless sea creatures turned into undead at this moment and began to fight each other.

"I almost died at the hands of the Sword Master of Dawn."

"Lord Yais, do we need to continue to implement the Black Domain Plan in the Magic Kingdom of Kaven?" The legendary necromancer Soft glanced at the white-haired young man cautiously and asked respectfully.

"Give up the plan. I will go and explain to the Skeleton Flower Council."

"How do you want to treat your injuries?"

The white-haired young man glanced at Soft, who was ready to flee at any time, snorted coldly, and said, "Just find a few fishman principalities in the sea and kill them, and my injuries will naturally recover by half."

"As for using you to heal my wounds, Wu Yayis is not capable of doing such a thing."

Upon hearing this, Sifut kept his head down and did not dare to reply.

Although you said so, if you did that, who would know? Even if they knew, who would dare to say it out?

"Go and collect the bones of Bazt and Hazlitt."

"Yes, Lord Ayes."

While Swift was busy, the white-haired young man looked up at the land in the distance with some fear in his eyes.

He thought that the gap between himself and the world legend was very small, but he didn't expect that he could hardly withstand an attack left by the opponent.

"It's better not to come out in the last thousand years."

Half an hour later, the white-haired young man took Soft away from here and flew into the depths of the sea.