Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Three days later, after Weilin secretly inspected the three areas governed by Zefulin, namely Donghu County, Shiteng County and Nange County, he delivered the three books he got from Ms. Catherine, namely "General Decomposition of Ice Spells", "Construction of Ice Magic Circuits" and "Construction of Ice Cores", to the other party's study, left a letter, and left quietly.

There are still two years left before the ten-year deadline, so it won’t be too late to meet the two of them during the final evaluation.

After leaving Jiangtan County, Weilin flew straight to the Pink Lake.

Cecilia sat on Verin's shoulders and continued to hum songs, bringing entertainment to the short flight.

"Welin, your trail has been discovered."

Cecilia waved her hand and intercepted the fleeting shadow.

Looking at the man in the shadow, Weilin landed near the Pink Lake and said to himself, "It's Theo. It seems my uncle wants to see me for something!"

Cecilia heard Weilin's whisper and asked curiously, "Weilin, have you done anything to offend your uncle?"

"Ahem." Weilin coughed lightly and said, "That's not the case."

"Oh."

Cecilia nodded, then continued to hum the beautiful song to soothe Weilin's soul.

In three years, the shores of Pink Lake have undergone tremendous changes.

The originally dense forest has disappeared, replaced by a large fortress.

The city is eight meters high and flags are flying.

Above the fortress, a magical light curtain shone brightly.

On the city wall, more than a hundred soldiers were wearing heavy armor, holding spears, and had dignified looks on their faces.

In front of the city gate, a low-level silver warrior wearing armor and holding a sword stood in the center.

On the left and right sides, there stood ten high-level bronze warriors.

The sunlight shines on the fortress, reflecting a dazzling light, making the fortress look even more solemn and majestic.

Seeing Weilin coming, the low-level silver warrior stepped forward, pounded his chest in salute, and said in a loud voice: "This subordinate greets the Lord."

Weilin nodded slightly, put his hands behind his back, and asked, "Name, unit number, and mission."

"Your Majesty, my name is Fei Qien. I am currently serving as the deputy captain of the first squadron of the second battalion of the fourth battalion. Under the orders of General Greg, I am responsible for guarding the city gates. I rotate with the third squadron of the first battalion of the fifth battalion every thirty-six hours." The low-level silver warrior replied respectfully.

"Keep on duty."

"Yes."

The low-ranking silver warrior responded, then retreated to the left, bowed his head, and respectfully allowed him to enter the city.

Twenty soldiers also bowed their heads to show respect.

Looking at these resolute-looking soldiers, Weilin suddenly remembered the decision he had made before opening up the gray fog space.

If it weren't for Haikong Bingyuan, I should have given the Fourth and Fifth Battalions exclusive names by now.

Fortunately, I am the only one who knows about this matter, so I don’t have to go back on my word in front of my confidants.

"We are all here, so let's take this opportunity to get this done."

Weilin had already made plans for the exclusive names of the Fourth and Fifth Battalions, but various matters got mixed up and he always forgot about it.

I vaguely remember that he seemed to have mentioned it during the expedition to another world. I don't know if Greg and Dosius still remember it.

After strolling for a while, Weilin saw Greg, Dosius and Medea walking towards him quickly.

The three men came before Weilin, beat their chests and saluted, saying in unison: "My Lord!"

"Take me around."

"Yes."

Greg led the way, accompanied by Dosius and Medea, and took Weilin to visit the stone fortress built on the shore of the Pink Lake.

The entire fortress covers an area of ​​more than 300 acres and is garrisoned by more than 2,000 soldiers, including the Second Battalion of the Fourth Battalion, the First Battalion of the Fifth Battalion, and the Fourth and Fifth Battalions of the Ninth Battalion.

On the left side of the fortress are rows of barracks, which are distributed in an orderly manner for soldiers to live and train. On the right side is the warehouse area, but there is nothing inside and it only serves as a decoration.

Two hours later, Weilin finished his ground inspection, coaxed Cecilia into the demiplane, and then headed for the gray fog space.

After passing through the passage, we arrived at an area filled with gray fog. We followed the guide on the wall and came out of the area covered by gray fog.

Coming to the outer platform and looking into the distance, I just saw a team of soldiers surrounding and killing three mid-bronze gray creatures.

Leaning against the wooden fence, Weilin looked at the battle in the distance and watched quietly.

As for Greg, Dosius, and Medea, the other two stood quietly behind Weilin, watching with him.

Ten minutes later, when the three gray creatures were killed, two soldiers took out a black cloth and spread it on the ground. The other people worked together to drag the gray creatures onto the black cloth, then dug out the gray crystals, processed the flesh and blood of the gray creatures, and loaded them onto a cart.

From this we can see that in three years, the soldiers stationed here have developed a complete hunting and decomposition process.

"Has there been a beast outbreak in the three years since I was away?"

"No," Greg replied.

"How's the number of grey creatures seen in recent months?"

Greg thought for a moment and said, "My Lord, according to statistics, the number of gray creatures seen in the past six months was 329, 379, 388, 399, 411, and 441 respectively."

"In August of the Glorious Calendar 9770, 8 were hunted, including 289 bronze, 146 silver, and 135 gold. 8 Kecks of colorful crystals were obtained."

"In September of the Glorious Calendar 9770, 9 were hunted, 303 of which were bronze, 180 were silver, 113 were gold, and 9 was soul. I got 1 kikes of colorful crystals."

"In October of the Glorious Calendar 9771, 10 heads were killed..."

After listening to Greg's report, Weilin could clearly feel that the number of gray creatures was increasing, and he was afraid that a beast tide would break out soon.

At that time, it will be time to test the strength of this fortress.

"Wait a minute……"

Just as I was about to say something, I found that my uncle walked out from the gray fog, his eyes staring at me, and it was obvious that he had no good intentions.

"Wait for me in the conference room tomorrow at noon."

"Yes."

Seeing this, Weilin waved his hand and asked them to leave.

After Greg and the other two left, Odor looked up and down at Weilin's strength, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but then he restrained himself and said, "This is not the place to talk. I'll take you to a place."

After saying this, Odor reached out and grabbed Weilin's shoulder, not giving him a chance to escape, and used a space spell to leave the fortress directly.