Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

To be promoted to earl, a viscount needs 800 battle merits. Calculated, it is equivalent to killing 267 gold professionals on the battlefield, or 27 soul-level professionals. The difficulty increases exponentially.

Back at the legion's station, everyone had been waiting in front of their tents for a long time.

"Our mission is to stay behind. As a reserve force, there is nothing to do now. Everyone should go back first." Weilin came to the crowd and read out the mission assigned to them by the corps headquarters.

After hearing this order, some people relaxed, while others felt unwilling.

Weilin ignored these and went straight back to the camp. He could not change the orders issued by the regiment.

"During this period, please let Cassius and the others become more familiar with the magic energy cannon. I don't want the energy bombs to fall on friendly forces by then."

"Yes, Lord." Kyle nodded and said.

Night falls, eight o'clock in the evening.

[One month later, the Kingdom of Bahio, the Kingdom of Ilia and the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom secretly signed the "Legendary Convention" on the Holy Mountain of Nater, the Kingdom of the Third Dawn. Witnessed by the God of Dawn, this contract takes effect from the beginning of the war until the end of the war. 】

"Legendary Convention, is there any deal that cannot be concluded?"

Weilin lay on the bed and couldn't help but start to think about it.

Since the beginning of the chronology in the name of the God of Glory, for more than nine thousand years, whether it is the main continent or the seventeen sub-continents, there have been very few incidents of kingdom collapse, a total of twenty-nine, eight of which died at the hands of demons. Hands, nine perished in the hands of the undead, and twelve others perished due to other events.

Each kingdom has its own gods, one or more.

Without exception, it is easy to establish a principality and it is also easy to destroy it, but it is difficult for a kingdom to be destroyed. This is not only related to the kingdom's own heritage, but also has a lot to do with the gods.

However, the kingdom cannot be destroyed, but it will lose its territory.

In this war, the Kingdom of Ilia and the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom fought for the ownership of the new land in the north.

As for what are the Kingdom of Bahio and the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom fighting over? He didn't know either, maybe only the top brass of the Bahio Kingdom knew.

"Why is this convention not announced but needs to be signed secretly? What's the reason?"

Verin was very puzzled by this.

Past history records that the two countries were at war, and battles between legends often occurred.

Although every time you do it, the terrain will be changed in a large area, the plains will become mountains, and the hills will become lakes.

This matter related to the gods, and Weilin did not want to think too much. Maybe the dwarf mountain god had some trump card, or the dwarf pantheon supported him and allowed the gods such as the God of Dawn to compromise.

If you think about it carefully, with the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom having a population of less than 50 million, is it because the Dwarf Mountain God was afraid that too many of his followers would die, so he forced the other two human kingdoms to sign the "Legendary Pact".

It seems that there is also this reason in it.

The dwarf race is one level higher than humans, making it easier to become a professional and go further on the path to transcendence.

Taking ordinary dwarves and ordinary humans as examples, when an ordinary dwarf steps on the path of a professional, the lower limit is low-level bronze, while when an ordinary human steps on the path of a professional, the lower limit is intermediate-level apprentice.

Of course, this is only limited to the situation where extraordinary knowledge is spread on a large scale, but the reality is cruel, and the rules are made by the strong.

Correspondingly, the dwarf racial status is higher than that of humans, but the fertility rate drops exponentially.

Otherwise, why would the population of such a large land still not increase after having thrived for so many years?

In addition to bleeding them from time to time with the human kingdom, this is also a reason.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, as long as the soul-level shadow guard supported by Grandpa Tang is in place, be careful and your personal safety will not be a problem."

……

Three months later, the war broke out in full force. Even though Verin was in the heart of Serop Province, he could feel the smell of war burning in the north.

In mid-April, night fell. Outside the legion's station, on a 300-meter-high hill, one could see fire rising in the distance.

"As expected, that should be the strategic magic of the Magic Legion. It's really terrifying. Even though it's thousands of miles away, you can still see its power." Weilin felt the turbulence of the magic energy in the air and couldn't help but sigh. .

Next to him were the top brass of the 135th Legion, admiring this rare view with their legion commander.

"Our army of 60,000 people may not be able to withstand a strategic spell cast by the Magic Legion." Viscount Moncas said with lingering fear as he looked at the "sun" rising in the distance.

Hearing this, the others nodded, and there was also a gap between the legions.

Everyone is well aware of the strength of their 135th Legion, and it is not an exaggeration to call them a miscellaneous army.

However, the stronger the magic army is, the greater the confidence it gives them.

They are all nobles of Cardero Province, and they don't want the flames of war to burn in their territory.

The other four legions of the 27th Corps were caught up in busy affairs, counting the growing military exploits in their hands, feeling pain and happiness.

There are only one hundred and thirty-five legions, besides training, there is training.

Seeing other nobles earning military exploits, they were not in a hurry. It was because they couldn't escape, and it was useless if it wasn't their own envy.

Under the influence of Verin, the legion commander, the aristocratic style of the 135th legion became prevalent.

Two months later, the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom was defeated, and the Ilia Kingdom's front advanced northward.

On June 18, the Corps headquarters officially held its first combat meeting.

On the way to the corps headquarters, Verin met the commander of the 134th Legion, Count Russell Curisco. Compared to the high-spirited a few months ago, Verin felt a lot more lonely.

"Captain Russell." Verin took the initiative to say hello.

Russell turned around and looked at Verin, with a smile on his melancholy face: "Commander Verin, long time no see."

"It's been a few months. How is the situation of your 134th Legion?" Weilin asked in a low voice.

Russell said with a bitter look on his face: "It's hard to explain. Although my legion only ensures the smooth transportation of supplies, the pressure is not as great as usual. I was attacked by the dwarf elite troops on the way and lost eight supplies. Only three of them were recaptured." .”

"Less than half a year after the war started, more than 5,000 people of the 134th Legion were killed. The injured were basically cured under the treatment of the priest. Fortunately, we are believers of the goddess of life. Otherwise, I can't imagine the consequences."

"The battlefield is ever-changing and the main battlefield is dangerous, so those responsible for logistical supplies are no less generous." Weilin commented very objectively.

"But the early stage is over. As the front moves north, we will be under a lot less pressure."

Thinking of this, Russell couldn't help but smile. The difficult moment was over, and the future should be much better.

Weilin saw the other party's expression and didn't quite agree with Russell's words.

The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and no one can predict what will happen next.

While walking and chatting, the two came to the corps headquarters.

Observing secretly, Weilin found that except for the commander of the 131st Legion, his cousin, the other two commanders were just like Russell, taciturn and not as high-spirited as six months ago.