Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"Cecilia, can you locate the specific coordinates of the real world." Verin tilted his head slightly, looked at the world elf, and asked.

Cecilia shook her head and replied: "The entrance to the demiplane in the real world is anchored by you, and you are the entrance to the demiplane."

"If I send you out the way I do, you may appear anywhere in the real world."

Within a few hours of Verin becoming the master of the demiplane, the coordinates of the Cecilia demiplane had changed tens of thousands of times in different spaces, and they were no longer the previous coordinates.

"Uncle, you..."

"No." Before Weilin could finish speaking, Odor directly denied, "The coordinates have been changed, and I don't know how to return to the real space."

"You have to know that the reason why a demiplane is an absolute barrier is because its coordinates are disordered and transformable. Except for world consciousness, not even gods can find a demiplane with a master in a different space."

Seeing this situation, Verin could only ask Cecilia for help, begging her to send them away.

"No problem, Contractor, it's on Cecilia, but I need to prepare for two months. I was born less than five years ago. Although the Mother of the World has given me a lot of knowledge, this is the first time after all. , for your safety, I still have to be more cautious."

"Then please."

"Then I'll go back to the chaotic consciousness space first."

After saying that, Cecilia's figure disappeared from Verin's shoulder.

Staring at the light spots left behind when Cecilia left, Verin seemed to have thought of something and took out the light group given by the world consciousness from his body.

When the light group left Verin's body, it floated directly towards Odor and Kyle.

Looking at the red light group in front of him, Kyle searched for relevant memories in his mind with curious eyes.

Odor lowered his head to observe the purple light ball in front of him. He suddenly patted his head and suddenly recalled it. Before Weilin could explain, he quickly let go of his guard and accepted the purple light ball with his soul.

In Verin's surprised gaze, the purple light group merged directly into Odor's soul.

Kyle turned around and looked, not imitating Odor to directly accept the light group, but calmly waiting for the result.

Time flies, half an hour passes.

Under the curious gazes of the two people, Odor stretched out his left hand, palm upward, forming a shadow.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a bare tree trunk with no branches or leaves. Everything seems to be waiting for others to expand it.

"Uncle, how are you?" Weilin asked.

The corners of Odor's lips raised slightly and he said, "It's really thanks to you that you let me know my legendary path in advance."

"The legendary road, you are saying that this light group given by the world consciousness records your legendary road." Weilin was shocked and a little unbelievable.

Odor answered: "It can be understood this way, but it is not entirely correct. The light group is only guiding me in the direction of progress. How to walk the future road still depends on my choice."

"If I choose the direction recorded by the light group and embark on the path of legend, when I am promoted to legend, I will be given the name of legend by the consciousness of the world."

Hearing his uncle's explanation, Weilin couldn't help but feel a little envious in his heart.

Legendary names are divided into three levels according to how they are obtained.

The first level is given by world consciousness. Under the control of Ilerilia's world, there are affiliated worlds and derivative worlds. As long as others chant its name, they will know their identity and understand their contribution.

In the second category, there are three types, namely gifts from nature, canonization by gods, and inscriptions of laws. Their titles are prestigious in a certain subcontinent, or in part of the main continent, or in the entire attached world and derivative world.

The third class, those who canonize themselves, have basically no reputation except for beings in their own country and nearby countries.

In the Kingdom of Ilia, there are thirteen legends on the surface, and only two legends have second-class titles. One is Calix Silvis, whose legendary title was canonized by the goddess of life; the other is His own maternal grandfather, the Duke of Moravia, had his legendary title engraved in law.

The titles of the remaining eleven legends were all taken by themselves. They are only well-known in the northeastern region of the Western Napus subcontinent, and are basically unknown elsewhere.

Later, at Vaelin's urging, Kyle let down his guard and allowed his soul to accept the red light mass.

Weilin stood aside, waiting anxiously.

"I just absorbed the colored light group, and I didn't see you waiting so anxiously." Odor leaned on the vine, looked at the anxious Weilin, and joked with a smile.

When Weilin heard this, he smiled awkwardly: "Ahem, cough, this is different. As a soul-level arcanist who has been hundreds of years old, uncle, you are experienced and well-informed, so you must have encountered these things. "

"Kyle is only fifty years old and has little experience. As his master, I must care about him very much."

"Okay, his soul is very stable, don't worry, come and play chess with me to pass the time." With a thought, Odor condensed the chessboard in the air and asked Weilin to sit down.

After glancing at Kyle, Weilin put away his inner worries, came to the virtual chessboard, summoned the vines to make a chair, sat on it quietly, and began to play chess with his uncle.

A few minutes later, Odor waved his hand to restore the chessboard, and said helplessly: "With your chess skills, I am really not worthy of playing against you."

"This...that...uncle, you can't say that either!"

Weilin rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, really not knowing what to say.

Looking at his nephew, Odor recalled his teacher's words before leaving. He regained his calm demeanor and said, "Forget it, let's play something "complicated"."

Before Weilin could react, Odor dragged him into the illusion and said, "Let's have a duel. You and I will each command five thousand troops, spend ten minutes arranging our troops, and then Let’s start a showdown.”

"Okay, uncle, I understand."

Although he is not good at playing chess, he has quite a lot of experience when it comes to marching and fighting.

Half an hour later, Odor released the illusion and exclaimed with astonishment on his face: "I never expected that you have such an amazing talent in the military field!"

"Hahahaha, uncle, it's not that I'm great, it's that your level is slightly inferior."

When I thought about the fierce battle just now, I only paid the price of 500 casualties. Not only did I successfully wipe out my uncle's 2,000 troops, but I also captured a full 3,000 enemy troops, I couldn't help but feel a sense of heroism in my heart.

However, at this moment, a slight noise suddenly came from beside him, causing Weilin to put away the smile on his face and turned his head, only to see that Kyle had woken up.

Kyle stood up and gathered an illusory image in his palm. Different from his uncle's big purple tree, the phantom in Kyle's hand was actually a burning red fireball. It was unknown what it represented. what road.