Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In the jungle, Weilin and Kyle watched the battle between master and apprentice, and seemed to understand why all the disciples under their grandfather were so rebellious.

The silver dragon lifted its disciple with its wings, flew to a peaceful lake, and began to heal the young man's injuries.

Time goes back, and the skin burned by the fire recovers as if it were new.

The young man lay quietly on the grass by the lake, looking up at the sky above his head. His eyes were as calm as water, and he didn't care about the pain his body was suffering.

"Why do you insist on bearing my dragon breath? Don't you know that doing so will cause you serious injuries?" The silver dragon asked with some displeasure, staring at the calm expression of his disciple.

The young man forced a smile and replied softly, "I just want to test whether my current physique can withstand your attack."

The silver dragonfly gently placed its huge claws on the young man's head, and said with a hint of helplessness: "From now on, I'm afraid I will never be able to visit you again."

"Teacher, why is this happening?"

Hearing this, the young man tried to struggle to get up, but was pinned firmly to the ground by the dragon's claws, unable to move.

"Don't you always call me an old guy? Now I, an old guy, am going to do great things." The silver dragon chick put on an unfathomable smile and said to his only disciple.

The young man tilted his head, looking puzzled: "But aren't you still underage?"

"For us time and space dragons, adulthood only takes a moment. As long as we want, we can gain power from the future from the moment we are born."

"And you said..."

"Ahem." The silver dragon touched his head and said awkwardly, "Am I not doing this to motivate you?"

"Well, teacher, you really inspired me by saying that."

The silver dragonfly watched the young man's injuries heal, retracted his power, sat down, and said, "I really enjoy spending time with you."

"In the Temple of Time and Space, everyone was either sleeping or sorting out past timelines. There was basically no communication, even with my parents and sister."

"Now, I also have to fulfill my responsibilities and take on the responsibility of sorting out the timeline."

"To be honest, your talent is very poor. Under my instruction, it took you more than a hundred years to become a space sorcerer. You don't have any talent for time at all."

Having said that, the silver dragonfly couldn't help but reveal a look of disgust.

The young man was already immune to this kind of expression on the teacher's face. He kept silent and listened attentively.

"But I don't care."

"In order to prevent you from turning into a pile of bones when I look for you in the future, I traveled to the past timeline and exchanged his lifelong knowledge with a legendary arcanist."

"Teacher, you..."

"Hehe, are you moved? If so, try your best to stay alive. I don't want my disciple to die in obscurity." The silver dragonfly put its claws on the young man's mouth and said with some pride.

As Weilin and Kyle watched, the silver dragon took out a silver ball of light from its chest and sent it into the young man's soul.

"Moravia, your future has countless possibilities, but in every timeline there will be a woman who will appear by your side. She is protected by fate. I cannot see her face, so I don't know if she has any ill will towards you. After you successfully advance to the Soul-Mind-level Space Warlock, you must be careful and cautious."

The silver dragon took out another round plate and placed it on the young man's chest, saying, "I made this using the Space-Time Stone... Well, according to your human language, it should be called... Let me think about how to describe it."

"Amulet." The young man reminded.

"Yes, that's the name." The silver dragonfly looked at the head with its claws, suddenly realized, and continued, "This will keep your will clear and prevent you from sinking."

"I will come to find you in a thousand years."

"At that time, you need to return the disc to me, but you cannot come to see me, otherwise you will be cursed by time and fall under the control of time. There was once a high elf... Forget it, I won't tell you these things. You will forget them immediately after I tell you."

"Remember my words, one thousand years later, ********* (you ask someone in your direct lineage who is favored by fate to send this disc to you, so as to block the influence of time on you.)"

The young man looked worried and asked, "****** (Will that affect him?)"

"**(Won't.)"

The silver dragonfly opened the space-time passage, and before leaving, he once again reminded his apprentice: "You must remember this, don't forget it."

"In a thousand years, time will tell you where it is."

"I understand, teacher."

"Moravia, I have been very happy in the past hundred years. Thank you for your company, my apprentice. I hope you can become a legend soon."

After saying this, the silver dragonette entered the space-time channel.

At this moment, the disc placed on Weilin's chest flew out, passed through the time barrier, and entered the space-time channel.

The two were immersed in the projection of time and space and did not notice this scene.

Looking at the closed passage, the young man whispered a blessing: "Teacher, I hope you will be safe."

He looked up at the sky, then turned back to look at the calm lake. A smile appeared on the young man's face, and he said to himself, "My brother's first child should be born soon. I should go back and take a look."

After saying this, the young man used space magic and disappeared into the tranquil lake.

After the young man disappeared, the projection of time and space shattered and the surroundings fell into darkness.

The next moment, countless images emerged like a tide, interweaving and flashing in the space.

Weilin raised his head and stared at the images.

In the picture, the memory scenes of the silver dragon and his grandfather are shown one by one.

"My lord, do you think it is possible that Lord Odor is the high elf?" Kyle stared at the memory picture and couldn't help but ask.

Weilin thought for a moment and gave an ambiguous answer: "It is possible, but perhaps it is just our over-imagination."

Time passed minute by minute, and half an hour later, the picture suddenly disappeared without any warning, and finally stopped at the moment when the silver dragon left.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be broken and shattered.

Weilin and Kyle saw nothing but a flash before their eyes, and then they were back to the alley that was once so bustling.

Looking at the noisy crowd and bustling streets around him, Weilin couldn't help but reach out and touch his chest.

"Master, what happened?" Kyle noticed Weilin's actions and asked with concern.

Weilin took a deep breath and replied slowly, "The disc... was taken away."