Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Half a month later, a sky city descended from the sky and stayed three thousand meters above Teton City.

On this day, a large number of Tetons looked at the island floating in the sky, prostrated themselves on the ground, and prayed for the protection of the gods.

Inside the palace, Elsa came outside the hall and looked up at the sky with shock in her eyes.

Under the threat of the floating city, Elsa gave up the idea of ​​testing.

In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or trick will be exposed.

"Queen, do we need to impose a curfew today?" Virginia, the commander of the queen's garrison, came behind Elsa, knelt on one knee, bowed her head, and asked respectfully.

"No need." Elsa looked down at Virginia and said in a deep voice, "Prepare military supplies for another 100,000 people and send them to the Vilisha military camp."

"Yes, Queen."

Virginia bowed respectfully, then stood up and left.

In Cummins Manor, Weilin looked at the floating city of Flo and hesitated whether to go to see his grandfather.

As he was hesitating, a light suddenly appeared under his feet.

Looking down, it was a space teleportation spell.

Now it's okay, no need to worry about it.

Under the gaze of many guards, Weilin's figure disappeared in the light.

When the dim light faded and Weilin opened his eyes, he saw his grandfather sitting on the throne, looking at him with a smile.

"Grandpa, long time no see, how are you these days?"

"I'm not feeling well." The Duke of Moravia stood up and flashed in front of Weilin. "I heard that the Duke of Moravia is very greedy for money. Did you know this?"

Weilin tried to look innocent and said, "Grandpa, I don't understand what you are saying."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. You will understand in a moment."

Hearing this, Weilin turned his head to look at Kyle, and when he saw Kyle's evasive eyes, he realized that he had been betrayed.

"Grandpa, you..."

"We'll talk about it when you come out."

As soon as the Duke of Moravia finished speaking, a space gate appeared under his feet.

The next moment, Weilin's figure disappeared from the control center of the Fulo Floating City.

The Duke of Moravia took out the chessboard, motioned Kyle to sit down, and asked, "Are you not afraid that he will alienate you by doing this?"

Seeing this, Kyle sat down opposite the Duke of Moravia and said with a smile, "My Lord Duke, last time I made a bet with the Lord, I lost and he got a year of rest, so I plan to pass the trial level you prepared for Lord Angus to improve his combat skills."

"Hahaha, you know what, this kid is incredibly lazy. This is a good thing for him."

"Besides, I have long wanted to teach this brat a lesson. The humility he had when he was young is completely gone. He always uses his mother as a shield. This time I will simply not give him a chance to speak, so he won't feel guilty."

Having said that, the Duke of Moravia placed the first chess piece and signaled Kyle to make the second move with his eyes.

Seeing this, Kyle took out a chess piece and placed it on the edge. Then he looked up at the Duke of Moravia and said slowly, "My Lord Duke, how did you study the white slate?"

"No progress." Duke Moravia placed the chess piece in the center and said, "The white slate is divided into yin and yang. The slate with positive feedback exists in the real world, while the slate with negative absorption is scattered in the cracks of Metagea's plane space. It is difficult to find its trace."

"This plane world has just been absorbed by the main world, and the shadow world has not yet been fully constructed, let alone connected with the shadow world of the main world. Those shadow monsters, minions of evil gods, lost people, etc. are all hiding in the space cracks, making it chaotic."

"If you want to capture the cathode side of the white slate, you have to wait at least a hundred years until the shadow world of this world is built and connected to the shadow world of the main world. Only after the world guards clean up the mess can you start."

"If Weilin wants to slack off by using this method, his offspring may still have a chance, but as for him as a father, that is impossible."

The two looked up at each other and smiled.

As for the person the two were discussing, he was sitting in front of the first trial level, thinking hard.

Looking at the one hundred and twenty golden high-level magic combat puppets cooperating with each other, Weilin felt a lot of pressure.

I don’t know what means my grandfather used, but his connection with the demiplane is still there, but he can’t open it.

The internal space of the Druid's Book on the back of the hand is also in a sealed state. As for the space ring, it cannot even be sensed.

"Kyle and Grandpa must be playing chess, damn it!"

After sighing for a while, Weilin stood up from the ground.

He knew very well why Kyle did this, and although he felt a little dissatisfied, he mostly smiled bitterly.

As for resentment towards Kyle, there is none at all.

Ultimately, he is the culprit.

The promises you made to yourself must be fulfilled even if you have to kneel.

Looking back on my experiences over the past twenty years, it has indeed been smooth sailing, with a lack of struggle.

“I never thought I would experience the same treatment my old father gave me one day.”

Taking a deep breath, Weilin multitasked, performing combat skills and casting spells at the same time, rushing towards the magic combat puppet.

In the fierce collision, with the tacit cooperation of the magic combat puppets, Weilin's potential was stimulated, and he became more and more proficient in the use of combat skills and spells.

Feeling the pain in his body, the ferocity in Weilin was aroused.

He smashed the head of a golden high-level magic combat puppet with one punch, tore off an arm, used it as a long sword, and swung out [Kong-Wanmu].

In an instant, green branches quickly grew on the bodies of dozens of combat puppets, and the magic cores stored in their hearts were completely destroyed.

A breeze blew by, and the extremely sturdy combat puppet was scattered into pieces on the ground.

Half an hour later, the last high-level golden combat puppet was destroyed, and the magic power and fighting spirit in Weilin's body were drained.

He lay on the light board, watching the battle scene unfold, and Weilin suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Master Weilin, congratulations on passing the first level - the trial level. Next, you will challenge the first official level, facing 360 high-level golden combat puppets. I hope you can succeed."

The next moment, the light dissipated, and Weilin felt the abundant magic power and fighting spirit in his body, but he was not happy because there were three hundred and sixty high-level golden combat puppets standing in front of him.

At this moment, Weilin might have some understanding of why his father was afraid of seeing his grandfather.

"Unless it's something important, I will never go to see grandpa again." Weilin gritted his teeth, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He sat on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, frowning slightly, thinking about his response strategy.

From the first battle, he knew that this was a mirror image, and everything was simulated. Therefore, he had countless opportunities to try and make mistakes.