Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

A floating city appeared out of nowhere above the city of Heina in the Heina region of the Kingdom of Arland, causing chaos below.

Upon seeing this, the general defending the city immediately sent someone to Sriviri City to report the matter to Weilin.

After receiving the news of his grandfather's arrival, Weilin rushed to Haina City overnight.

At the port where the floating city of Fulo was docked, Weilin descended from the sky, looked at the busy magic puppets, and walked towards the control center very skillfully.

As for Kyle, he did not come this time, but was in charge of military and political affairs in Sriveli City.

As soon as his front foot stepped into the control center, his back foot was triggered to teleport.

With a flick of his eyes, Weilin returned to the familiar scene.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound indicating the start of the trial.

"This is not a trial, this is my demiplane." The figure of the Duke of Moravia appeared behind Weilin and said with a smile.

Hearing his grandfather's voice, Weilin turned around, feeling relieved, and then asked, "Grandpa, why did you bring me here?"

"Of course I have to talk to you first, so that you won't fall into the trap of those old guys." The Duke of Moravia took out a set of chairs and motioned for Weilin to sit down and talk.

Weilin sat down opposite his grandfather and asked in confusion, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Besides me, there are four other legends in this floating city. One is a saint, and the other three are from the Kingdom of North Issi." The Duke of Moravia projected the faces of the three legends in the air as he spoke.

"This is Duke Monian Crazy, a legendary mid-level dragon knight. His soul mate is a gem dragon, a legendary low-level dragon knight with strong power."

Looking at the Duke of Moniancrech, who was dressed in black, had a resolute face and a majestic aura, Weilin asked curiously, "Grandpa, is he better than you?"

"In close combat, he's better than me, but I can't let him get close to me."

Upon hearing this answer, Weilin's mouth twitched. It seemed that this Duke of Moniancrech was really strong and could receive such an evaluation from his grandfather.

Although my grandfather is a legendary mid-level arcanist, his melee combat ability is not weak. He once fought a tie with the legendary mid-level knight Caesarmiller Silves.

From this, it can be seen that the Duke of Monian Cratchit is definitely a legendary powerhouse of the second tier.

Unfortunately, this is a different world, not the Arnold subcontinent, otherwise by silently reciting his name, we would be able to know the legends that this legend once experienced.

"The second one is named Rahapa, you can call him the Venerable One."

"Your Excellency, why do you address me like that?"

"Although he believes in the Goddess of Life, he is not a legend of the Northern Issi Kingdom. He is a legendary low-level ice wizard who pursues the truth. Calling him Venerable is a sign of respect for him. Don't call him the wrong name."

"Yeah, I understand." Weilin nodded and replied, keeping these words in mind.

The Duke of Moravia did not introduce much about this wizard.

"The last one is named Bridgewater Seavis, a legendary low-level knight. You can just call him His Highness."

"Your Highness, could this person be a member of the royal family of the Kingdom of Northern Issi?" Weilin asked with curiosity on his face.

"Yes, the composition of the Northern Issi Kingdom Expeditionary Force is similar to that of the Ilia Kingdom Expeditionary Force, with the top brass consisting of nobles, royal families, and the church." Duke Moravia stroked his beard and answered, "His voice in the Northern Issi Kingdom Expeditionary Force is similar to that of Bradley Silves. Both are marginal figures."

When Weilin heard this, this word popped up in his mind and he said, "Participation is the most important thing."

"That's understandable."

"Internal benefits have not yet been distributed. When you meet these old guys asking questions, try not to say too much."

"With me here, your part is definitely needed."

Hearing his grandfather's promise, Weilin was deeply moved and then asked, "Grandpa, I want the Anqiluo family of the Apfeng Kingdom to personally execute their children."

"I'll take note of this little thing."

After the conversation, the Duke of Moravia took Verin to visit those legends.

With his grandfather's explanation, Weilin was able to handle the meeting with the three legends with ease, and received a gift from them.

After revealing his face, Weilin returned to Sriveli City with gifts.

He did not need to be responsible for the negotiation matters. The next step was to mobilize the army, rush to the aid of Hebrews, and attack the Grand Duchy of Brela.

Three days later, the blockade between the Haina Region and the Billion Region was lifted, but the delegation led by Marquis Kalima of the Apfeng Kingdom did not dare to set foot into the Haina Region.

As the situation escalated, he was no longer qualified to serve as a negotiating representative.

A few days later, the Apfeng Kingdom expeditionary force headquarters recalled Marquis Kkarima and all members of the delegation.

On October 9758, 10 of the Glorious Calendar, Weilin left more than 22 troops from the Black Rock Army and the Mines Army in the Haina Region, and led the remaining troops westward to prepare to occupy the Laber Region.

On October 10, the Teton Kingdom's naval fleet wiped out the Third Fleet of the Grand Duchy of Brela in the waters near the Laber Region, captured the Third Fleet's commander, Hiroyan, and more than 25 soldiers who fell into the water, and seized more than ten warships.

At the bow of the giant ship, a middle-aged man in gray-black armor looked at the driftwood floating on the sea surface, feeling very emotional and a little desolate.

"Kneel down."

Two guards brought a shirtless, bald man to the middle-aged man and scolded him loudly.

Seeing the bald man's tough attitude, the other two guards drew their swords, ready to cut off the bald man's legs and force him to kneel in front of their commander.

"Well, if he doesn't want to kneel, then don't kneel."

After hearing the commander's order, the four guards let go of the struggling bald man and stepped aside.

"Shiro Yang, long time no see!"

"Pooh--"

The bald man with his hands bound showed disdain, spat, and turned his head away, unwilling to look at this traitor.

"For decades, I have thought about you every day."

"Clement, stop talking nonsense here. If you want to kill me, just do it. I am not afraid of you." The bald man turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man, and said loudly.

"Killing you would be too easy for you." The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed the rope that was holding the bald man. With a ferocious expression on his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will chop that damn woman into pieces in front of you and feed it to you to avenge my people."

"Cut off his limbs and hang him over the stern."

"Yes, General."

The four guards received the order, dragged the bald man aside, took out their battle axes, and chopped off his limbs.

His own seal was blocked, and the bald man's limbs were only slightly harder than steel. In less than half an hour, all his limbs were chopped off.