Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

When the war broke out, the Southern Army Command had very few matters to deal with.

This war does not seek a quick victory, the ultimate goal is just to capture the six southern regions of the Kingdom of Skalovyi.

In addition, due to an agreement reached with King Rivakanmon of the Skalovian Kingdom, countless troops belonging to the Church of the Beast God were betrayed, and countless warriors loyal to the Church of the Beast God died in this conspiracy.

In addition, Revakanmon also held high the banner of faith, continuously drawing noble troops from other regions and sending them to the western border, preparing to take this opportunity to consolidate the power of the royal family and weaken the strength of the nobles.

On the streets of Tarafa City, the capital of Tarafa Region, Weilin was strolling around with a few guards.

He didn't need to worry about this war. He only needed to inspect the warehouse regularly to make sure the wealth belonging to the Southern Army would not be stolen by rats.

As time passed, the southern army made steady progress and gradually encroached on the land of the six western regions of the Kingdom of Skalovyi.

……

On September 9760, 9 of the Glorious Calendar, the once prosperous Angoya Empire was on the verge of collapse, its territory was lost, and its capital was besieged and about to fall.

Beneath the city walls, there were countless corpses piled up, including those of Ansas and Tetons, Northern and Southern Milos, and even Angoyas.

On the city wall, the eyes of the defending troops were filled with fatigue.

A young knight took off his helmet, leaned against the low wall, and looked at his sword with a broken edge, his face full of bitterness.

The siege lasted for two months without interruption, and hundreds of thousands of people died.

The blood dyed the moat red, and the corpses of the aquatic monsters were choked to death.

The enemy had priests, but they did not.

The superiority is obvious, the casualties continue to rise, and now even ordinary people have to take up weapons and climb the city walls, but what role can ordinary people play?

"Sir, please have some water." A thin soldier came to the young knight with a bowl of water and said respectfully with a hint of fear on his face.

The young knight took the wooden bowl, looked down at the blood-red water in the bowl, and drank it all without changing his expression.

"How many people are left in your team?"

Handing the wooden bowl to the thin soldier, the young knight asked.

The thin soldier had a bitter look on his face. He opened his mouth, paused for a long time, and finally said a number.

"Eight."

"Eight people, only one out of a hundred survives?"

Hearing this number, the young knight muttered to himself, feeling a sense of powerlessness rising in his heart.

He remembered that the troops delivering water had just climbed up the city wall last night. There were more than a thousand soldiers in total. Now it was just past noon and they were almost gone.

There are more than three million people in the imperial capital, and I don’t know how long they can hold out.

Maybe it will be over soon, this war will be over soon, but I don’t know if I can live to see that time.

"My Lord, I hope...I hope..."

Looking at the thin soldier who was hesitating, the young knight forced a smile on his face and said calmly: "Don't be impatient, speak slowly."

"Sir, I hope you can take this letter to my father, who should be at...should be at..."

As he spoke, the thin soldier didn't know what to say.

After being forcibly conscripted into the army, he lost contact with his family. In the turbulent times, his family might have been wiped out.

Upon seeing this, the young knight snatched the letter and looked at the name on it.

"Kern, it's a nice name."

"I swear in the name of Lantuta that I will do my best to help you deliver the letter to your family."

"Of course, provided I am still alive."

"Thank you, sir." The thin soldier knelt on the ground and knocked his head to the ground.

"Go back and prepare. We don't know how many rounds of sieges will come. Try your best to survive." The young knight stuffed the letter into the inside of his armor, stepped forward to help the other party up, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, my lord. May the God of Beasts protect you!"

The thin soldier thanked him, picked up his weapon and left.

Watching the other person's back disappear, the young knight picked up the helmet and put it on his head.

"Master, I'm back."

A knight with three seals came up to the young knight, bowed and saluted, with a somewhat sad look on his face.

"Go ahead."

The young knight looked calm as he quietly looked at the Knight of Three Seals, waiting for his answer.

"Master, your sister, Miss Duliva, died in the battle."

"Really?" The young knight's voice was flat. He turned around and looked outside the city. There were corpses everywhere and troops were gathering in the distance. "She didn't have to go to the battlefield. Since she chose this path, she can't blame anyone else if she dies."

"Master, you..."

"I'm in a good mood, don't worry."

"Have a good rest, it will start again soon, try to survive."

After saying this, the young knight picked up his sword and left this section of the city wall.

It was impossible for him not to feel pain when his beloved sister died in the war, but he didn't know how long he could live.

The war drums sounded and a new round of siege began.

During the battle for the city wall, the young knight wielded his broken knight's sword, forgetting his pain.

As night fell, the enemy retreated again.

Sitting among the corpses, taking off his helmet, leaning against the wall, looking at the sunset, he realized that he was alive again.

Looking around, a broken palm made him feel inexplicably familiar.

Grabbing it and looking at the mark on his middle finger, the young knight whispered, "It seems you didn't make it."

Soon after, more than a thousand armored soldiers were sent to the city wall to replace the previous annihilated troops and continue to guard this section of the city wall.

……

On October 10, a strange phenomenon occurred on the Metagea plane.

Feeling the vibration of magic, Weilin stopped practicing, walked out of the secret room, came to the garden, and looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled. The trees in the garden shook violently, and the leaves rustled.

Seeing through the clouds, Verin could see a star breaking away from the constraints of the Metagea plane and escaping towards the astral realm.

"The war is coming to an end."

Recalling the secret that his grandfather told him, this should be the God of Beasts leaving the Metagea plane and heading to the astral realm with his own kingdom of God.

As the stars faded away, the atmosphere between heaven and earth became more and more oppressive. This was a manifestation of the anger of the Metagea plane itself. Even the world consciousness could only try its best to appease it, but could not completely calm it down.

"My Lord, the clergy of the Church of the God of the Beast imprisoned in the city are going mad."

Kyle fell from the sky, came to Weilin's side, and began to report.

"Their god has abandoned them, so they will naturally go crazy." Weilin said to Kyle while staring at the scene in the sky.

As he spoke, a beam of light shot towards the kingdom of the God of Beasts. It was unknown whether it was the work of the indigenous gods or the dark hands of the gods of the world of Ilaria.