Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"Xilaiya, I have something important to do now. When I come back, I want to have a good fight with you."

A smile appeared on the silver-haired elf's face, and he slowly said, "Lorax, if you can touch the edge of my clothes, I will fight you."

The black-haired burly man glared at the silver-haired elf fiercely and said nothing more.

If this guy didn't let him go, he really wouldn't have been able to touch the corner of the other person's clothes.

Behind the crowd, Verin silently recited the name of Lorax, and a new title emerged in his mind - the Lord of Cold Light, a legendary mid-level ancient silver dragon, now 3,537 years old. Before ascending to the legendary level, he used his human form to repel two undead legends, and in dragon form, he broke a world tree of the second energy world and escaped from the pursuit of several legendary powerhouses.

His other contributions to the world are too numerous to count, but compared to these two, they are not worthy of mention.

The Lord of Cold Light has profound attainments in magic. He can argue the principles of laws with legendary masters who specialize in ice magic and make the other party feel inferior. However, he prefers passionate close combat, which confuses the world.

Seeing that the other party did not react, the silver-haired elf waved his hand to open a demi-dimensional passage and took everyone in.

"Are you going in by yourself? Or am I going to kick you in?"

Hearing the words of the silver-haired elf, the black-haired burly man snorted coldly and entered the demiplane.

The distance between the Sinops Subcontinent and the Brizet Subcontinent is not far, but it is definitely not close either. If he can take a shortcut, he would not be stupid enough to fly there.

After the black-haired burly man entered the demiplane, the silver-haired elf closed the passage, took out the leaves, played a piece of music for himself, then took the leaves back and flew to the north.

Time surrounds the Silver Moon Elf, providing it with protection.

The normal speed is accelerated by time, reaching a thousand times the speed of ordinary legendary movement.

In just one minute, tens of thousands of kilometers can be covered.

The two subcontinents are 1.2 million kilometers apart, and it only takes half an hour to get there at "normal speed", but the accelerated time movement cannot be maintained for a long time. It is necessary to exit every three minutes and rest for half an hour to let the traces of time fade on the surface of one's soul.

In addition, there are several dangerous places between the two subcontinents that cannot be crossed and require a detour.

In the demiplane, a sturdy black-haired man stepped into it and disappeared in front of everyone in less than a second, leaving room for others to communicate.

Without the presence of the Lord of Cold Light, everyone gradually relaxed and began to talk to each other.

In less than a moment, several moon elves transformed from silver dragons walked towards Alaric and saluted him to show their respect.

Seeing this, Alaric explained to Verin, "This is the Knight of Favonius. You should all know him."

A young silver dragon nodded in response, then looked at Weilin and introduced himself, "Sroya Sarnada, it's a pleasure to meet you here, Knight of Favonius."

"Kritchens Sarnada, part of my name." The silver dragon woman standing on the left side of Sloya said with a cold expression.

The young silver dragon standing on the right side of Sloa placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Gnar Sarnada, greetings to the Knight of Favonius."

Weilin placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and responded, "Welin Aix, I am honored to meet you three."

Kyle, who was standing behind Weilin, bowed in greeting. As for Celeste, he just nodded and did nothing else.

After they got to know each other, Kritsins turned and left without any intention of talking.

Silua stayed for a few minutes, apologized, and then turned and left.

As for Gnar, he stayed for more than ten minutes, talked about a few small topics with Weilin, and then left on the pretext that he was summoned by someone else.

Weilin didn't care about Sanlong's departure.

We don't have anything in common to begin with, and forcing ourselves to stay together would only make things awkward.

Alaric, who was chatting with his friend at the side, saw this and stopped talking temporarily, came to Weilin and said, "Weilin, those three guys are usually like this, you don't have to worry about it."

Seeing this, Weilin smiled and responded, "Uncle Alaric, just get to know each other. If we don't have common topics to talk about, staying together will only make both sides feel awkward."

"Call me something."

"I see."

After finishing his conversation with Alaric, Weilin sat down and continued to discuss interesting topics with Kyle and Celeste.

There were thirty-one people present, forming eleven circles in groups of three or four. Some were simply communicating, some were exchanging interests, and some were even hiding in the corners chatting about topics that were not suitable to be overheard by others.

"Knight Celeste, there's someone you know here."

Seeing the curious look in Weilin's eyes, Celeste pondered for a moment, nodded, raised his finger and pointed at the orc man not far away, and said, "That guy's name is Laford, I know him."

Weilin looked in the direction of Celeste's finger and discovered that the sturdy half-orc was also secretly observing them.

When the sturdy half-orc discovered that his peeping was discovered, he immediately turned around and joined the conversation of the other three orcs to demonstrate the panic in his eyes.

“It’s so fun!”

Weilin stroked his chin, looked at the orc for a while, then turned to Celeste and asked, "What did you do to make him only dare to observe you secretly?"

"He once said rude words to the Saint, and I beat him half to death." Celeste answered calmly.

Hearing this, Kyle turned to look at Celeste with a look of surprise in his eyes, as if asking why the other party did not humanely destroy him but spared his life.

Celeste hugged the knight's sword to his chest, glanced at Kyle, and said, "I usually only kill people from the cult. I only lose my judgment when I'm angry."

Hearing this, Kyle raised his eyebrows and said to Celeste, "You need to change this, otherwise it will be very difficult for you when you embark on the trial path of the Dawn Paladin."

"Let's talk about it later." Celeste replied

Upon hearing this, Weilin looked at Celeste deeply. It was rare that he didn't hear this guy refuse outright. It seemed that there had indeed been some changes, but not much.

As time passed slowly, in the blink of an eye, it was six hours later.

During this period, Weilin made full use of his harmless side, chatting with every strong man from various countries who went to participate in the Sea and Sky Ice Abyss, and obtained some basic information.

There are only three silver dragons and Alaric from the Silver Dragon Berk Kingdom, a total of four. As for the legendary strong man, he is naturally not counted.

There are seven from the Moon Elf Kingdom, four from the Orc Kingdom, three from the Ashe Magic Kingdom, two from the Belfas Kingdom, three from the Tiprano Kingdom, two from the Imana Half-Elven Principality, one adventurer from the Saker Kingdom in the western part of the Sinapus subcontinent, and the last two are from the Sivir Kingdom. These are all the members.

Among the people present, none of them were lower than the middle level of Soul Intent. As for the high level of Soul Intent, there were eight, two were close to becoming legends, and one was on the road to becoming a legend.