Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"Lord Walton, what should we do next?" A black-robed man asked with his head down.

The leading black-robed man looked at the chaos on the battlefield and said in a deep voice: "Lord Berg asked us to launch a tentative attack on the Silver Dragon Burke Kingdom to scout the situation. Enzo, do you think that with the three of us, can we fight this Knight of the West Wind?"

"Definitely lose." Enzo answered seriously.

"Hume, what do you think?" Walton turned to ask another person.

"No chance of winning." The black-robed man Hume replied indifferently.

"After the group of jackals and ogres who lost their minds in the dragon smoke and mist die, we will evacuate." Walton set the tone for this matter.

The two were silent, without raising any objections, and agreed with the decision of their superior in their hearts.

Walton glanced at the two people, and could not find other expressions on Enzo and Hume's faces.

Both of them were his subordinates, but he didn't know who was the undercover sent to him by Priest Berg, or they were all, or he was worrying too much.

Although I can kill them now, it will be difficult to explain after I go back, so I can only give up this idea.

The factions within the Dragon Worship Cult are complicated. If it weren't for the operation six years ago, eight of my loyal subordinates were killed by the violent and insane red dragon to cover my evacuation. I don't have to be so cautious now and be ordered around by Berg, the bastard.

"Recently, the legendary silver dragon has been exploring this area from time to time. The source should be this Knight of Favonius. Maybe I can take advantage of it and let Berg, the bastard, die in the hands of the silver dragon."

Wharton observed the situation on the battlefield expressionlessly, but he was constantly thinking about the feasibility of this plan in his heart.

As long as Berg is killed, he will take the position of priest with the support of Bishop Maroqi.

"Lord Walton, the dragon smoke mist will last for half an hour, and the group of jackals and ogres will soon regain consciousness." The black-robed man Hume stretched out his hand covered with black dragon scales, pointed to the battlefield ahead, and reminded his boss.

Walton glanced at them coldly and said to them, "Let's go."

After getting the information he wanted, Walton was not going to stay for long.

Although he had swallowed half of the red dragon's heart and had the strength of a high-level gold, he had no confidence in surviving a real dragon knight.

As for his two subordinates, although they had the strength of a low-level gold, they were just like that when facing a red dragon, and they could not withstand a few red dragon magma breaths.

As time passed mercilessly, the confused jackals and the confused ogres looked at each other, at a loss.

They were in chaos, like headless flies who had lost their direction.

At this critical moment, they had to make the wisest choice quickly to save their lives.

So, they grabbed the dog-headed men and goblins around them without hesitation, used them as meat shields, and fled to the back in a panic.

And the remaining dog-headed men and goblins also discovered the fleeing jackals and ogres at the first time, and they joined the escape sequence without hesitation.

At the same time, the warriors of the Zeferus Legion pursued the victory, their morale was high, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable. Countless jackals and ogres lost their lives in this pursuit, their heads were chopped off, and the blood dyed the earth red.

Verin stood on Serafina's head, watching the battle below with deep eyes.

"Are there any other creatures around?"

"Master, no." Serafina answered.

Looking at the victory, Verin had a premonition that someone or some creature must be spying on him in secret.

Nearing night, in the jungle camp, Verin sat on a boulder, and Serafina stood behind him.

"Sir Knight of Favonius, in this battle, 111 warriors of the Zeferus Legion were killed, 326 warriors were injured, and a total of 926 jackals, 127 ogres, countless dog-headed men and goblins were killed, with a total number of more than 5,000." Cyrus's armor gaps were filled with blood and flesh, and he stood in front of Verin and reported the situation.

"Collect the bodies of the fallen warriors and take them back for a proper burial."

"Yes, sir."

Two days later, the Zeferus Legion returned triumphantly.

Under Verin's instruction, this victory spread throughout the Zeferus territory.

Verin took advantage of the reputation of the Zeferus Legion's founding battle and began to make changes to the administrative agencies in the Zeferus territory.

Many tribal leaders and village governors were uncomfortable with the sudden changes, but they did not dare to resist, but took the initiative to promote them.

With absolute strength and great prestige, no dragon man or dragon-like creature dared to offend this Knight of West Wind.

This reform is mainly divided into three aspects.

First, the tribal system is changed to the village system, the position of the patriarch is abolished, and the position of the archon is replaced, but the position of the militia commander is additionally established, and the strongest person in the tribe used to hold this position.

Second, the original hereditary system of village and town archons is broken, but the deputy archon can be inherited for two hundred years, but the main position must be appointed by him or the future archon of Zeferus.

Third, the migration policy, at least one thousand people in each area must be migrated to the East Lake District, and young and middle-aged people must account for 70% of the migrated population.

For the reform, Weilin is going to start first, and after Orlando takes office, he will give it to him to play.

…

On July 1, 9742 of the Glorious Calendar, Weilin had been in the territory of Zeferus for almost half a year without knowing it. I wonder if Kyle and the others in the capital miss me.

At night, by the window, Weilin was alone, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

Except that no griffin came to ask for wine, there was basically no change.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the familiar voice sounded again.

[In the valley 600 kilometers east of Zeferus, there is a Dragon Worship Cult stronghold. Thirty kilometers north of the stronghold, there is a secret teleportation array exit, and there is no legendary Dragon Worship Cult elder. ]

"Dragon Worship Cult, it's fate. Last time I gave it to Aljeta as a bargaining chip, who should I give it to this time?"

If he wanted, he could notify Kyle and Aljeta now, and wipe out this Dragon Worship Cult stronghold with his own strength. Under the big background, with this merit, he would definitely gain great reputation and high honor in the Silver Dragon Burke Kingdom.

However, for Weilin, his focus is on the Kingdom of Elijah, after all, that is his root.

Weilin shook the wine in the glass and began to think about maximizing benefits.

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