Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Ten days later, Weilin passed the last level.

Looking at the soul-level low-level frost giant puppet whose core was shattered, Weilin lay on the ground without any image, looked up at the sky, and enjoyed a moment of peace.

In the past ten years, he had not thought as much as in these ten days.

"Master Weilin, congratulations on completing the three trials."

"I will send you out of the trial secret realm in half an hour."

As the voice on the sky disappeared, a badge appeared in the air and slowly landed in Weilin's hands.

He sat up and carefully observed the words on the badge.

Unfortunately, it was not a common language or an elven language.

Looking up at the top of the trial hall, Weilin silently estimated the time in his heart.

Time passed by minute by minute, and half an hour passed in a flash.

"Dong--"

"Dong--"

As the bell rang, the space gate appeared at Weilin's feet.

Looking back, he had also spent ten days here, and he didn't know when his father would enter here again next time.

As the light emerged, Weilin's figure disappeared in the trial secret realm.

In the central control center of the floating city of Fuluo, Weilin opened his eyes and looked at the two people who were playing chess.

After hearing the noise, the Duke of Moravia turned his head to look at Weilin and asked with a smile: "How do you feel?"

Weilin walked straight to his grandfather's side, sat on the floor, and replied with a smile: "It feels good! However, when I think that my father can't experience this kind of fun in a short time, I feel sorry for him."

Listening to Weilin's words, the Duke of Moravia's expression became a little strange. After thinking for a long time, he slowly said: "Your father is so lucky to have a son like you."

Weilin spread his hands, a bright smile on his face, and said: "Grandpa, you see I have successfully passed the trial, so don't pursue the previous things anymore."

"Well..."

"Grandpa, how are you studying those things."

Seeing his grandfather's thoughts, Weilin quickly changed the subject.

"It will take some time, but it will be soon." Talking about the three items, Duke Moravia couldn't help but sigh, "The most surprising thing is that this world once had a brilliant magic civilization, but it was defeated."

"Is that so!"

Duke Moravia wanted to throw him into another trial secret realm for the boy's undisguised suspicion, but when he thought of the floating city's need to reserve magic power, he gave up the idea.

The ten days of opening the trial secret realm drained half of the magic power reserve of the floating city of Fuluo.

Feeling the malicious eyes of his grandfather, Weilin tried to show his harmless side.

Three hours later, as the last chess piece fell, the two ended the game of chess.

"Weilin, if you want to accumulate enough military merits to be promoted to earl this time, you have to hurry up." Duke Moravia put away the chess game and turned to his grandson.

After hearing this, Weilin calmly asked: "Grandpa, how long will it take for the war to end?"

"Two years at the shortest and three years at the longest."

"So short?"

Weilin muttered this time, his face full of doubts.

Seeing this, the Duke of Moravia sealed the surrounding space and slowly said: "The God of Beasts and the Goddess of Life have reached a deal. After this crown leaves this world, the five faith countries will change their ways and submit to the expeditionary army."

Hearing this news, Weilin was silent for a moment.

As for Kyle, there was not much surprise.

The complex taboo knowledge in the heart of angels has similar records, and this kind of thing is not new.

As long as the interests are sufficient, even mortal enemies can sit together to negotiate.

"Grandpa, is the Storm God giving up the Teton Kingdom also part of the deal?" Weilin pondered for a moment and asked.

Upon hearing this, the Duke of Moravia shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, this is not the case, because the God of Storms is part of the deal."

"Okay, that's it. There are some things that you two should not know too much about."

"Go back and work hard. After the war is over, I can attend your knighthood promotion ceremony."

"Okay, Grandpa, I'll go back first."

After the magic shield dissipated, Weilin and Kyle left the control center and flew to the military camp outside Teton City.

On the training ground, Kyle waved to open the Messier demiplane passage.

The next moment, a ten-meter-high portal appeared in front of more than a thousand Teton soldiers stationed in the Vilisha military camp.

In the demiplane, the army assembled and crossed the demiplane passage in an orderly manner in battalions.

In mid-air, Weilin stood with his hands behind his back, and his sharp eyes swept across the assembled military formation of the 15th Army.

Every soldier had a solemn expression, a strict military appearance, and high morale.

When the last battalion of 3,000 soldiers of the Mines Army passed through the half-plane passage, the 230,000 troops of the 15th Army finally completed their assembly.

Looking down, 233 thousand-man army formations were closely arranged, as solid as a steel wall, filling the entire Vilisha camp.

Hebrew stood in front of the formation, looking excited.

In the past six months, he has been a lot of trouble for the generals and officers of various armies in order to train the army.

For this very capable acting commander, everyone dared not speak out, either looking forward to the arrival of the next war or looking forward to Weilin's return.

Under the gaze of more than 200,000 soldiers, Weilin slowly landed on the general platform.

A strong wind blew, and the flag of Qixingling fluttered in the air, rustling.

Hebrew drew out his knight's sword, stood in front of his chest, and said loudly: "My lord, the deputy general of the 15th Army, Hebrew, and the 233,587 soldiers of the 15th Army salute you!"

The voice was loud and echoed throughout the military camp.

The soldiers holding guns and swords and wearing iron armor all straightened their chests, with a firm light flashing in their eyes.

The next moment, under the leadership of the generals of each army, they moved in unison and saluted Weilin by beating their chests.

"Get up."

The voice of Weilin rang in the ears of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Under the command of the commander, everyone raised their heads with reverence in their eyes.

"Rest for three days and set off in three days."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Hebrew answered loudly, and then commanded the generals of each department to plan the camp.

On the other side, Weilin and Kyle returned to Cummins Manor, ready to take away some strange items and fine works of art.

In order to take some face into consideration, Weilin did not choose to scrape the land, but only put one-third of the items in Cummins Manor into the space of the Druid's Book.

At this moment, in the city of Geman, after the leaders of various forces received intelligence about the situation of the Vilisha military camp, they began to examine whether they had offended the expeditionary ambassador.

As a viscount, he led an army of 200,000, which made them realize that this ambassador not only had a strong background, but also had terrifying abilities.

In the evening, watching the cars leaving and being sent to Cummins Manor, Weilin sighed at the wealth of the nobles of the Teton Kingdom and regretted that the Teton Kingdom surrendered too early.

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