Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

After a while, Kyle finished his exploration of the dungeon and took back his clone.

The two looked at each other and knew what the other wanted to say without words.

Jump down from the surface, feel the wind passing through the skin, and enjoy the feeling of free fall.

When they were ten meters above the dungeon, the two stood steadily in the air, overlooking the magic shield rising from the dungeon, which was flashing red light.

Kyle stretched out his hands, silently chanting a language that Weilin could not understand, and the magic power shining with colorful light condensed at his fingertips, and then was drawn into silk threads, flew into the magic shield, and merged into it.

With a slight turbulence, the surface of the magic shield slowly melted, revealing a passage for one person to enter and exit.

"Master, let's go."

Seeing this, Weilin went straight through the passage and entered the magic shield.

Kyle followed closely and entered the dungeon when the magic shield was closed again.

On the ground, three adventurers lay on the edge of the cliff and witnessed the two enter the mysterious underground city with their own eyes.

"Brother, what should we do?"

"What should we do? Of course, we should go back to sleep. Otherwise, what else can we do?" The leading young man spread his hands and showed a helpless look.

The short and thin young man touched his head, looked past the young man and looked at another companion.

"Can you open the transparent lid?"

"No."

"That's it. You can't open the lid, and you still ask what to do. Isn't this a waste of time?"

Hearing the answer from his companion, the short and thin young man touched the back of his head, and it seemed to be the case.

When he came to his senses, he looked at his brother and companions who were getting farther and farther away, holding a dagger and quickly followed them.

Around the deep pit, the adventurers who knew that their abilities were limited left one after another.

The remaining dozens of adventurers firmly believed that they were lucky and destined to be lucky, so they would definitely be able to pick up the leak, so they each looked for a place they thought was safe to hide.

In the underground city, there was a scene of a lost ancient battlefield.

Looking at the corpses lying on the street, Weilin squatted down and touched them lightly, and they dispersed into smoke and dust.

Picking up the dagger on the ground, it only stayed in his hand for a few seconds, and then it decayed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Weilin stood up, walked to a stone house, and reached out to touch it.

"Bang——"

With the sound of shattering, the stone house collapsed, the stones shattered, scattered into smoke and dust, and disappeared without a trace.

"Why do I feel like I have entered time?" Weilin clapped his hands, took out the smoke and dust in his hand, and said to Kyle.

"My lord, what you see has been through tens of thousands of years. Although it looks strong on the outside, it has been corroded inside." Kyle spread out his hands, condensed a whirlwind of fire in his palm, and threw it out with a thought.

Under the sweep of the whirlwind of fire, various buildings in the underground city turned into smoke and dust and disappeared from Weilin's sight.

Looking around, except for a few statues, the entire underground city has become a huge platform.

"It seems that the remaining treasure is the treasure."

In a flash, Weilin's figure flashed, and in a blink of an eye, he stuffed the statue into the inner space of the Druid's Book.

As for what kind of material these statues are made of, it will not be too late after returning. The main purpose now is to find the magic puppet army.

Kyle, who witnessed all this, touched his chin, looking thoughtful.

"There is an entrance here, come quickly."

Weilin looked at Kyle who was standing in a daze in the distance, waved to him, and then jumped in.

Seeing his master's figure disappear, Kyle lowered his head slightly and said to himself: "This is the greedy character that prevails."

After thinking for a few seconds, Kyle took a step forward, came to the entrance, looked at the dark tunnel, and walked down.

In the quiet tunnel, Weilin's footsteps seemed particularly heavy.

The tunnel was filled with an old atmosphere, as if telling the glory of the past.

Crossing the dried-up underground river, we arrived at the cemetery filled with the breath of death. Looking at more than a thousand tombstones, people felt heavy and depressed.

Walking through the cemetery, we stopped in front of a stone turtle statue.

On both sides of the stone turtle statue, there is a stone tablet.

The stone tablet on the left is engraved with: Glory for thousands of years, brilliant for thousands of years, these eight words seem to tell the former glory and honor of this city.

As for the stone tablet on the right, the handwriting on it seems to have been erased, and its meaning is unknown.

Perhaps on the eve of the destruction of civilization, the owner of this city erased it when his mind was broken.

After stopping the groundless speculation, Weilin explored the entrance around the giant turtle.

As for Kyle, he stood in front of a stone tablet, combined with the gift from the legendary wizard, to interpret the inscription on it and find the entrance.

Half an hour later, Weilin leaned against the stone tablet, obviously giving up the search for clues.

After an unknown amount of time, when Weilin woke up from his drowsy state, he saw densely packed words in front of him. Except for some Lalibottat magic words, he didn't recognize the other words.

Looking at Kyle who was still writing unknown words on the space as paper, Weilin used his brain to read the content on it. Even if he guessed the words he couldn't understand, he could understand the general meaning.

The general meaning was that a legendary wizard was commemorating the death of his old friend, and by the way, he denounced the invasion of alien gods and scolded the shameful betrayers.

As for the information related to the ruins, there was only a little bit, which made Weilin curl his lips, but he didn't complain.

Estimating the time, starting from the time he woke up, Kyle stopped writing in the third hour, waved his hand to disperse the useless words, and only left a few hundred lines to chat.

After obtaining important information, Kyle went straight to the stone statue, put his hand into its mouth, found the key entrance, and pressed it down.

The next moment, a magic circle emerged from the ground, and the surrounding scene began to change.

In less than a moment, the cave with layers of dead air disappeared, replaced by a magnificent palace.

However, in Weilin's perception, all this was illusory.

After a while of groping, Kyle pulled out the upper and lower teeth of the stone turtle.

Weilin turned his head to look, and saw purple magic flowing out of the gap, forming a messy magic thread ball in front of the stone turtle's mouth.

Seeing this, Kyle reached out and grabbed the hundreds of lines of text in the air, and stuffed them into the magic thread ball.

A faint light emerged, and the magic thread ball began to sort itself out.

In less than a few minutes, a turtle made of magic thread appeared in front of the two.

At this point, Kyle couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and put his palm on the heavy part of the stone turtle statue.

"Pass."

A very majestic word resounded throughout the virtual hall.

"Glorious for thousands of years." Kyle said that sentence with a serious face.

As soon as the voice fell, a strong suction force appeared in the mouth of the stone turtle statue. Kyle was quick to grab Weilin's right hand.

The light emerged, the hall dissipated, the cave emerged, and Weilin and Kyle's figures disappeared without a trace.