Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"Go and call all the griffins and ranch slaves."

"Yes, sir."

After receiving the order, more than 300 people dispersed in all directions.

"come over."

Hearing his master's voice, Xing came behind Weilin and lay on the ground, acting as a meat pad.

Leaning against Xing's body, Weilin felt the soft touch, which was very comfortable.

Kyle took out a book and read it as if no one else was watching.

Two hours later, all the ranch slaves and griffons in the entire White Tower Griffin Breeding Ranch gathered on the square, and a black sea surrounded the place.

"Dear Sir, everyone at the ranch is here." Blossom stood in front of Weilin, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully.

Seeing this, Weilin got off Xing's back and walked around to check the quality of the ranchers.

Generally speaking, the division of labor is clear and the management is strict. Except for a few people who are professionals, most of the others are ordinary people without any magic power or fighting spirit in them.

"Is that the leader of the griffon tribe?" Verin asked Brausen, pointing to a muscular griffon.

"Sir, Habbs is the leader of the White Tower Griffin Tribe. He has high-level silver strength. Only the steward can restrain him. Slaves like us don't dare to get close." There was a trace of fear in Blossom's eyes. He opened his mouth and answered.

He looked up with a proud look on his face.

Weilin raised his right hand, gently grabbed it, and lifted up the six-meter-long leader of the White Tower Griffin Tribe.

Seeing their leader in trouble, more than a thousand griffons flapped their wings and wanted to help, but they felt an invisible weight pressing on them, making them unable to move.

"Xing, teach this gryphon a lesson."

"Don't worry, Master, I will let it know what respect is."

Xing stood up excitedly, eyes flashing, and flew into the air, his body gradually growing in size until he returned to his full size.

The eleven-meter-long body shone with golden light under the sunlight, and the golden low-level aura swept out like a raging wave.

Many young griffons were so frightened by this momentum that they peed directly, shivering, and looked at the griffin king in the sky in horror.

“Shasshasha”

The leader of the White Tower Griffin Tribe begged for mercy, his voice full of fear and despair.

Weilin turned a deaf ear to the begging for mercy and threw it directly towards the star with a wave of his arm.

"Sha——"

The painful screams seemed to penetrate the soul, causing many griffons to cover their heads and block their ears, not daring to listen to the heart-rending wails.

In the sky, Xing grabbed the leader of the White Tower Griffin Tribe with his left paw, and punched him in the abdomen with his right paw.

While beating him, he shouted that he was wrong.

"Lord, I feel that Xingjiang thinks that griffon is you." Kyle closed the book and said with a smile.

When Weilin heard this, he covered his face and said helplessly: "It seems that this guy won't correct himself without a few good beatings."

After hearing this, Kyle nodded in agreement: "We really need to give him a good beating, otherwise it will be bad for the Xuefeng clan to be led astray."

At this moment, Xing, who was enjoying the fun of beating the griffin, felt a chill in his back. He looked around with lingering fear. After seeing that there were no enemies, he felt relieved and continued to educate the leader of the White Tower griffon tribe.

Half an hour later, Xing carried the dying griffon back to the square and threw it in front of the White Tower griffon tribe. After walking around in a show of force for a few times, he resumed his small reminder and came to lie down behind Weilin.

Seeing the miserable condition of their leader, more than a thousand griffons covered their mouths and did not dare to make a sound.

Sure enough, for monsters that are not very intelligent, killing chickens to scare monkeys is always the most effective method.

Verin came to the leader of the White Tower Griffin Tribe, and through its eyes, he could see the fear and awe deep in its heart.

Squat down and put your hands on the top of its head to heal its injuries.

Healed by the light, Habus, the leader of the White Tower Griffin Tribe, was fascinated by his eyes and couldn't help but feel close to the human being in front of him.

Seeing this scene, it was really difficult for Verin to understand the thinking of Warcraft.

It was you who asked Xing to beat it, and you who healed its injuries. You didn't even mention showing fear, but you actually showed a docile look.

After the light dissipated, Habbs stood up, lowered his head, and gently touched Verin's hand with his forehead.

When Xing, who was yawning, saw this scene, he rushed over with force, knocked Habs away, stood in front of Verin, and roared threateningly.

Seeing this, Habusi crawled on the ground with fear on his face, showing his surrender.

"Okay, okay, he will be your little brother from now on, don't act like a life-and-death enemy." Weilin touched Xing's head and said softly.

"All right."

After finishing speaking, Xing came to Habusi, raised his paw, put it on the opponent's head, imitated his master's tone of accepting the allegiance of others, and said: "From now on, the White Tower tribe belongs to the Xuefeng clan. Vassal tribe."

"I, Xing Xuefeng, will be your boss from now on, do you understand?"

"Shashasha."

"Well, don't worry. From now on, if I have a bottle of wine to drink from, there will be a wine bottle for you to lick."

"Shahasa"

Habbs nodded and replied with a look of conviction.

Seeing the serious conversation between the two griffons, one white and one brown, Weilin always felt a little funny.

After forcing thousands of griffins from the White Tower Griffin Tribe to surrender to the star, Verin asked Kyle to open the Messier demiplane passage and transfer all the White Tower Griffin breeding pastures into it.

Three hours later, the White Tower Griffin Ranch lost its former bustle, and a peaceful atmosphere filled the vast grassland.

Kyle closed the Messier demiplane channel, turned to look at Weilin, and asked curiously: "Master, what are you going to do with this land in the future?"

"I want to build this into a complex manor, what do you think?" Weilin opened his arms, felt the breeze blowing, and said.

"Then what is your positioning for this complex manor?"

"Qixing Territory is the center of the eastern region of the Kingdom of Ilia." Weilin heard what he was thinking, "Becoming an earl is also a goal of mine. The next step is to focus on economic development, and the capital will naturally become the point that cannot be avoided."

"After some time, you go to the capital and the suburbs to buy some shops and manors. After dealing with the temptation of the monster clan in the Gray Wasteland, you can start to plan our layout in the capital."

"Yes, my lord."

After dealing with the White Tower Griffin Breeding Ranch, Weilin and Kyle went to Fengya Grassland and Griffin Training Cliff for a tour. After appointing a steward, they returned to the capital.

Half a month later, Weilin ended his trip to the capital and returned to Qixing Territory.