Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

For a Viscount to be promoted to Earl, 800 military merits are required, which is equivalent to killing 267 gold professionals on the battlefield, or killing 27 soul-level professionals, and the difficulty increases exponentially.

Back to the legion's base, everyone has been waiting in front of their tents for a long time.

"Our mission is to stay behind as a reserve force. There is nothing to do now, so everyone should go back first." Weilin came to the crowd and read out the tasks assigned to them by the Corps Command.

Hearing this order, some people relaxed, and some were unwilling to give up.

Weilin ignored these and went straight back to the tent. How could he change the order issued by the Corps.

"During this period, you let Cassius and others get familiar with the magic cannon. I don't want the energy bombs to fall on the friendly forces."

"Yes, my lord." Kyle nodded.

Night fell, eight o'clock in the evening.

[One month later, the Kingdom of Bashio, the Kingdom of Ilia and the Kingdom of Ironforge Dwarf Mountain secretly signed the "Legendary Covenant" at the Holy Mountain of Nathel, the Third Holy Kingdom of the Dawn. Under the witness of the Goddess of Life, the Dwarf Mountain God, the God of War and the God of the Dawn, this contract will take effect from the beginning of the war until the end of the war. ]

"Legendary Covenant, is there any deal that cannot be made?"

Welin lay on the bed and couldn't help but start to think.

Since the beginning of the era with the name of the God of Light, for more than 9,000 years, whether it is the main continent or the 17 subcontinents, there have been very few cases of kingdoms being destroyed, a total of 29, of which eight died at the hands of demons, nine died at the hands of the undead, and twelve died due to other events.

Each kingdom has its own gods, either one or more.

Without exception, it is easy for a principality to be established and it is also easy to perish, but it is difficult for a kingdom to be destroyed. This is not only related to the kingdom's own foundation, but also has a great relationship with the gods.

However, a kingdom cannot be destroyed, but it will lose territory.

In this war, the Kingdom of Ilia and the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom fought for the ownership of the new land in the north.

As for what the Kingdom of Basio and the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom were fighting for? He didn't know, perhaps only the high-level officials of the Kingdom of Basio knew.

"Why not announce this convention, but need to sign it secretly, what is the reason?"

For this point, Weilin was very puzzled.

According to historical records, wars between two countries and wars between legends often occurred.

Although every time they took action, the terrain would change on a large scale, plains would become mountains, and hills would become lakes.

This matter was related to the gods, and Weilin didn't want to think too much. Maybe the Dwarf Mountain God had some trump card, or the Dwarf God system stood up for him, so that the God of Dawn and other gods compromised.

Thinking about it carefully, with a population of less than 50 million in the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom, was it because the Dwarf Mountain God was afraid that too many of his believers would die that he forced the other two human kingdoms to sign the "Legendary Convention".

It seems that this reason is also in it.

The dwarf race is one level higher than humans, and it is easier for them to become professionals and go further on the extraordinary path.

Taking ordinary dwarves and ordinary humans as examples, the lower limit for an ordinary dwarf to enter the professional path is the lower bronze level, while the lower limit for an ordinary human to enter the professional path is the middle apprentice level.

Of course, this is limited to the situation where extraordinary knowledge is widely spread, but the reality is cruel, and the rules are made by the strong.

Correspondingly, the dwarf race is higher than humans, but the fertility rate is declining exponentially.

Otherwise, such a large piece of land, multiplying and living for so many years, why is the population still not going up.

In addition to bleeding them from time to time with the human kingdom, this is also a reason.

"Forget it, don't think about it. Anyway, as long as the soul-level shadow guard commander supported by my uncle is in place, be cautious, and there will be no problem with personal safety."

...

Three months later, the war broke out in full swing. Even though Weilin was in the center of the province of Serop, he could feel the flames of war burning in the north.

In mid-April, night fell. Outside the legion's base, on a 300-meter-high hill, looking into the distance, you can see the rising fire.

"If nothing unexpected happens, that should be the strategic-level magic of the magic legion. It's really terrifying. Even thousands of miles away, you can still see its power." Weilin felt the turbulence of magic energy in the air and couldn't help but sigh.

Next to him, the senior leaders of the 135th Legion followed their legion leader to appreciate this rare view.

"I'm afraid that our legion of 60,000 people can't resist a strategic-level spell from the magic legion." Viscount Moncas said with lingering fear as he looked at the "sun" rising in the distance.

Others nodded when they heard this, and there was also a gap between the legions.

Everyone knew the strength of their 135th Legion, and it was not an exaggeration to call it a ragtag army.

However, the stronger the magic legion was, the greater the confidence it gave them.

They were all nobles in the province of Cardero, and they didn't want the war to burn in their own territory.

The other four legions of the 27th Legion were caught up in busy affairs, calculating their growing military exploits, feeling both pain and joy.

Only the 135th Legion had nothing to do but training.

They were not in a hurry to see other nobles earning military exploits, because their own merits would not be able to escape, and it was useless to envy them.

Under the influence of Weilin, the legion commander, the nobles of the 135th Legion were in a lazy and lazy style.

Two months later, the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom was defeated, and the Ilia Kingdom's front line advanced northward.

On June 18, the Corps Headquarters officially held its first combat meeting.

On the way to the Corps Headquarters, Weilin met the commander of the 134th Legion, Count Russell Kurisko. Compared with the high spirits a few months ago, he was much more lonely.

"Captain Russell." Weilin took the initiative to greet him.

Russell turned around and looked at Weilin, forcing a smile on his melancholy face: "Captain Weilin, long time no see."

"It's been a few months, how is your 134th Legion?" Weilin asked in a low voice.

Russell said bitterly: "It's hard to explain. Although my legion only ensures smooth transportation and supply, the pressure is also very great. We were attacked by the dwarf elite troops on the way and lost supplies eight times, of which only three were taken back."

"Lessons have been in the war for less than half a year, and more than 5,000 people have been killed in the 134th Legion. The wounded have basically recovered under the healing of the priests. Fortunately, we are believers of the goddess of life, otherwise I dare not imagine the consequences."

"The battlefield is changing, the main battlefield is dangerous, and the responsibility for logistics supply is no less." Weilin commented very objectively.

"But the early stage is over, and the front line is advancing northward, and our pressure will be much less."

Thinking of this, Russell couldn't help but smile. The difficult time has passed, and it should be much better later.

Weilin saw the other party's expression and didn't quite agree with Russell's words.

The situation on the battlefield is changing, and no one can predict what will happen next.

While walking and chatting, the two came to the Corps Command.

Observing secretly, Weilin discovered that except for the commander of the 131st Legion, his cousin, the other two commanders were as taciturn as Russell, and did not have the high spirits they had half a year ago.