Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Heading to the border of the three provinces, Weilin kept wondering what kind of order the Sixth Command would issue, and he didn't even know about the 27th Corps.

The 135th Corps was just a noble corps, at the bottom of the noble army, a second-rate unit. I don't know what tasks will fall on this unit.

Four days later, the troops arrived at their destination, the Fire Tree Valley.

"My lord, there is no one around." Cassius came to Weilin, bowed and saluted, and reported the surrounding situation to him.

Weilin didn't speak, but looked up at the sky.

After a while, more than a dozen air units appeared in the distance.

"The liaison officer of the Sixth Command is here."

Hearing this, Cassius retreated behind Weilin, stood straight, and waited for the arrival of the liaison officer.

Ten minutes later, thirteen griffin knights landed in front of the army.

A young knight in silver-white armor got off the griffin, came to Weilin, and reported his unit number.

"Captain Weilin, the captain of the third squad of the seventh squadron of the sixth griffin battalion of the sixth command, Linelis DiCarlo, reports to you. This is the order given to you by Lord Iorisis."

Weilin turned over and dismounted, nodded, took the encrypted magic communication crystal from the young griffin knight, and placed it in front of his forehead.

Such a high-standard treatment, it seems that the content of this military order is very important, which makes Weilin even more confused.

In an instant, the content of this military order appeared in his mind.

"This task is not easy to do!"

Weilin rubbed his temples, feeling a little bitter.

If he completed this order, he could at least get twenty military merits. If the task failed, the 135th Legion would not suffer any losses.

Speaking of this sure-win business, he should be happy, but he was more helpless.

In short, there is an ancient magic puppet army hidden under the Fire Tree Valley. According to the royal ancient books, in the era before the Glorious Calendar, that is, in the year 20241 of the Magic Calendar, 20,000 years ago, the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom did not exist at that time, and it was still ruled by a Moon Elf Kingdom named Ovilia.

According to the information he got from the magic communication crystal, this Moon Elf country named Ovilia worships magic extremely. The whole country regards the Goddess of Magic as its own god of faith and is not interested in the Elf Gods.

The older they get, the more they do evil things, and their brains are prone to problems. In the end, the whole country was destroyed in a strange incident, and the specific reason is unknown.

Of course, before this, this place had been explored for more than ten rounds, and no one, including the three legends, found the entrance.

Finally, when the above wanted to give up, the uncle recommended himself. Based on the idea that there was no loss if he failed, and he would make a lot of money if he found it, the above agreed with his uncle's suggestion.

So, in a confused state, this task fell on his head.

Of course, if this ancient magic puppet army is discovered, the Ex family will get one-fifteenth of the number of magic puppets. This item seems to have been added by his uncle himself.

"Captain Ryanlis, is there anything else?" Weilin crushed the magic communication crystal and asked the young griffin knight.

"Captain Weilin, according to the instructions of Lord Iorisis, my griffin team is temporarily under your command. This is his written order."

Seeing this, Ryanlis took out an order from his arms and handed it to Weilin.

"Cassius, take Captain Ryanlis and his men to rest."

"Kyle, notify Viscount Moncas and others to come to my tent for a meeting in three hours."

"Yes, my lord." Kyle and Cassius answered in unison.

...

In the evening, Weilin's tent was still bright.

The eight viscounts sat in turn, waiting for Weilin's arrival.

"Captain, here!"

With the response of the two guards outside the tent, Moncas and eight others stood up to welcome Weilin's arrival.

Entering the tent, Weilin nodded, as a response to the eight of them, and then came to the main seat and motioned the eight to take a seat.

For this secret mission, Weilin only planned to bring the 40 Silver Wolf Knights under Kyle, the Knights of Orlando and Hebrew, and a dozen loyal guards.

For the others, Weilin planned to let them garrison separately according to the model of the Grotto Hills on the grounds of clearing out the surrounding dwarf rebels and protecting the logistics security.

Thanks to Weilin's prestige in the 135th Legion, everyone chose to obey, without a single different voice.

The next morning, each unit left the legion station and went to their designated areas to garrison.

More than 4,000 soldiers of the Qixing Camp and the troops of the other two camps were handed over to Cassius for command, stationed at the legion station, responsible for receiving logistics supplies, and then distributing these supplies to various units.

Three days later, Weilin put on his armor, mounted his horse, and led more than 400 knights to explore the Fire Tree Plain.

He had no hope of finding the entrance to the storage place of the ancient magic puppet army, as he knew his own situation best.

Thus, Weilin began his three-month patrol career.

On July 1, 9733 of the Glorious Calendar, more than 400 knights rested in a deep mountain.

After three months of running around, Weilin almost visited every corner of the Fire Tree Plain. He repeatedly explored some places several times, but did not gain anything.

In addition, the higher-ups seemed to have forgotten about their own legion. For three whole months, apart from sending a batch of supplies every month, there was no instruction.

"My Lord, what you want to find may not be here." Kyle sat down next to Weilin and whispered.

In the past few months, everyone in the exploration team knew what their lord was looking for, but they didn't know what it was. No one communicated or complained privately, and they all believed in Weilin unconditionally.

"Just these few days, if there is no result, go back and report."

Weilin now hopes that fate can tell him some news, otherwise he can only go back and report, and it would be useless to continue searching here endlessly.

Under the bonfire, it was eight o'clock in the evening without knowing it.

[There is information about what you want under a rotten tree thirteen kilometers away. ]

Hearing this news, Weilin was a little absent-minded.

Could it be that fate will give different information according to one's inner desires?

Without too much entanglement, Weilin wrote down this place and went to look for it tomorrow.

Since we already know where the thing is, we must find it even if we have to go 13 kilometers away.

Before dawn the next day, Weilin gathered his troops and set off to the destination.