Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Time passed slowly, and it was already June in the blink of an eye.

Weilin led the 3,000 soldiers of Qixing Camp to wait in line outside Qixing City.

Today was the day when his grandfather sent a mage group to build the teleportation array and arrived at the Praying Star Territory. The leader of the mage group was his second uncle, Immort Moravia, a high-level soul arcanist.

His uncle loved pomp and show, so for the sake of his face, Weilin had to pull out the only army he could afford to serve as a welcome team to show how much he valued his uncle's arrival.

After ten months of instruction from the twelve officers of the Hurricane Corps, the overall momentum of the three thousand soldiers of the Qixing Camp has changed significantly, and the military appearance and power have also changed significantly.

Looking at the team appearing in the distance, Weilin arranged his clothes again.

In a moment, thirty golden knights wearing silver armor, riding silver horses with one horn, holding high the flag of the Duke of Moravia, walked at the front of the team.

Then, two mighty dragons pulled a heavy carriage and drove slowly, like a moving fortress, moving steadily on the Kurisk-Kadro-Qixing highway.

After the Yalong carriage, various strange creatures pulled ornately decorated carriages and followed closely.

Finally, three thousand black-armored knights, wearing visors, neatly lined up with four knights in a row, marching in unison.

"The Knights of Imore are said to have been formed by my uncle two hundred years ago. Each one of them is a Silver Knight. I don't know when Orlando and the Hebrew Knights will be able to expand this scale."

Looking at the approaching team, Weilin shook his head to stop himself from thinking.

"stop."

The order was followed and the team was not in any disorder.

A knight on a one-horned silver horse dismounted and came to the dragon chariot, kneeling on the ground to serve as a footrest.

Two female swordsmen wearing visors opened the curtains woven with mithril threads, and then knelt on both sides.

A middle-aged mage came out of the dragon chariot, stepped on the back of the one-horned silver armor knight, and came to the stone road.

Weilin couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth as he watched this scene. He had long heard that his uncle paid great attention to scenes and rituals. Now it seemed that he was not exaggerating in the slightest.

"Uncle Ymor." Verin stepped forward and bowed to show respect.

"Weilin, when I saw you back then, you were only this long." A smile appeared on Yimol's serious face, and he used his hand to show the height of a seven or eight-year-old boy, "Unconsciously, you have grown so big. ”

"Uncle Ymer, we haven't seen each other for thirty-seven years, but I still remember your appearance. You are still such a gentleman." Weilin replied with a smile.

"Hahaha, I like hearing this." Yimor said with a smile, turned to look at the army standing by the road, and asked, "This is your army."

"Yes, uncle." Verin nodded and replied.

After hearing this, Yimol commented: "The momentum is very strong, but it has not experienced a big war. Although it has a certain cohesion, it has no chance of winning against a second-rate army, but there are still some remarkable things. ”

"However, you have only been a lord for twenty-five years. To achieve this, you are already considered outstanding."

Seeing this scene, Weilin felt helpless and stepped forward and said: "Uncle, I have prepared a banquet, please come with me."

"kindness."

Yimol said no more and followed his nephew into Qixing City.

After the two of them entered the city, the mages and knights who followed Imore went to their residence to rest under the guidance of Baird.

Qixing Manor, located in the center of Qixing City, is where Weilin temporarily lived in Qixing City. It is now used as a banquet venue.

The banquet was very deserted, with only Verin and Ymor as the main guests.

My uncle is an arrogant person. If there are unrelated people attending the banquet, they may be unhappy, so the banquet has become a party for two people.

At this banquet, Verin and Ymor chatted happily.

Of course, this is also due to Yimer's doting on his sister Alyssa. He loves the house as much as he loves people, and has a natural affinity for his sister's children.

"Uncle, are you going to my castle?" Weilin asked softly.

"I know your good intentions, but I'm not used to a strange place, so forget it." Yimol shook his head and refused.

Seeing this situation, Weilin didn't force it, so as to avoid trouble.

Early the next morning, Weilin personally led the way to Missian Town, the junction of Wanfeng Town and Bede Town, a special zone that was determined three years ago, covering an area of ​​about 600 square kilometers, and was specially used to build a special zone along with the Bank. The teleportation array of Longbok Kingdom.

"Uncle, if you need anything, you can ask your subordinates to come to Xingyue Castle and let me know."

"Yes, I know."

Yimor nodded, and then began to deploy tasks to the mage group, measure the spatial orientation, establish a large element pool, explore the basic situation of the shadow space, etc.

Weilin stood aside and listened. It really opened his eyes to how much preparation work was needed to build a large teleportation array.

There are eight general direction tasks, which are responsible for eight Soul Masters.

There are as many as 136 small-direction tasks, divided into primary tasks and secondary tasks, which are respectively responsible for the gold mage and silver mage.

After staying in this area for three days, seeing that there were no problems, Verin returned to Star-Moon Castle and continued his penance.

…

On the night of July 1, 9745 in the Glorious Calendar, after sending away the mutated gryphon who came to get the wine, Verin leaned against the window sill and began to wait.

[Three years later, 600,000 kilometers north of the Sinops subcontinent, a large plane world will be swallowed by the World Mother, and tens of thousands of plane fragments will be scattered during the period, forming a half-plane. One of the medium-sized half-planes will fall directly into the alien space and flow along an unknown route. The coordinates will be [,,,] after half a year. ]

Welin put down the glowing wine in his hand, found paper and pen, and wrote down the string of coordinates on it.

Looking at the coordinates on the white paper, Weilin was confused.

The more he looked, the more curious he became. Weilin directly called Xisina and asked her to bring Kyle over.

In the room, Kyle sat on a wooden chair, staring at the coordinates on the paper, referring to the knowledge in his mind, and comparing the rules of the alien space to calculate.

Unknowingly, three hours passed while Kyle was thinking.

"What's the situation?" Weilin saw Kyle put down the white paper and asked.

Hearing this, Kyle said, "My Lord, I have only calculated the first coordinate now, which means 200 kilometers southwest of Qixing Territory in the real space, and from here we enter the shadow world."

"The next three coordinates have different meanings, and I need to calculate them before I know them."

"Take your time, forget it if it doesn't work."

Welin was not in a hurry. It was just a medium-sized demiplane, which was nothing. He believed that he would definitely have multiple demiplanes in the future.