Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"Go, crush them."

Rogers showed excitement, waved his hand, and asked his men to attack.

The gnolls who received the order swung their chain hammers and flails, roared loudly, and launched an attack.

"Knight squires retreat and protect themselves, the other six follow me and kill the one-armed gnoll."

Velin made a prompt decision, issued an order, and then led the way.

Several bronze mid-level gnolls were cut in half, and the hot blood dyed their armor red, marking the official start of the battle.

The next moment, more crazy gnolls swarmed in, constantly attacking the advancing Verin and the other six silver knights.

As more and more gnolls rushed up, the seven were separated, and Verin gradually lost contact with the other six.

As a key focus, Rogers mobilized most of the bronze high-level gnolls to besiege Verin.

"Cut off one of this human's legs, and you'll be rewarded with twenty gold coins. One arm, fifty gold coins."

The many gnolls around heard the leader's words, and the strong smell of blood made them gradually lose their minds.

Welin kept swinging the knight's sword, and almost every attack could kill a gnoll, but the number of gnolls around him was increasing, and there was no reduction at all.

"This can't go on."

Feeling the fighting spirit in his body being consumed, he had to make a decision, otherwise he would be exhausted to death here.

At this moment, the legendary magician in the back woke up, looked around with cold eyes, and chanted a spell in his mouth, and a huge magic beam began to condense.

In an instant, the surroundings were covered with ice and snow, and all the gnolls were frozen.

Welin, panting, stopped his movements, shook the blood crystals solidified on his armor, and was surprised.

"*"

The strange pronunciation, the frozen gnoll ice sculpture began to break and turned into tiny crystals. Even the arrogant one-armed werewolf was no exception, and turned into part of the snow crystal on the ground.

In an instant, the danger was lifted, and he knew who did it without thinking.

Then, Weilin took off his helmet, came to the legendary wizard floating in the air, and bowed to show respect.

"Sir, thank you for your help."

The legendary wizard heard Weilin's words, his eyes were full of doubts, and he muttered in his mouth, and then he knew what he said.

"Young man, thank you for your help."

Listening to the familiar common language, Weilin sighed at the magic of magic in his heart, but he did not show it on the surface, and remained respectful.

The legendary wizard looked around, opened his lips, and asked in a self-righteous manner: "Where is this place?"

"Sir, this place is located in the Gray Mist Mountain in the Yellowstone area of ​​the Gray Wasteland of the Xipnas Subcontinent." Feeling the indifference in the other party's tone, Weilin did not dare to neglect it and said what the other party wanted truthfully.

"Gray Mist Mountain."

With an affirmative tone, she already knew everything in her heart.

"Escaped urgently, and indeed came to the world from the starry sky, but the foundation was also injured, and I had to stop to recuperate." Feeling the oppression of the laws around her, she was more than a hundred times stronger than the mother world she was in. It was definitely a powerful and terrifying world. This forced her to establish contact with the natives as soon as possible to offset the rejection and oppression of the laws, otherwise her injuries would worsen and she would die.

Weilin looked at the other party in silence, standing quietly in place, waiting for the other party's instructions.

"As a reward, I will protect you for thirty years, are you willing?"

It was exactly the same as the time limit told by fate. Looking at the other party's somewhat defeated face, he seemed to understand something.

"It's my honor."

Then, the legendary wizard mobilized a trace of magic power recovered in his body to form two lavender magic circles under her and Weilin's feet.

Looking at the magic circle under his feet, Weilin was a little panicked, and the information that appeared in his mind the next moment dispelled his doubts.

"This is the ceremony of protecting the contract. Under the witness of the god you believe in, you and I will reach a contract."

"Yes, sir."

The next moment, the ceremony began. Weilin put on a pious expression on his face and said solemnly: "Great Goddess of Life, your faithful believer...conclude a contract, please witness it."

After a long series of sacred oaths, a beam of light enveloped the two.

At the same time, twelve knight attendants and six silver knights knelt down and bowed their heads to show respect for the gods.

In Weilin's eyes, the legendary wizard seemed to see something, and a respectful look appeared on his cold face. He began to solemnly swear: "The legendary ice magician Anastasia swears here that she is willing to protect Weilin and his territory for 30 years and guarantee the other party's absolute safety in exchange..."

The words after that were completely incomprehensible in Weilin's ears, as if they were out of order.

"Yes."

The majestic voice rang in his ears, and the soft beam of light dissipated.

After the ceremony, the legendary ice magician Anastasia landed steadily on the ground, looking at the young man in front of him curiously, wanting to say something, but unable to.

"From now on, I will protect you and your territory until thirty years later."

"From now on, you can call me Anastasia." After looking at me with curious eyes, Anastasia said in a soft tone, no longer indifferent and indifferent as before.

"Yes, ma'am."

Welin bowed his head and answered, with a general understanding in his heart.

"Raymondo, take your people to collect the complete money and supplies around."

When Raimundo received the order and was about to leave, Verin hurriedly stopped him and added: "Choose those with high value."

"Yes, Lord."

The horses they carried were limited, and it was impossible to bring back all the things carried by the more than three hundred jackals. They could only select the ones with high value, and bury the rest on the spot, waiting to be retrieved later.

As the temperature rises, the ice crystals on the ground begin to melt, and the blood flows down the mountain. More of it is left on this land as nourishment for the plants in Gray Mist Mountain.

The legendary mage Anastasia looked at the busy group of people, and with a wave of his hand, an ice throne took shape.

Sitting on the throne, looking at the tattered robe on her body and the empty middle finger, she had no choice but to do this now. She is not an ignorant girl. As a legendary mage who has lived for more than six hundred years, she doesn't care about worldly opinions at all.

Besides, who dares to disrespect her?

Shia, who was bored, focused her eyes on the young man with whom she had made a contract, and her thirst for knowledge did not diminish at all.

She wanted to know why the young man in front of her, who was less than twenty years old, received the attention of gods, and she didn't even know one of them. With her current strength, she doesn't have the guts to offend the majesty of the gods.