Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"Lord Knight of Favonius needs a team of the most elite warriors as his temporary guard to go to the Moon Elf Kingdom to participate in an important event."

Orlando did not say any polite words to this group of guys who were full of muscles, and directly told the purpose of this gathering.

Hearing this, thousands of legion warriors could not help but get excited, and their faces showed irrepressible excitement.

Because being selected into the temporary guard of Lord Knight of Favonius not only means that their own martial arts are recognized, but also a supreme honor-when they return home in the future, they can show off to their relatives and friends.

In an instant, the originally silent scene became a commotion, and everyone began to examine their comrades beside them.

At this moment, their companions in their eyes are no longer partners fighting side by side, but stumbling blocks that hinder them from reaching the peak.

Seeing the spirit and energy below, Orlando was very satisfied. He turned to Deputy Commander Ridley and ordered: "Start the selection. Only the most capable warriors are qualified to become the temporary guards of the Knight of Favonius."

"Yes, Commander, I will use my fists to make those weak creatures who sneak in and make them retreat." Deputy Commander Ridley looked at the group of eager kids below and showed a ferocious smile.

Looking at the 2.3-meter-tall Ridley, Orlando warned him, "Take it easy."

"Captain, are you still worried about my work?" Ridley assured him, "It was just an accident before. Since you taught me earnestly, I have calmed my manic heart by reading books. Now I am the most knowledgeable dragon man in our tribe, and I haven't fought with Patrick for half a year."

Orlando waved his hand to interrupt Ridley and said, "If you dare to beat the warriors on the field, I will kick all the people in the Creek tribe out. Start the selection immediately. I will give you half a day to complete this task."

After that, Orlando came to a stand below and sat down in the main seat.

At this moment, the other two deputy legion commanders standing on the stone stand saw Orlando sitting down, and then came to their respective seats to sit down and watch this legion selection.

"Silence!"

Ridley's low and rough voice was like thunder, and it instantly spread throughout the military camp.

The originally noisy scene suddenly became silent. All the soldiers closed their mouths at the same time and cast their eyes on the central arena.

"Now, spread out for this deputy legion commander. Ten people in a group, take off all the nameplates of the opponent and stand on the ground to be considered as victory. If the battle fails to end in 30 minutes, you will be eliminated directly."

Except for some soldiers stationed in the teleportation array, the remaining 2,800 soldiers and auxiliary soldiers of the Zeferus Legion all arrived at the scene. Under Ridley's order, they dispersed and assembled in the army organization, and then launched an attack on the nearest comrades.

Orlando sat quietly aside, holding his chin with his left hand, staring at the fierce battle scene in front of him expressionlessly.

After long-term systematic and rigorous training, the various teams of the Zeferus Legion have now formed a high degree of tacit understanding.

Compared with the scattered soldiers who had no organization and discipline and relied on personal force when the legion was first established, they now not only have strong strength, but also know how to cooperate with each other.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but recall the scene three years ago when he annihilated the 3,000 troops of the Zeferus Legion with the help of 800 knights of the Fire Lion Knights.

If it happens again now, his Knights will only have a 60% chance of winning against this group of dragon people and dragon creatures.

With dragon blood, their physical fitness is naturally much higher than that of humans.

When he first came to the territory of Zeferus, Orlando had absorbed dragon creatures into the Fire Lion Knights, but unfortunately the core of the battle method naturally rejected dragon blood creatures, so this matter had to be abandoned.

For this reason, to expand the members of the Knights, it is still necessary to rely on the blood transfusion of Qixing Territory to provide young men and women who have not embarked on the professional path.

Half an hour later, more than two-thirds of the legion warriors fell to the ground, and the number of warriors standing on the ground was less than 600.

Patrick, the deputy legion commander sitting on the left of Orlando, frowned when he saw that there were less than 50 warriors from the Caius area, while there were more than 200 warriors from the Creek area.

"Ridley is really powerful. It seems that we need to find a time to ask the commander of the legion for the method of training soldiers. Otherwise, it will be difficult to refute this guy when he shows off in the future."

As for Cyrus, who was sitting on the right, he was neither sad nor happy about the result of the battle.

There were no warriors from his tribe in the legion.

However, under his operation, many members of the Tusk tribe have migrated to the newly developed areas. As long as the legion expands, he can have his own direct forces in the legion.

At this moment, Cyrus couldn't help but turn his head and his eyes fell on the legion commander. His mind couldn't help but think of what the legion commander said to him two years ago: "On the premise of maintaining loyalty, you can take some appropriate actions to benefit your own people, but remember not to act excessively."

Caroline, the chief of the Tusk tribe, is his biological mother. As for who his father is, he doesn't know. Every time he asks his mother, the result is the same. The other party refuses to tell him.

However, no matter what he does, his mother will give him full support without hesitation.

After so many years, he no longer wanted to know who his father was. To him, the Tusker tribe was his home, and it no longer mattered who the man was.

Two hours later, two hundred soldiers stood on the competition stage, enjoying the envy of their comrades below and feeling extremely satisfied.

Orlando stepped onto the stage and awarded each victorious legionnaire an iron medal as a symbol of their honor. Then he asked Cyrus to take them down to customize their clothes.

As the bodyguard of your master, you must pay attention to your attire.

Three days later, Weilin stood in front of the palace of the city lord of Parkpu City. He looked at the two hundred Zeferus Legion soldiers in armor, each of whom was no less than a high-level bronze warrior. He was very pleased.

"While you are managing the territory of Zeferus, don't forget your little silver dragon girlfriend." Verin turned around, came to Orlando, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly.

"This... Lord, I..."

Orlando was unusually shy when talking about it.

"Hahaha, take your time, you can get married anytime. Your mistress and I first met more than twenty years ago, so there is no need to rush."

After speaking, Verin encouraged Orlando and took two hundred Zeferus Legion soldiers to the manor outside the city, preparing to set off tomorrow along the Northern Route to the Moon Elf Kingdom.