Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

On the morning of January 1, 9748 in the glorious calendar, the wind was calm and the sun was beautiful.

Located at the docking station of the floating merchant ships at the Angara Legion Naval Port, three huge floating merchant ships have unlocked their restrictions and allowed guests to board the ships.

With the wealth they carried and the letter of recommendation from the Lord of the Tree Domain of the Moon Elf Kingdom, Weilin and Angus easily boarded the floating merchant ship numbered 001.

The deck of the floating merchant ship was not filled with shops as imagined. Instead, it was a heavily guarded scene. Hundreds of silver-level warriors, wearing silver armor, holding guns and swords, stood with their backs to the red carpet. On both sides of the avenue.

In the center of the floating ship, an illusory space channel floats in the air.

It must be said that this legendary mage has great courage and directly uses his demiplane as the venue for this trade fair.

Under the guidance of the attendant, Angus and Verin entered the passage and arrived in the demiplane.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived at an open-air banquet venue.

Looking around, moon elves, humans, half-orcs and other races behaved very kindly to each other.

Veiled maids wander among the guests, tending to their needs.

"Father, do you want to go for a walk around?" Weilin looked at Angus sitting beside him and asked.

Seeing this, Angus shook his head and said, "Go ahead."

Seeing this scene, Weilin stood up and left his seat, preparing to take a look around.

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Dozens of kilometers away from the open-air banquet, a towering castle stood majestically.

On the top of the castle, an illusory space quietly emerged. An old man and a young man stood on both sides, condensing illusory chess pieces with powerful magic power to carry out a fight and game.

The young man waved his hand to gather thousands of knights and attacked the opponent's army from the left wing. He raised his head and said, "Gerald, the person you are paying attention to has entered my demiplane. Do you want to meet him?"

"No." The old man just moved his mind slightly, and then quickly changed the formation of his army to defend. "You directly guide him to see you and hand over the floating ship to him."

In an instant, the young man changed the formation of the front army and continued to ask: "Why don't you hand over the floating ship to the other party with your own hands? Instead, give it to him through my hands."

"I can't tell you this, but you believe me, it will be of great benefit to you." The old man did not answer Adrian directly. He lifted the fog on the right side of the chess game, revealing the reinforcements hidden here, and attacked the opponent's right wing. .

"Sometimes I don't understand the approach of your Church of Dawn. Some things have to be roundabout and cannot be made explicit." The young man commanded the army to change formations to meet the enemy on the right, with a somewhat helpless tone.

"Fate fluctuates. Only by acting in this way will we gain the most. Otherwise, why do you think the Church of Dawn can develop so rapidly in just 40,000 years?" The old man opened the dark clouds in the sky, revealing what was hidden here. Hundreds of flying dragon knights directly attacked the opponent's central army.

"So, how much profit did you gain from this plane war?" The young man also revealed the hidden air force unit and fired back at the opponent, his words full of curiosity.

"The three legends have returned to our divine kingdom, and the losses are still great." The old man avoided talking, did not answer directly, and quietly watched the fighting in the sky.

"You want to rely on this plane integration to transform and expand the mezzanine space to form a stable space world, in which the God of Rules is involved." The young man here becomes a man with hundreds of elf knights as sharp knives, attacking the Saint of Dawn Church. A defensive line composed of knights.

Faced with the young man's outspoken words, the old man acted unusually calm. There wasn't even a ripple on his face. He just said slowly: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

The tone was so calm that people felt a little surprised. When the young man saw this, he thought to himself, but on the surface he still remained calm and composed, and responded without changing his expression: "The impact of that cold wave was still very big."

"Stop exploring. If you know too much, your Aylan Kingdom may become the next Zesita Kingdom." The old man sighed and warned the young man.

When the young man heard the name of Zesita, his thoughts suddenly stopped. At this moment of distraction, there was a flaw in the formation on the right wing, and thousands of elven warriors turned into smoke and disappeared.

"I understand." The young man finally came to his senses, and his voice became low and firm, "Just pretend that I have never mentioned anything about today, and I owe you a favor."

"You lost." The old man raised his head, stared at the young man, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked down, and suddenly discovered that the key chess piece in the center of the army had been cut off ruthlessly. He waved his hand to end the chess game, stood up and said, "In that case, it's time for me to fulfill my promise. "

"The Ancient God of Time is about to wake up and reorganize the river of time. It's better to stop what you are doing as soon as possible." The old man looked at the other person's back and reminded him.

"Is the God of Rules about to wake up?" The young man stopped and asked with some doubts.

The old man said: "It will not take more than a thousand years, but those descendants of the Zersita royal family should be dealt with as soon as possible. It is better not to be involved in the taboo past."

The young man was silent for a moment and then promised: "Within a hundred years, the current king of the Aylan Kingdom will abdicate, and the third prince who is friendly to you will inherit the throne."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's figure disappeared from the top of the castle.

The old man shook his head helplessly, slowly raised his head and looked at the vast sky, muttering to himself: "It seems that I am still soft-hearted, but it doesn't matter, anyway, you are still behind me."

At this moment, without any warning, a subtle and almost imperceptible thunder suddenly struck the old man.

The old man looked down at the strands of white hair floating in the air, but a smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "I think you have forgiven me."

Hearing the sound in the distance, Adrian thanked silently in his heart, and then began to mobilize his permission, began to arrange the illusion, and invited the protagonist to join.

Wandering around, Weilin found a path at the edge.

"Why is there a road here?"

Standing next to a big tree, Weilin looked at the castle in the distance, and was a little curious in his heart, wanting to go in and find out.

This idea suddenly popped up in his mind, and it was out of control.

Thinking for a moment, Weilin just pretended that nothing happened and stayed away from this place to avoid getting into trouble.

It's better not to be curious about the half plane of a legendary wizard, so as not to offend him.

When he saw that the other party was hesitant at first, but turned around and left without any reluctance, Adrian couldn't help but feel surprised and couldn't help wanting to cast an illusion.

"Forget it, it's better not to offend someone that old guy Glard respects."

In the end, Adrian gave up the idea of ​​casting an illusion and decided to use other methods.

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