Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

In the jungle, Verin and Kyle watched the battle between master and disciple, and seemed to understand why all of their grandfather's disciples were rebellious.

The silver baby dragon held up its disciple with its wings, flew to a quiet lake, and began to heal the young man's injuries.

Going back in time, the skin burned by the flames healed as if reborn.

The young man lay quietly on the grass by the lake, looking up at the sky above his head, his eyes as calm as water, not caring about the pain his body was suffering.

"Why do you have to bear my dragon's breath forcefully? Don't you know that doing so will seriously injure yourself?" The silver baby dragon stared at the disciple's calm expression and asked with some displeasure.

The young man struggled to squeeze out a smile and replied softly: "I just want to test whether my current body can withstand your attack."

The silver baby dragon gently placed its huge paw on the young man's head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "From now on, I'm afraid I will never be able to visit you again."

"Teacher, why is this happening?"

Hearing this, the young man tried to struggle to get up, but was firmly pressed to the ground by the dragon's claws, unable to move.

"Don't you always call me an old guy? Now this old guy like me is going to do big things." The silver baby dragon put on an incomprehensible smile on his face and said to his only disciple.

The young man tilted his head and looked puzzled: "But aren't you still an adult?"

"For us space-time dragons, adulthood only lasts for a moment. As long as we think about it, from the moment we are born, we can gain power from the future."

"Then you still say..."

"Ahem, cough, cough." The silver baby dragon touched his head and said with some embarrassment, "Aren't I doing this to inspire you?"

"Well, teacher, what you said really inspired me."

The silver baby dragon watched the young man's injuries heal, took back his strength, sat down, and said, "I really enjoyed the time I spent with you."

"In the Temple of Time and Space, everyone is either sleeping or sorting out the past timeline. There is basically no communication, even with my parents and sister,"

"Now, I also have to fulfill my responsibilities and take on the responsibility of sorting out the timeline."

"To be honest, your talent is very poor, very poor. Under my guidance, it took you more than a hundred years to become a space warlock. You don't have any talent for time."

Speaking of this, the silver young dragon couldn't help showing a look of disgust.

The young man has long been immune to the teacher's expression, so he remained silent and listened carefully.

"But, I don't care."

"In order to prevent you from being turned into a withered skeleton when I look for you in the future, I went to the past timeline and exchanged his lifelong knowledge with a legendary arcanist."

"Teacher, you..."

"Hey, are you very touched? If so, then try your best to live. I don't want my disciple to pass away in obscurity." The silver baby dragon put his paw on the young man's mouth and said proudly.

Under the gaze of Verin and Kyle, the silver young dragon took out a silver ball of light from his chest and sent it into the young man's soul.

"Moravia, there are countless possibilities for your future, but in every timeline there is a woman who will appear beside you. She is guarded by fate. I can't see her face. I don't know what she means to you. Do you have any ill intentions? You must be careful after successfully being promoted to a soul-level space warlock."

The silver baby dragon took out another disk and placed it on the young man's chest, and said, "I made this with a space-time stone... Well, according to you humans, it should be called... Let me think about how it should be described."

"Amulet." The young man reminded.

"Yes, that's the name." The silver baby dragon looked at his head with his paws, suddenly realized, and continued, "This will keep your mind awake and prevent you from sinking."

"I will come to you in a thousand years."

"At that time, you need to return the disk to me, but you can't come to see me, otherwise you will be cursed by time and fall under the control of time. There once was a high elf... Forget it, I still don't want to do this. I told you, and you will soon forget it.”

"Remember my words, a thousand years later, (you ask someone in your direct bloodline who is favored by fate to send this disk over, so that you can block the influence of time on you.)"

The young man looked worried and asked: "****** (Will that affect him?)"

"**(Won't.)"

The silver young dragon opened the space-time channel, and before leaving, he once again warned his apprentice: "You must remember, don't forget."

"Time will tell you where you are in a thousand years."

"I understand, teacher."

"Moravia, I have been very happy in the past hundred years. Thank you for your company. My apprentice, I hope you will join the legend soon."

After saying that, the silver baby dragon got into the space-time channel.

At this moment, the disk placed on Weilin's chest flew out, passed through the time barrier, and entered the space-time channel.

The two of them were immersed in the time and space projection and did not notice this scene.

Looking at the closed passage, the young man whispered his blessing: "Teacher, I hope you are safe."

He looked up at the sky and then back at the calm lake. A smile appeared on the young man's face and he said to himself: "My brother's first child is about to be born. It's time for me to go back and take a look."

After that, the young man used a space spell and disappeared by the calm lake.

After the young man disappeared, the space-time projection shattered, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

The next moment, countless images emerged like a tide, interweaving and flickering in the space.

Weilin raised his head and stared at these images.

In the images, the memory scenes of the silver dragon and his grandfather were displayed one by one.

"My lord, do you think it is possible that Lord Odor is the high elf?" Kyle stared at the memory image and couldn't help asking.

Weilin thought for a moment and gave an ambiguous answer: "There is such a possibility, but perhaps it is just our over-imagination."

Time passed by minute by minute, and half an hour later, the image suddenly disappeared without warning, and finally stopped at the moment when the silver dragon left.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be broken and shattered.

Weilin and Kyle only felt a flash before their eyes, and then they returned to the originally bustling alley.

Looking at the noisy crowd and the busy streets around him, Weilin couldn't help but reach out and touch his chest.

"My Lord, what happened?" Kyle noticed Weilin's actions and asked with concern.

Weilin took a deep breath and slowly replied: "The disc... was taken away."