Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

However, due to the cunning and cunning racial characteristics of the goblins, one-third of what they say is truly the blessing of the gods.

Since there is no magician, he cannot judge whether the other party is lying. He can only use this method to judge.

"Now that we have the information we want, kill all the others." Weilin put away his sword and prepared for the last test.

If the goblin didn't speak before he died, it meant there was really iron ore underground. Otherwise, it means it is false.

The surrounding soldiers heard the Lord's order, and the next moment they raised their spears and slaughtered more than twenty captured goblins.

The screams kept coming, and Goblin Gerry turned pale with fright, and began to race against time to make a decision, whether to say it or not.

The next moment, Baird raised his sword and was about to cut it off. Goblin Gerry said loudly: "Sir, I have information to report. I am valuable. Please don't kill me."

"Oh." Weilin waved his hand to stop Baird, with a smile on his face, and asked, "The information you mentioned is valuable, and I can forgive you for deceiving me before. Otherwise, I will tie you here, Let the beasts of the wilderness eat your flesh.”

"Yes, sir." Gerry lay on the ground and said in fear, "This passage only leads to fifty meters underground. There is no iron ore there. There is only a secret teleportation circle that is still running, leading to where the villain is. The underworld of Colorado.”

"You came to the ground through the teleportation circle." Weilin asked with a solemn expression.

"Yes, sir, since the teleportation circle does not have magic crystals to charge, it needs to absorb free magic energy. It can carry out a round-trip teleportation in about half a year." Gerry said it all at once, hoping that he could be forgiven.

Baird looked at Verin and asked, "My lord, do you want to solve this problem?"

"No need, since he has shown his worth, he is qualified to survive." Hearing that the magic circle needed to be recharged, Weilin's uneasy heart calmed down and he signaled Baird to put away his sword and prepare to save the goblin's life.

Seeing that he survived, Gerry covered his chest and breathed in the fresh air. For the first time, he felt that living was so beautiful.

"Seal the entrance of the cave, mark it, and explore it later."

"Yes, my lord."

Baird beat his chest and saluted, watched Verin leave, and then asked his men to tie up the only surviving goblin and prepare to take him back for custody.

After some twists and turns, several soldiers found a few large rocks and blocked the one-meter-high passage. They covered the outside with sand and gravel, and finally used bushes to cover it to blend in with the surrounding environment.

On the way back, Verin rode alone in the silent wilderness, looking up at the sky.

"The salt mine, the mithril mine, the magical plants in the cave at the bottom of the Lake of Prayer for Stars, and now there is a secret teleportation array leading to the Dark Territory."

Every thing that appeared around the Lake of Praying Stars was valuable, and every one of them could become the pillar of a territory, which made him feel very unreal.

Closing his eyes, he quietly thought about his pioneering career in the past six months.

“Only with sufficient strength can we seize opportunities.”

Weilin suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance with determination in his tone.

Development, development, development.

He must do everything possible to develop his power, improve his strength, seize opportunities, and climb to higher heights.

In the following time, Lake of Praying Stars will be fully prepared for the arrival of the Jackals at the end of November.

Make a three-bow crossbow, forge a spear, remix mithril to forge weapons and armor, collect food within a ten-kilometer radius, and build a castle. Everything is preparing for the monster attack at the end of November.

……

On the night of November 11st, Weilin counted the time until eight o'clock arrived.

At this moment, there was silence in my ears, and the guidance of fate did not come as expected.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the strength will increase, and the time interval will be lengthened." Weilin sat on the edge of the bed, looked out the window, and murmured to himself.

Suddenly, there was no foresight, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

The time was extended, and Weilin guessed it might be a quarter, or maybe half a year.

"If the interval changes from one month to several months, is the information obtained more valuable?"

As for the answer to this question, Weilin could only hide it in his heart and wait for time to answer it for him.

Since the guidance of fate has not played a role, in the next month, we need to make more adequate preparations on the original basis.

Although the highest strength of the jackals coming towards the Lake of Praying Stars is low-level silver, if there are hundreds of them, it will be enough for him to drink a pot, and there may be a risk of falling.

Early the next morning, Verin called Baird over.

"Your Majesty." Baird, dressed in casual clothes, came to Verin's side and saluted respectfully.

"Baird, starting from today, we will arrange patrol posts to expand the area to a radius of thirty kilometers, especially in the west. If you find any abnormality, report it to me at any time."

"In addition, let Randolph and the others speed up the mining of the mithril mine and complete it by the middle of this month at the latest."

"Lord, I will go and convey your instructions right away."

At this moment, an attack was taking place in the camp where the Mithril Mine was located.

As soon as Randolph came out of the tent, he saw a soldier hurried over and reported in a panic: "Sir, a monster was found in the mine, and four mining serfs were injured."

"What? Take me there quickly."

Randolph ignored the armor, picked up the knight's sword, and followed the soldiers to the mine.

After passing hundreds of meters of winding mine tunnels, Randolph arrived at the site of the incident as quickly as possible.

A dozen soldiers armed with long guns surrounded the two yellow monitor lizards, restricting their space for movement.

"Rock monitor lizard." Randolph was shocked, how could such a monster appear in this ghost place.

However, judging from their appearance, these two monitor lizards are only three to four meters long, and they should have been born not long ago.

If an adult rock monitor lizard were 16 to 17 meters long and had a strength equivalent to gold level, it would be a disaster.

"His-"

The two rock monitors seemed to feel threatened and began to retreat back, looking at Randolph warily.

Then, Randolph held his breath and concentrated, releasing his fighting spirit, forming a fiery red fighting spirit on the knight's sword.

The next moment, he accelerated suddenly and rushed towards a rock monitor lizard.

"cut--"

The rock monitor roared, condensing rocks in its mouth, and prepared to attack.

However, Randolph easily dodged the magic attack of the young rock monitor lizard.

The knight's long sword scratched the flames on the scales of the young rock monitor, which surprised Randolph. The scales' defensive power was actually stronger than the armor's protective power.

He took a few steps back and stared at the two beasts with a solemn expression.

"Damn it, it must have swallowed the mithril ore and increased the scale's defense."