Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"Go ahead and crush them."

Rutgers looked excited and waved his hand to let his men attack.

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

"The knight squire retreated to protect himself. The other six followed me and killed the one-armed jackal."

Weilin made a prompt decision and issued the order, then took the lead and took the lead.

Several intermediate bronze 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 remaining six Silver Knights.

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

As a key target of attention, Logos mobilized most of the bronze high-level gnolls to besiege Verin.

"Cut off one of this human's legs, and the reward is twenty gold coins. One arm, fifty gold coins."

When many Jackals around heard the leader's words and the stimulation of the strong smell of blood, these Jackals gradually lost their minds.

Verin kept swinging the knight's sword, killing a gnoll with almost every attack, but the number of gnolls around him was increasing and not decreasing at all.

"This can't go on like this."

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

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

In an instant, the surrounding area was covered in ice and snow, and all the Jackals were frozen.

The panting Weilin stopped what he was doing and shook the blood crystals solidified on his armor, surprising everyone around him.

"*"

With an unfamiliar pronunciation, the frozen Jackal ice sculpture began to break into tiny crystals. Even the arrogant one-armed werewolf was no exception and turned into a part of the snow crystals on the ground.

In an instant, the danger was removed, and he knew who had done it without thinking.

Afterwards, Verin took off his helmet, came to the legendary mage floating in the air, and bent down to salute to show respect.

"Your Excellency, thank you for your help."

When the legendary mage heard Weilin's words, his eyes were full of doubts, and he muttered silently, and then he understood what he said.

"Young man, thank you for your help."

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

The legendary mage looked around, opened his lips, and asked in a friendly manner: "Where is this place?"

"Your Excellency, this place is located in the Gray Mist Mountains in the Yellowstone region of the Gray Mist Wasteland of the Sipunas subcontinent." Sensing the indifference in the other party's tone, Weilin did not dare to neglect and tell the truth what the other party wanted.

"Grey Mist Mountain."

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

"Escape in an emergency. Sure enough, I came to the world from the starry sky, but it also hurt my roots. I must stop and cultivate." Feeling the oppression of the surrounding laws, it is more than a hundred times more powerful than the mother world where I am. It is definitely a powerful and terrifying world. . This forced her to establish contact with the indigenous people as soon as possible to offset the exclusion and oppression of the law, otherwise her injuries would worsen and she would definitely die.

Weilin looked at the other party's silence and stood quietly, 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 the guidance of fate. Looking at the somewhat defeated face of the other party, he seemed to understand something.

"It's my pleasure."

Then, the legendary mage mobilized a trace of the recovered magic power in her body to form two lavender magic circles at the feet of her and Weilin.

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

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

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The next moment, the ceremony began. Weilin put on a pious expression on his face and said solemnly: "The great goddess of life, your faithful believer... has concluded a contract, please witness it."

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

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

In Verin's eyes, the legendary mage seemed to see something. His indifferent face revealed a respectful look, and he began to solemnly swear: "The legendary ice magician Anastasia hereby swears that she is willing to protect Verin and... His territory will be guaranteed to the other party’s absolute safety for thirty years in exchange for…”

The words that followed were a complete mess of words that seemed to be out of order in Weilin's ears.

"can."

A majestic voice filled his ears, and a soft beam of light dispersed.

After the ceremony, the legendary ice magician Anastasia landed firmly on the ground and looked curiously at the young man in front of her. She wanted to say something, but couldn't.

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

"Next, you can call me Anasta." After looking at her with curious eyes, Anastasia said in a soft tone, no longer the previous indifference and indifference.

"Yes, ma'am."

Weilin lowered his head and responded, having a rough understanding of this in his mind.

"Raymondo, take the people and collect all the money and supplies around you."

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

"Yes, my 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 600 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.