Chapter 341 Clues to the entrance to the ancient magic ruins (Part 2)

On a low hill, Weilin looked far into the distance and saw this vast jungle, covering an area of ​​at least 30 square kilometers, like an endless sea of ​​trees, vast and boundless.

He secretly thanked himself that he only needed to find dead trees, otherwise it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack for him alone.

Then, Weilin gave an order to divide the more than 400 knights of the exploration team into more than 80 teams, each with five people, to search the soil under all the dead trees in the jungle for any possible clues.

More than 400 people took the order and left, leaving only Kyle and six guards with Weilin.

Seeing this, Kyle took the initiative to ask: "My lord, I also want to go and search together."

Weilin looked at Kyle, nodded slightly, and agreed to his request.

Compared to himself, Weilin believed that Kyle would create more miracles.

As time passed, more and more strange things were brought to Weilin.

These items were rotten and dilapidated, exuding a rotten smell. Among them were rotten hammers, rusty daggers, broken armor, and even bones. They lay there quietly, as if telling of their former glory.

Looking at this pile of things, Weilin asked someone to bring a stone, cut off the tip, and use it as a seat, and began to select them personally.

Busy from noon to the morning of the third day, Weilin finally selected six items.

These items exuded a mysterious light, attracting people's attention.

A broken sword emitting a faint glow, an old but intact book, a broken white crystal, a white branch, half a wizard's scepter and a dark ball.

These six things represent the results of Weilin's men's fifty hours of hard work.

After returning to the legion's base, Weilin asked Cassius to block the camp, and at the same time asked someone to call the captain of the Griffin Knight Squadron, Ryanlis DiCarlo.

When Ryanlis entered the tent, he leaned over to salute Weilin.

Weilin nodded and said, "Lianlis, I need you to go to the Sixth Command Headquarters and report to Lord Ioriss, asking him to send a learned magic master."

"Yes."

Lianlis bowed and saluted, then turned and left.

Weilin sat quietly on the stone chair, waiting for the arrival of the magic master.

These items contain certain secrets, and perhaps only the magic master can solve their mysteries.

As the griffin team left, Weilin spent the next time studying these six items while waiting for the arrival of the magic master.

Three days later, Lanelis not only brought back the learned magic master, but also brought back hundreds of griffin knights and a team of dragon knights.

Seeing this scene, could it be that my uncle came over?

Walking out of the camp, I took a closer look, and as I thought, the Hurricane Earl really came over in person.

"Uncle." Weilin stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Hahaha, I was right about you, kid. It seems you have found some clues." Count Hurricane laughed.

"Okay, Ioris, don't waste time." An old man with a gray beard and a gray robe interrupted the two people's thoughts of continuing to communicate, and his tone was a little arrogant.

"By the way, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Brent, the vice president of the First Magic Academy in the capital. He is knowledgeable and has studied history." Count Hurricane introduced to Weilin after hearing the old man's words.

After hearing the introduction of Count Hurricane, Weilin glanced at the old man and led the way.

As soon as he entered the tent, Weilin felt a breeze blowing. The old man behind him had appeared in front of the desk, holding the old book in his hand, and marveled, then opened it and began to check.

"Yes, this is the craftsmanship of the moon elves. There is also the national emblem of the Kingdom of Ovilia Moon Elf on it." The old man with a white beard and a gray robe took a broken sword in his hand, brushed off the rust on it, and revealed its inner part.

Then, Brunt put down the broken sword, picked up other things impatiently, sat down on the position of Weilin's legion leader, and began to study carefully.

"During this period, how about giving this tent to Lord Brunt for use?" Iorisis pulled Weilin out of the tent, came outside, and asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Weilin replied respectfully.

There is no harm in giving a tent to the other party, as long as the place where you live is the headquarters of the legion.

"You really surprised me. I was just trying to give it a try, but I didn't expect you to find some clues."

"Grandfather, after this war, I will do something big. I hope you can support me at that time, including my father. If the other earls of the family object, I hope you can help me stand up."

"As long as it's not too outrageous, I will help you convince the other earls of the family." Iorisis responded with a smile, looking at Weilin with more appreciation. It would be great if he was his own grandson. It was another day of envying Ignatius.

Two days later, the 126th Legion, the Hurricane Legion directly under the Earl of Hurricane, arrived at the Fire Tree Plain and settled down not far away.

"Master Weilin, long time no see."

"Rogge, House, and everyone else, it's been eight years since we last met."

Looking at the more than ten golden warriors in front of him, Weilin's memories emerged.

Eight years ago, when he went to visit his eldest brother Ilysis, he trained in the Hurricane Legion for a month and forged friendships with these golden warriors.

"Master Weilin, in less than eight years, you have grown into a golden knight. Let's have a fight sometime." Rogge still spoke carelessly, which made Weilin feel a little friendly.

"I'm afraid it won't work during this period." Weilin shook his head and said, "Next time, let's find a chance next time, how about we have another good fight?"

"Okay." Rogge rubbed his hands excitedly.

House on the side touched his brother with his arm and signaled him to look to the left front.

Receiving his brother's hint, Rogge glanced to the side, his face immediately became serious, his body stood straight, and his muscles tensed.

Seeing this, Weilin looked over and found the figure of Count Hurricane.

"Rogge."

"Here!" Hearing his name, Rogge responded loudly, forcibly suppressing his inner uneasiness.

"House."

"My lord."

"I order you two to lead your troops to the 135th Legion Station to assist Weilin's army and protect this place!"

"Yes!"

The two responded loudly and left quickly.

Seeing Hurricane Earl waving his hand, the other gold warriors bowed their heads and left the place silently.

"Uncle, it seems that you know the middle-level officers of the Hurricane Corps very well." Weilin came to Ioris and asked with a smile.

"This legion is the pillar of the family. No matter how busy the affairs are, I will take out five days every month to train them personally." Ioris said calmly.

"In addition to the basic information of the 336 gold professionals in the army, their family background, personality traits, and social relationships are all known to me."

"You have worked hard and made great contributions."

"Stinky boy, don't think I don't know that you are complaining about my strong control in your heart." Hurricane Earl looked at Weilin's head and continued, "This may be the reason why my descendants are not as good as your grandfather's descendants, but I won't change."

Weilin curled his lips and heard the hidden meaning of his uncle's words: I know where I am wrong, but I don't want to change.