The crimson sunset spilled from the sky, dipping into the dry yellow plains, and a light mist rose, faintly obscuring the view of the lookout.

"Is this the Wilderness Plains?"

Modrian gently tugged at the reins, restrained the chainmail-clad horse, and looked out over the barren plain.

When the sun rises, starting from Perris Castle, to now the sunset West Mountain, safely arriving at the wilderness plain, the journey all the way, not as interesting as imagined, the monotonous road scenery breaks the inner fantasy, and the world of sword and magic also has a dull side.

Modrian silently patted the head of the warhorse, and the skillful riding skills in the memory fragments allowed him to ride skillfully during the journey without looking too tired.

Looking back at the cavalry team following behind him, the twenty cavalrymen who were also riding chainmail war horses were not equal in strength between knight apprentices and knight squires.

This was a pioneer team prepared for him by his father, Viscount Brooke, and as for the manpower and material resources needed for other pioneers, they could be recruited on the spot when they arrived in the town of Irwindale.

"Master Modrian, the night on the Wilderness Plains is not very safe, I suggest camping at the edge tonight, right?"

The captain of the cavalry, Cooper Adolphus, rode forward and asked with some apprehension, he was afraid that the noble young master in front of him would reject his proposal.

Hearing this, Modrian turned his head to look at the resolute and steady middle-aged man in front of him, who had been a personal guard cavalry subordinate to his father, Viscount Brooke, and was now his cavalry captain with a dispatch order.

"Well, let's arrange it then." Modrian nodded in agreement.

As a territory of Perris close to the Wilderness Plains, Modrian had heard of many horrific casualties in the Wilderness Plains.

In addition to wild beasts roaming at night, there will even be caravans passing by pretending to be bandits, killing and looting, and without a strong enough force to deter, there is no security in the wilderness plains.

"Yes, Master Modrian."

When Cooper heard this, he immediately turned his horse and shouted loudly as the cavalry around him spread out, looking for a place to camp.

"Big guys, get busy, Milne, count your supplies and get ready to set up camp."

"Yes, Master Cooper." The young cavalry called Milne replied, and then immediately dismounted and ran to the wagon towing supplies behind the cavalry.

As the camp was settled on a slightly raised mound, the cavalry began to get busy quickly, feeding the horses, unloading the tents, and assigning men to prepare dinner and keep watch around.

At this moment, Modrian looked a little out of place, or the young cavalrymen complained in their hearts, even with the orders of Viscount Brooke, they did not really agree with the existence of Modrian.

The busy work was soon over, and the smoke wafted over the camp, and the cavalrymen gathered in twos and threes to laugh and laugh, and their leisurely minds did not seem to worry about any accidents.

This is a cavalry team that belongs to the nobles, those bandits who are active in the wilderness plains, will not attack without a little eye, if someone really rashly sneaks up, they don't mind showing the strength of the cavalry for the noble young master.

After enjoying the perfect taste alone, Modrian entered the prepared tent early, holding a white quill pen and writing on a low table.

"After crossing the wilderness plains, it is considered to have officially entered the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom, and the end point of this journey, the town of Irwindal, is located in the extreme north of the kingdom."

"Then we will recruit people in that cold area and open up the territory, which seems very simple, but the information in my memory, it seems that there are few people in that area, and it may not be able to recruit all people."

"Sure enough, it's a nominal reward, but it's actually a place of exile."

With a wry smile on his face, as if he had thought of something, Modrian put down his pure white quill and took out three things from his accompanying package, a piece of golden paper, an ordinary letterhead, and a red brocade box.

The golden paper is a pioneering decree given to him by Viscount Brooke, an ancient decree with sacred connotations recognized by all the countries of the continent of Calradimos.

For any knight, titles and domains are their lifelong pursuits, and the Pioneer Decree is the highest honor bestowed by the nobility on the knight of the realm, which gives a knight the possibility of becoming a nobleman of the realm.

When any knight has a frontier decree, he has the right to pioneer in any unowned place (the borderland, that is, the area on the continent of Karadimos where there is no legal dispute in any country), as long as he can maintain a certain control over the frontier land, then the knight who is given the frontier decree can become a realm noble.

However, it did not help Modrian at all, and put the Pioneer Decree and envelope back into the package, leaving only the red brocade box.

"A gift from that sister of mine?"

When Modrian left the castle of Peris, he was handed to him by the old butler Dulu Cormick, saying that it was a parting gift from Miss Sophia.

Sophia Perris, Modrian's sister, but there are not many relevant memories in his mind, only that sister is a mage apprentice, far away in the violet mage tower in the royal capital.

"I hope it helps me with my current situation!"

Whether it is the cavalry that nominally belongs to him, or the long journey ahead, Modrian is well aware of the danger of the situation he finds himself in, and if he is not careful, he may really disappear silently like his predecessor.

Gently opening the red brocade box, a blue ring with a delicate pattern lies quietly on the silk cloth, and a dense brilliance appears on the surface of the ring, which looks gorgeous and noble.

The moment the white finger touched the blue ring, a slight freezing sensation came from the nerve endings, and Modrian looked surprised, this is a rare magic item.

At the same time, a cold, stiff, but extremely clear metallic synthetic sound rang in Modrian's ears.

【Ding.... Discovering an unknown energy source, does it activate the system? 】

Modrian's expression changed quickly, from surprise and astonishment to indifferent faces, he knew that this was the standard configuration of the traverser, the system given by God's favor.

【Activate!】 】

Modrian said decisively, there is no reluctance, no matter how rare and precious the magic ring is, it cannot compare to the existence of the system, which is also the key to breaking the game now.

A faint dark green glow emerged, like a myriad of data streams, shooting out of Modrian's left pupil, enveloping the magic ring in front of him, and dissolving at a rapid speed, and then carrying it back into the pupil in an instant.

In the next moment, the dark green data stream like a rainstorm flowed wildly in the eyes, as if entering the world of network programming, and all the visual images were filled with data streams, maybe for a long time, maybe just a few seconds, and finally countless data streams turned into a simple system framework.

[Name: Modrian Perris]

[Strength: Knight Apprentice (Crimson Breathing Method)]

[Blue Essence: 10 points]

[Orange Essence: 0 o'clock]

[Item: Random Pack*1]

The information transmitted by the system was received by Modrian, which is the most popular hero battle MOBA competitive game on Earth in the previous life - the [League of Legends] system, and it is also a game he loves.

As for the rest of the information, Modrian sat in the tent in a daze, waiting for the next system prompt, but after a while, no prompt sounded to remember, and he realized that the introduction was over, and this was a rudimentary system that he needed to explore by himself.

"It's embarrassing!" Modrian touched his nose and muttered.

The data frame on the retina is still clear, and as Modrian's consciousness explores, it is as if an invisible mouse pointer emerges, which can be easily clicked on any column of information.

When he placed his mind on the Blue Essence column, detailed information emerged: Consume 100 Blue Essence to perform a random League of Legends draw.

The existing 10 points of blue essence in the system are transformed from the blue magic ring.

The orange essence column was a little dull, and no matter how much Mordrian's consciousness touched, there was no way to get a little information.

Then put the consciousness on the last column, Item: Random Gift Pack*1, Modrian's breathing is a little short, this is a gift after successfully activating the League of Legends system.

[Host, do you want to open a random pack*1?] 】

【Yes!】 】

There was nothing bizarre, nothing flashy, only a cold, stiff system prompt sounding in Modrian's head.

[Congratulations to the host, obtaining Blue Essence x50 and obtaining Hero Card: Darius.] 】