Throne of the North

Chapter 1 Ryan Clayton

The North Wind Province of the Empire is located in the northeastern corner.

Far away from the prosperity of the west coast, close to the cold winter in the north.

Poor and cold, have become the few descriptions of this place.

If it weren't for the connection called Wing Canyon, it would almost become an enclave from the map.

The light of the Lord of Dawn fell on the lush mountains and forests, dispelling all the cold, and also allowing the handsome boy who was in a mess and leaning against a big tree to recover from the shock of crossing.

Ryan Clayton, this is his name.

"This is my name."

The boy struggled to get up, he looked down at his chest, where the gorgeous clothes had been torn, and on the corresponding back, there was a more moist one that came through the touch.

Those were the marks left after the assassin's rapier pierced his chest and back.

The pale palm supported the tree, and the boy from Blue Star gradually accepted all the memories in his mind.

"That's my name."

In this magical world with gods and witchcraft magicians, Ryan Clayton firmly accepted it all.

He traveled through time and became Ryan Clayton, a young baron who was about to arrive at his territory, who died under the sword of an assassin.

Shaking his head, Ryan felt his limbs trembling a little. It seemed that he had lost too much blood before.

And not far away, a pair of hungry eyes had already stared at him.

"No way, I just traveled through time and I'm going to die?"

Ryan felt that he might become the worst traveler, because he just felt the existence of his golden finger.

I traveled through time, I still have a hang, but I'm going to die.

Is there anything more desperate than hope right in front of you?

Fortunately, the call from the depths of the forest gave Ryan hope again.

"Master Ryan!"

"Master Ryan!!!"

"Bird, I'm here."

Ryan looked at the source of the voice, and saw an old man with scattered gray hair and eight apprentice knights with blood on their bodies running towards him in a hurry.

That was his butler and knight guard.

When Ryan saw that he was still intact, he clearly felt the old man relieved.

"Master Ryan, I'm glad you're okay."

"If you're injured, we can't atone for our sins even if we die a hundred times." Bild said as he touched Ryan, wanting to see if he had any wounds.

"Bild, I'm fine."

After blocking the rough palm of the old butler, Ryan didn't care about the other's actions. After all, he had basically been taking care of him since he was a child.

"By the way, did you encounter that group of thieves?"

Ryan changed the subject and said.

Hearing this, not only was Bild's face full of anger, but the eight trainee knights around him also turned from shame to anger.

"Those mud-legged people dared to call themselves thieves and dared to ambush the Baron."

Knight Commander Deren gritted his teeth, as if only in this way could he cover up his dereliction of duty for letting Ryan be dispersed.

Ryan was silent. It seemed that the bandits formed by the refugees were also a cover to cover up the assassin who really killed him.

If a noble died at the hands of an elite assassin, it would not be a trivial matter for the entire empire.

Because it means that some people in politics have begun to act recklessly.

Moreover, the reason why he appeared in this remote and cold Beifeng Province was a political game.

"It's okay, I'm not dead, am I?"

"Let's go, we have to reach the frozen land before noon."

Ryan was still young, only fourteen years old, and he had to be carried by a knight because of the weakness of his limbs caused by excessive blood loss.

Walking in the mountains and forests without even a road, even if he felt physically and mentally exhausted, he still didn't dare to fall asleep easily.

He was sorting out his memories and cognition that suddenly had more than ten years.

Those fancy magic and knight combat skills made him yearn for it.

This world has gods, and one hundred and thirty years ago, many gods ushered in the dusk, and a pan-dimensional war broke out.

The war of the gods lasted for thirty years, and many gods fell or fell asleep.

But the disaster brought by that war was far more than that. In the Norris continent where Ryan was located, which was also called the main world by some gods, two-thirds of the land fell into eternal winter.

Since then, the cold north has been called the North by the southerners.

The wind and snow covered the entire North, and the perennial cold wind and the deep glaciers could even form ice that never melted.

The Northland is no longer suitable for human habitation. The people of the Northland who survived the war all fled to the south.

The Flor Empire, which was originally unknown in the south, became the overlord of the Norris continent in an instant, and opened up a lot of territories in recent decades.

The North Wind Province where Ryan is now was occupied by Duke Meyers, one of the four grand dukes of the Flor Empire, and his tens of thousands of nightmare knights more than ten years ago.

But the North Wind Province is not currently under the rule of that grand duke.

Obviously, this is another disgusting political struggle.

Far away from the warm winds and prosperity of the west coast, the Borean Province is the empire's territory closest to the northern border.

In addition, the various parties in the empire had previously disrupted the good deeds of Grand Duke Meyers, and this place was simply a mess. The refugees and thieves encountered in the previous life were actually a group of thieves who could not stand the unlimited oppression of their lords and the occasional plunder of other lords.

This is the North Wind Province. The imperial capital is even considering whether to abandon the entire North Wind Province. It will drag down the empire by millions of gold coins every year.

And the baronial territory of the frozen land, where Ryan is going, is located at the northernmost part of the entire North Wind Province.

If the North Wind Province is almost an enclave of the empire, then the frozen land is equivalent to an enclave of the North Wind Province.

After passing through the swamps and forests that are harassed every year, you can reach the frozen land.

That is his territory, no one can control it, but it is definitely not a good thing.

If the frozen land still has a little value, it has long been occupied by others. The reason why it is still there is because no one can squeeze even a silver coin from it.

Too far from the west coast and too close to the north.

But this is all he has to face, but the previous assassination told him that he has to face not only the cold wind of the northern border, but also the pressure from within the empire.

Every title in the empire is extremely precious, and his ability to become a baron is a struggle among the top leaders of the empire.

Ryan Clayton, the least visible one among the many descendants of Earl Clayton.

There are many younger generations in the Clayton family who are better than him, and they all yearn for a title, even a pioneer knight.

Ryan's baronship can be imagined.

However...

"Three months ago, Earl Clayton led his 30,000 Flame Dragon Knights across 1,200 miles into the heartland of the northern orcs, beheaded the mammoth priest on the snowy mountains, and slaughtered hundreds of orc tribes."

"More than 300,000 orcs have become slaves and are being transported back to the empire."

"The income of tens of millions of gold coins is only what we can know. There are even rumors that the divine light treasured in the mammoth tribe has been taken by Earl Clayton."

"Inside the empire, the Clayton family is operating and trying to turn Earl Clayton into the empire's first Five Grand Dukes!"

"So, a silent political struggle broke out before the earl returned to the empire."

"The cake is so big, and no one wants to have one more person to share the cake besides the royal family and the four grand dukes."

"The result is that an insignificant Ryan Clayton became a baron, and a baron of the North Wind Province."

"So, a baron position offset the credit of the earl's expedition to the orcs."

"Just from these few memories, Ryan can feel what kind of swords and fire there is in the capital of Roll thousands of miles away.

"If it was just Ryan, uh, if it was just Ryan, he would have died on the way to the territory."

"If I were just a simple traverser, facing this strict and regulated world, I'm afraid it would be useless."

"But I have a cheat." Thinking of this, Ryan's mood was a little less tense.

As his mind moved, a palm-sized translucent light curtain appeared in front of him.

"Spirituality: 9"