Throne of the North

Snow, in the northern world, has never been a beautiful word.

The people of the North call it the covet of death.

They will bring disciples to Death in their sleep.

When Ryan handed over the fruits of victory and their soldiers to the nobles of Lingdu County in Lingdu City, the speed of flying snow in the sky was faster than the falling leaves.

"This heavy snow has been falling for ten days, and it has finally subsided. Many people will definitely die this winter."

The nobles present were a little worried. Even they, in the past few days, had distributed some supplies to slaves and civilians in the territory in the form of rewards or loans, in an attempt to reduce the number of deaths in their territory.

Ryan did not stay too long. He took more than 500 of his soldiers to the Tundra Territory. After experiencing the baptism of another war, the spirit and spirit of these soldiers have changed greatly, even the dozens of them. Logistics reserve troops also have a different mental outlook.

The march speed became faster because there was no encumbrance. Ryan had to do this because it had been snowing heavily for ten days, and he didn't know if the mountain road leading to the tundra territory could still be walked.

When they crossed the hard swamp and stepped onto the mountain forest, the problem that Ryan was worried about still appeared.

"Everyone, cut the ropes, tie them to the soles of your shoes, and take off your armor."

"Five people were exploring the road in front and clearing the snow, and the people behind tied them with ropes!"

Ryan was shouting as soldiers began to clear the once-cleared path through the deep snow.

Wow!

The soldier cleaning up at the front didn't pay attention and slipped down the low slope next to him. Fortunately, there were ten or twenty people behind him who pulled the rope hard, but this way the soldier had no more energy to clean up the snow. Replacement of knights at the rear.

"Hurry up, we must return to the tundra territory within one day!"

After more than five hundred people, almost all exhausted, they finally returned to the territory without losing anyone.

"Everyone gets half a pound more meat."

Ryan also left a reward, and he was also afraid that these attendants would become seriously ill because of clearing the snow.

Ryan's return finally gave the people of the Tundra Territory a backbone. Fortunately, the territory of more than 20,000 people did not panic because of the heavy snow.

After all, most of these people come from Exnel. In that world, heavy snowfall and snow cover all year round are much worse than here.

Even without the instructions of the old housekeeper, the civilians had already begun to clear the snow in the territory. To the north of Rhinoceros Mountain, there were snow mountains piled up on the glacier that had been frozen for who knows how many years. .

“Why is no one clearing the plowed fields on the mountain?”

Standing on Rhinohorn Mountain, with the sky finally clear of flying snow, Ryan asked angrily.

"It has been covered with snow all winter, and the land will turn into frozen soil next spring. How can we grow food?"

"Arrange for people to clear the snow, and then spread the ashes on the soil. There must be at least one layer, otherwise our efforts for the whole year will be in vain."

The old housekeeper left with some fear, but was stopped by Ryan.

"Leave it to Beard, you should enjoy it."

Ryan, who returned to the Tundra Territory, could already see that the old butler's body was stooped.

People in this world seem to grow older very quickly. Apparently more than a year ago, the old butler was a trainee knight who could fight, but now he is dying and even walking is a problem.

Soon, a large number of civilians and serfs appeared in the fields on the distant mountains, but after that, Ryan still sent soldiers to patrol.

Under the heavy snow, the wild beasts in the mountains are also starting to get anxious. They want to prepare food for themselves for the winter.

In just half a month, Ryan's soldiers acted as hunters and brought back a lot of meat, including more than a dozen first-level monsters.

"There are more than 23,000 people, can our food last?"

Ryan was extremely lucky. In the past time, he had been preparing food like crazy.

Behind him, Beard, who had officially succeeded the old butler, replied respectfully:

"Master, our food can last until January next year."

"It's just that... those mud-legged people owe you a lot."

Beard didn't understand. Because of the development of the tundra territory, the master didn't charge a single copper coin from those mudlegs for houses, land, firewood, and wood. He just said he owed it first. That's how much he owed to those mudlegs. How can I afford it?

"Don't worry, sir, I make much more than you think."

For Ryan, if the world didn't go too far, he could even declare that all the debts of his people would be cancelled.

Population is always greater than money here in Lane.

As long as the development goes smoothly, the wealth that the tens of thousands of people in the Tundra Territory can produce will be able to recoup all of Ryan's expenses in one year.

"In January next year, if we go hunting in the mountains and pick wild vegetables and fruits during this time, we should be able to survive this winter."

After thinking about it, Ryan still felt that it was not safe.

"Tell Chaihuo Street that in the next ten days, they will cut down the firewood trees on the south mountain at will for one copper coin, but the price they sell to others cannot exceed five copper coins."

"Whoever dares to violate the prohibition will become a slave, and others will take over his house and firewood shop!"

The Tundra Territory became lively, and a large number of civilians began to go into the mountains to cut firewood.

Even so, Ryan still felt it was not enough. He took a look at his spirituality panel.

[Spirituality: 13909]

[Divinity: Deer Spirit Blessing]

He could feel that he could open the door to a new plane again. It was no longer Exner, but a brand new plane world.

"Perhaps, there will be food in the new world."

Ryan thought so, but he did not open it immediately. The frozen land territory was very busy these days, and he needed to see that his territory would not be in trouble.

At the end of October and the beginning of November, heavy snow finally came again.

From this day on, the people of the frozen land territory almost stopped all activities and began to rely on work that could be done at home. Since the frozen land territory does not have so many production conditions at present, the work is also limited. For most people, winter time has become the only stage with time to enjoy.

Ryan is happy to see this picture, because it will bring more newborns to his territory next year.

Even for this reason, he also funded the improvement of several planned taverns in advance, which have everything except wine.

The people from Exner are born storytellers. Although there is no wine, their stories have made the tavern popular in just a few days.

Ryan handed over the business of the tavern to Lord Yazhe to help him manage it, which made the lord ecstatic.

When the frozen land territory had quickly adapted to the heavy snow, the North Wind Province also completely stopped all wars. Even Earl Weiss had to retreat in this weather. The war between the earls stagnated in the cold winter, and the North Wind Province fell into complete silence.

On this day, Ryan finally summoned hundreds of attendants, including Brand, 101 people, and stepped into the new plane gate.

The flying snow in the frozen land territory made people feel cold. The moment they crossed the plane gate, the completely different warm wind made Ryan a little uncomfortable.

"Here... there is no snow."

Ryan looked at the green grass under his feet in shock, which was only a little frost. Then he raised his head and looked into the distance. The endless grassland was the grassland.