Throne of the North

"Who are you and where do you come from?"

The woman named Atria asked this question again, her tone seemed surprised.

"We have searched the entire grassland, and even tried to find ways to search on the southern ocean, and to the north, to the north of the God's Gift Mountain Range, but we have not found any traces of humans."

Atria seemed a little excited when she saw Ryan's appearance and asked many questions.

"I came from another world. It seems that your tribe is the only one left in this world."

Ryan spoke words from another world, making Atria and her brother Brock next to her also widen their eyes.

"Another world? Is that where the gods live?"

Atria said excitedly.

"No, it is also a world where humans and many alien races live. One-third of the land is not covered by the cold winter."

Ryan suddenly understood why Norris Continent had such a large population. It was probably not just the people from the entire continent gathered in one-third of the land, but also people like him who were brought there from other planes. population.

"Then how did you get here? Can we get there?"

"I can open the door to the plane, but before that, can you tell me about your world?"

Ryan needs to find the answer he wants from the history of this world.

Brock felt a little bored on the sidelines, so he continued back to his forging bench with the hammer in hand.

Etriaze described a country in the wilderness to Ryan.

"This world is called Swadifari, which is the name of a horse transformed by the supreme spirit of the world. It brought civilization and technology to primitive humans."

"It is the free wind in the wilderness, spreading the seeds of civilization and the breath of life, making the world extremely prosperous."

"The pandimensional war of the gods ended all this and ended the peace of Swadifari."

"I heard from the old people in the past that the cold winter flooded the land in the north. The people there could not cross the mountains gifted by the gods to come to us, and then they all died in the north."

"Our place once belonged to a great noble count, and all the land belonged to him. But later, the count family declined. In this generation, the count has become even more greedy."

"In his territory, he gathered an army and launched an attack on our tribe. He wanted to turn us all into slaves. He has killed many people in his own territory and he wants to kill us."

"My brother and I rebelled against the nobles... After that, our tribe was the only one left in this wilderness. Maybe one day we will die and the tribe disappears, but we will live happily every day without giving up on ourselves. ”

This is probably the story of this world. Etheria doesn’t know much about the history of a hundred years ago and can only brush it off.

Ryan looked at the silver craftsman's hammer on the wall again.

"Can I touch that artifact?"

"Not everyone can touch the artifact. Over the years, only my brother and I came alive when we touched the artifact. We were blessed by the spirit of the wilderness and gained extraordinary power."

"And this artifact is the power given to the legendary craftsman Volend by the spirit of the wilderness during the war between gods. It is very violent."

In the beginning, it was precisely because of praying to the spirit of the wilderness that they were able to gather a large number of people to resist the brutal nobles, because that was the will of the gods.

"Perhaps I can give you hope."

Ryan stood in front of the silver hammer named Tierfeng. Even Bullock and several tribal warriors outside looked over curiously.

The moment Ryan grasped the handle of the hammer, the neighing of thousands of horses sounded in the void, and silver light bloomed from the hammer, turning into a beam of light and sinking into Ryan's eyebrows.

【Spirituality: 13809】

[Divinity: Deer Spirit blesses, Horse Spirit blesses]

Ryan's blood was boiling. His knight cultivation had not broken through, but at this moment, he had made subtle improvements in the knight combat skills and many skills he had practiced in the past.

From his current perspective, many of his skills in the past were limited to broad strokes, but now, he is able to finely control every aspect of his power to perfection.

Of course, his blood and body also reached the peak of the Bronze Knight in this process.

After coming back to his senses, he looked at the artifact Tyr's Hammer in his hand, and then turned to look at the shocked Atria.

"It's very docile."

The Tyrfeng in hand is much more powerful than the Crown of Heroes, and its body still retains several times the divinity of the Crown of Heroes, but no matter what, it is not full and requires a long period of cultivation to return to its peak.

"Brand."

Ryan called, and Brand, who obviously knew what would happen next, knelt on one knee in front of Ryan. With Ryan's pointer, thousands of Marling blessings fell on Brand.

At this moment, Brand's memory of his own practice and his understanding of the two holy knight combat skills also improved countless times. The most important thing is that he felt that some other changes had occurred in his body.

Perhaps, this requires a mount to be reflected.

Ryan also gradually understood the difference in power between the two divine blessings.

The deer spirit blessing is equivalent to roughly giving others strong blood and qi, allowing people to directly skip the long period of training and accumulation. At the same time, the deer spirit knight breathing method also focuses on the improvement of blood and qi. Brand's magnificent blood and qi far surpass those of other knights is the best proof.

The horse spirit blessing focuses on skills, all kinds of skills, among which craftsmen are the top. At the same time, it can also make knights fit their mounts. Even if they are cultivated for a long time, it is easy for knights and mounts to reach the point of spiritual communication.

This brings not only tacit understanding, but also the borrowing of power between the two parties.

Ryan suddenly raised his head and looked outside the blacksmith shop. At this time, a warrior ran in. Before he could speak, Ryan pushed him away and came outside.

Thousands of wild horses were galloping on the wilderness. The horse king that Ryan had seen before was standing quietly outside the tribe at this moment, looking at Ryan, and then the white horse neighed and jumped high on its front hoof.

"So, we are destined to be together."

Looking at the docile and quiet wild horse in front of him, Ryan stretched out his palm and stroked the other's forehead, the fluffy mark that looked like a sharp blade.

God knows how much this scene shocked the people in this tribe who respected the spirit of the wilderness. Even Brock behind him gave up hitting his hammer.

Ryan's right to speak in this tribe has achieved direct results in a way that he did not expect.