Throne of the North

Boom!

The fire ignited the dark night sky. Ryan liked this era very much, because when he raised his head, he could see the stars in the sky. Under the light of the bright moon, everything was so clear.

The flames burned the weeds in Leiyin Gorge, and most of the snakes, rats and poisonous insects therein had no time to escape and were buried among the corpses of the barbarians.

The fire was destined to burn for a long time, brightening the dark night as thousands of soldiers knelt and prayed in their own language.

They asked the master of light, the morning light believed in by the Holy See, to forgive their sins, and prayed that in the days and nights to come, they would not have nightmares because of today's killings.

There are gods in this world, so belief is inevitable. What is important is who this belief is attributed to.

The nobles pretended not to see this. If the gods really appeared, then all the nobles in the empire would tell the gods that they were more devout believers than the Holy See.

Most people are not adapted to war, so they died on the battlefield. Those who survived mourned for them and were grateful that they were the lucky ones who were still standing.

In front of the flames, these people no longer fear or panic. The dark night will not devour their hearts, even though each of them knows that the new firewood in the flames is the enemy who stood in front of them not long ago. partners standing beside them.

In the distance, the necromancer looked at the flames here with frustration and reluctance on his face. If this place belonged to him alone, he could be sure that he would reach the threshold of legend and become a legendary necromancer who could walk in the sun.

But of course he didn't dare to stay where he was, following Count Weiss with disheveled hair and blood-red eyes. At this moment, he was already thinking about where to go to make a living.

Ryan, who was wearing mithril armor, was still too dazzling. Under the night sky, he slowly passed through thousands of soldiers. These soldiers kneeling on the ground and praying seemed to be in awe of the enthronement of a king. They looked at the man who stood tall and held his head high. The man with his chest walked to the edge of the flames, and the hot flames seemed unable to warm the cold body.

Ryan turned his head, the mark of Rhinohorn Mountain shining on the knight's sword in his hand.

"We won!"

"Victory belongs to the empire! Victory belongs to the North Wind! Victory belongs to the Earl! Victory belongs to me! Victory also belongs to each of you!"

"We are victorious in war, and we stand in the face of death. Failure cannot befall us, and death cannot bring us to our knees."

"Tell me why you are kneeling!"

Turning around, Ryan faced the blazing flames in front of him and slashed out with the knight's sword in his hand.

The fire was split open under the long sword, and the burning ashes in the fire twisted and twisted like ghosts under the collision of power, but they were quickly extinguished.

Ryan turned around.

"Every epic war destined to be recorded in history will have a name. Some people may call this war the Thunder Gorge War, but now I tell you, you killed the enemy during the day, and at night , and we don’t have to be afraid of the ghosts they leave behind after their death.”

"We will kill their bodies under the scorching sun, and we will turn their souls into ashes under the bright moon!"

"This war is the War of Ashes!"

Ryan's voice resounded under the night sky. Under this silent sky where only the sound of burning flames was transmitted, and above the earth, Ryan's voice pierced everyone's chest like a sharp blade.

Gradually, some soldiers stood up. Although they were still praying, their eyes no longer had the fear of the blazing flames in front of them.

Vaguely, Ryan felt some kind of power falling on him. He raised his head, as if he saw the bright moon and stars staring at him.

In the distance, the returning Earl Sauron looked at Ryan as if he were watching a ghost.

"Legend...legend?"

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe what he saw with his eyes.

"No, it's impossible. Just this war, how could he become a legend?"

Count Sauron's heart was beating crazily, and seeing that the soldiers had dispelled the fear in their hearts, Ryan stopped preaching and came to Count Sauron's side.

"You...you got the heart of a legend?"

Count Sauron couldn't help but ask.

Ryan was surprised and didn't understand.

"What do you mean, Lord Count?"

Earl Sauron looked at Ryan with complicated eyes.

"You should know that becoming a legend is not a step you can take when your personal strength reaches that level, right?"

Ryan nodded, but he only knew that the requirement to become a legend was not simply to practice breathing skills. No matter how powerful the talent was, it was meaningless in front of the threshold of legend, and anyone who reached that stage was not a genius.

"The conditions for becoming a legend are very complicated, but a war passed down from generation to generation can often give birth to a legend."

Count Sauron said that there are no absolute conditions for becoming a legend, but some methods can be seen in the birth of each legend.

Ryan was surprised, then remembered the Empire.

"No wonder not many legends have been born in the empire in the past few decades."

Those who have not created a chapter that will be passed down from generation to generation are not worthy of being called legends.

Legend is not only a realm and a title, but also a mark of an era.

"This war is not worthy of being passed down from generation to generation. As you said, an epic war is enough to describe it, but... I feel the heart of a legend in you."

"In a war that has been handed down from generation to generation, someone can capture the condensed spirit and belief of all people after the war, and that is the 'Legendary Heart'."

"Only with the heart of legend can we withstand the power of legend, otherwise it will be the end of self-immolation."

Earl Sauron looked at Ryan. Now he couldn't feel the appearance of the Legendary Heart, as if it was just an illusion.

But Ryan knew this was no hallucination.

He looked at his spiritual panel, and there was a word 'Legendary Heart (Incomplete)' on it.

This war is not enough to be called a legend, even if it is an epic, it is in the middle class. However, Ryan's ashes words in the flames and darkness gave this war some spiritual sublimation.

Can this thing be given out like a blessing?

Ryan was amazed.

Earl Sauron also gradually forgot the illusion he had just had. This war was definitely unparalleled. Maybe he just wanted the legend to appear too much.

Thinking of this, Count Sauron couldn't help but look at the dark night sky, where the mage tower was still glowing, hanging in the night sky like a lantern.

The war is over, but the legendary battle is not.

"That legend of the Holy See is very powerful."

Ryan said that one person faced the power of Earl Winter's entire family and still managed to survive, which once again refreshed his understanding of the legend.

"Don't worry, he can't win."

Earl Sauron said, and as soon as he finished speaking, Ryan heard a dragon roar covering the night sky.