Throne of the North

"Devil, I won't let you succeed!"

The strong native man shouted, and he continued to shoot arrows, but Ryan remained unmoved. The horse under him was able to dodge such arrows.

"Yeah, the relationship between your tribe must not be that good, right?"

"The cold winter in the north is getting closer and closer to the area where you live. The land between tribes is no longer wide. Sometimes in order to chase prey, you will run into the territory of other tribes, right?"

"Under such circumstances, how could conflicts and wars not occur?"

"Our arrival has stopped your war, but if given the chance, the men of those tribes will never mind enjoying your women and using your sons as slaves."

"Let your women bear them sons, and then his sons will use your sons."

"Hide?"

"To be honest, if you hide it, I won't look for it because I can't find it."

"But you know the answer to what I just said."

"We outsiders can't find it, but what about the other indigenous people in this world? Can they find it? If they find it, what will they do with the wealth that belongs to you?"

"Your mother may also be out and about. Your father will probably be killed by them, or he may be killed by us right here."

"You are dead, but your relatives are still alive..."

"Perhaps, they are more miserable alive than you are dead."

"Well...it's hard to say, just in case..."

Ryan's words were ambiguous at first, but every word he said would arouse countless reveries among these indigenous warriors.

Often, the worst thoughts in their hearts are the most devastating things.

"You should be able to tell that in my army there are no flags from the enemies you encountered before."

"That noble likes to use war to solve problems, but I don't want too many soldiers to die, whether they are your soldiers or the soldiers behind me."

"Unfortunately, if I can only kill you, I can only pay a small price."

Ryan kept shaking his head. In front of him, the natives no longer shot arrows. They were holding on to their weapons one by one. If they continued to stand, they would probably exhaust all their energy.

The rhythm of their breathing was messed up, and the dense crowd of soldiers outside made their inner panic turn into despair.

Ryan strikes while the iron is hot and gives these mindless savages a step up.

"How about this? On behalf of all the nobles behind me, I will make a deal with you."

"I promise that no soldier will break into your tribe or kill your people."

"But as a deal, you need to help us hunt the beasts in the mountains and forests."

"As long as I live, this deal will be fully effective."

Ryan took out the parchment he had prepared long ago. The knight attendant behind him pulled out an ox. Ryan slashed it with his sword, and the ox's blood splashed on the parchment.

"This is your tradition, then use this method to conclude the contract."

"Agree?"

Ryan said loudly, the knight's sword in his hand flashed with a cold light. As long as the natives continued to refuse, the army behind him would break through this seemingly weak defense.

"We... agree."

As if something dear to him was parting with him, the strong native man became a lot more stooped, causing the soldiers to put down their weapons.

Ryan, who turned around, expected to see a group of shocked and admiring looks, but instead he saw a group of people looking at him like they were ghosts, and they stepped back in unison.

What the hell?

Ryan quickly realized that the people in this world are still too simple. Even if nobles are fighting among themselves, they will not really do anything strange, not to mention that these are knights who are fulfilling the spirit of chivalry.

The strongest fortress is often breached from within. This truth is not yet generally recognized.

"Baron Ryan...are we winning?"

Baron Enzo was still in disbelief, looking at the indigenous warriors who had slowly opened the door and walked out dejectedly.

In the past, there were examples of conquering the enemy without fighting, but those were between nobles, and it was because of the exchange and compromise of interests that the war was calmed down.

And there are very few examples. The nobles are gentlemanly and at the same time primitive and barbaric, and they like fighting with blood and fire.

Looking back at the dead indigenous warriors, Ryan blinked and said:

"What are you doing?"

"It's just a friendly transaction between us. We are equals. It's not that you surrendered or lost the battle."

After speaking, Ryan asked curiously:

"Are you going hunting today?"

These natives tied their own hands and feet, and looked defeated and surrendered, which made Ryan think they looked like they had experienced a war.

"ah?"

A group of indigenous men blushed. It took great courage to suppress the shame in their hearts. They believed that their failure to die in this war was a blasphemy against the gods.

For this reason, the strong man at the head has lost a lot of prestige.

What happened to what the other party said now? You have already surrendered, and you say we did not lose?

I don't understand?

At this moment, a group of strong men broke the body that they had managed to catch, and they were all in a hurry. They wished that an ant nest appeared on the ground and they could count the number of ants in it.

"I...we...we..."

The leading man blushed and spoke incoherently, and Ryan's voice happened to come again at this time.

"Are you going to pick up your relatives hiding in the mountains?"

"Relatives...oh, yes, we are going to pick them up."

Ryan nodded with a smile and turned to look at the soldiers behind him.

"Why are you still standing there? Make way for our friends."

After Ryan finished speaking, the soldiers crowded together and soon a road was squeezed out.

A group of native barbarians wearing animal skins trembled as they passed through the majestic military formation, and then ran into the mountains and forests as if they were escaping.

After they left, Baron Enzo came to Ryan and whispered:

"Do you want to wait for them to bring everyone back and then capture them together?"

Ryan glanced at the baron. This idea was wrong.

"How is that possible? I am a nobleman. I will not use my reputation to frame these natives."

"If I say it is a deal, then it is a deal. It is a deal between all of us nobles and these natives."

After Ryan finished speaking, his eyes were meaningful. He did this not to get along with the natives in harmony.

But to deal with the upcoming Marquis of the North Wind.