Throne of the North

Unknowingly, the harvest day has passed, and Master Yelena, the biggest contributor this year, is also standing at the highest point of Rhinoceros Mountain.

The cold wind howling in her ears was like ice knives, and Master Yelena had to wear a thick cloak to resist the cold on the mountain top.

"My Lord Baron."

"Master Yelena, this year's food harvest is 30% more than last year. Your magic research will definitely reverberate throughout the empire."

Master Yelena blushed a little.

"I just used the food research results of other provinces, and I am not as good as those powerful mages."

"I believe you can rival Archmage McCann."

Ryan said with a smile. From what he could see, slaves on the terraces had begun to use leaves and branches as greenhouses to cover the land in order to maintain the temperature of the soil.

"The path of the mage..."

Yelena is a little silent. She still doesn't know how to go further. It is too difficult for a magician to break through. Her talent seems to have helped her reach the end.

If not, she would not have followed Archmage McCann to the icy tundra territory.

“Isn’t it possible even if we have resources?”

After Master Yelena was helpless, Ryan couldn't help but ask.

In his opinion, as long as there are enough resources, even legends can be made.

“Resources are critical, but it’s not the same as it used to be.”

Master Yelena shook her head and said:

"More than a hundred years ago, that is, before the war between gods and gods, the way of practicing magicians was not what it is now. A magician is a magician. A magician can master water blade magic, and can also turn flames into beasts. At the same time, Mastering magic with multiple attributes, the research aspects are also very complicated.”

"It didn't work anymore. After the empire drove away the Holy See and ushered in the magicians, the magicians' practice system and methods were refined. It is not easy for a magician to make a research breakthrough in one of the directions. matter."

In this way, Ryan understood something. It was like the era of the Big Explosion of Technology. Technology exploded in just a few decades, but then it began to slow down a little bit, and many detailed disciplines were born.

Magicians are like those researchers in the laboratory.

More than a hundred years ago, the research was on a vast world. More than a hundred years later, it is difficult for life magic alone to make breakthroughs across the ages.

"So, next year's wheat seeds can't grow as strong as this year, right?"

Ryan finally asked. He thought it would be like this next year and the year after that, with an increase of more than 20 kilograms of output per acre of land.

"It would be good if it doesn't decrease."

Elena looked helplessly at the cold wind blowing from the north.

"After this year, the quality of the terraced land will probably decline, and the deep soil will turn into frozen soil."

"Lord Baron, your method of using magic crystals to warm the land is good, but the price is too high."

Ryan did not deny this, but he also had no intention of stopping.

He still has a lot of magic crystals in his hand, so he might as well use them early.

Master Yelena left the top of the mountain and returned to the castle to wait for the evening banquet. Master Ryan stood alone on the top of the mountain, the cold wind blowing on his noble clothes. As the sun slowly set, the refreshing coldness hit his neck. Shrink.

"It's snowing."

Ryan's eyes were a little shocked. It was snowing, and it was just after the autumn harvest. Even last year's snowstorm winter would have arrived a month and a half later than now.

But this year, it is a month and a half ahead of schedule. If the harvest is not fast, wouldn’t there be a lot of food frozen in the fields?

"How could it be so fast?"

It will be very cold this year, Ryan does not deny this, but he did not expect it to be so unexpected.

The arrival of wind and snow made the entire Tundra Territory quiet overnight. The noisy towns and bustling taverns yesterday were now deserted today. The people of the Tundra Territory were hurriedly walking in the streets wearing thick clothes. On the street, the largest number became the slaves who cleaned the streets.

Under the wind and snow, it is not only the houses that are covered, but also the breath of life in the hearts of countless people.

Because in winter, many people will die.

The colder the winter, the more people will die.

The mountains and forests no longer chirp, and the frozen glacier at the foot of Rhinoceros Mountain no longer has wild beasts foraging for food. Amid the hustle and bustle in the baron's castle, and the bright flames and lights, the night's tundra is covered with Silver equipment.

This belongs to the Tundra Territory, and in the other noble territories of Lingdu County, they have not waited for the arrival of the flying snow. Only the cold wind blew through the mountains and forests in the south of the Tundra Territory, blew through the swamps, and the grass and trees condensed. Frost, everyone felt a layer of coldness coming over them.

The heat of the North Wind Province seemed to be extinguished by this wind from the north. Viscount Dragon, who had just walked out of the Marquis's residence angrily, subconsciously shrank his neck, shuddered and then huddled in the carriage. Can't get out.

"Why is it so cold?"

…

"It's going to be very cold this year."

In Longshan County, Count Sauron stood at the highest point of Longshan City. Due to the high mountains blocking it, the cold wind could not blow directly to Longshan City where he was, but he still felt it. It was the instinct after bathing in dragon blood.

"It would be great if the tundra territory could be submerged."

He thought this, but suddenly thought of Baron Ryan who had been carrying firewood from another world for the past few months.

He thought to himself.

"It's too late."

Firewood cannot be cut down and used. It also needs to be dried and baked. Otherwise, the gas will make slaves and civilians with weak immunity sick, making it even more troublesome.

He wanted to make amends and order the people from the other world to bring back some firewood, but this would inevitably affect the property distribution of the mines, so he gave up.

Anyway, Longshan County has a geographical advantage. Unlike the Tundra Territory, which is in the north, there should be no problems.

Tundra territory.

Ryan received a letter from the Melendez family. Sending a letter from Calais Province to Borei Province was not an easy task, especially now that there are no caravans coming.

When his father-in-law sent the letter, he also brought some supplies, such as salted fish and spirits from the west coast, which was another support for Baron Lane.

But there is no such good thing in the world. Ryan guessed that the Melendez family got on the Clayton family's chariot and after getting some benefits, they shared the profits with him, Baron Ryan.

After all, the biggest link between the Melendez family and the Clayton family is now Baron Lane.

Most of the letter is nonsense, and only at the very end, Viscount Meléndez mentions arms.

"The war in the south is raging, and the nobles' armies need a lot of military equipment, which is no longer limited to armor and weapons."

What the line means is that the Melendez family wants to obtain a batch of arms from Baron Lane, and then transport them to the prosperous west coast through their fleet channels, and then send them from the west coast to the battlefield in the Thousand Lakes Province. Make a fortune.

The quantity is not large. Viscount Melendez is a good businessman, but he also needs to test the market of this matter first.

Ryan naturally has no need to refuse. He has surplus production, so it would be good to trade some of it.

"When winter comes, everyone stops being busy and starts hiding in the castle thinking about next year."

Ryan was walking on the main street of the Tundra Territory. A snowstorm came overnight, leaving only the Blacksmith Street in the Tundra Territory, which was still making tinkling noises.

There is no snow here, but there are wet marks on the streets. The scorching blacksmith shops prevent the snow from accumulating and melting into water. This makes Ryan couldn't help but think about whether there should be a water circulation system in his territory.

No one likes to go out in the wind and snow, and the roads between nobles are hidden among the weeds, but the Tundra Territory still welcomes a guest, Roland, the second son of Archduke McReynolds.

He came to see Baron Lane, but he came to see Bullock even more.

"Master Brock, my brother Otto McReynolds would like to ask you to help forge a heavy hammer."

"I have brought all the materials. When do you think we can start forging?"

Roland looked at Bullock, who was lying on a chair snoring loudly, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

This appearance made Roland helpless, and then he saw Baron Ryan walking in.

"Lord Baron, do you think you can let Master Brock start the forging? After all, I have brought you a huge wealth."

Ryan laughed and said:

"Mr. Roland, I gave you a 10% discount. You didn't lose anything."

"As for the heavy hammer that Mr. Otto needs, you also know that the forging of this thing is a waste of time, and it will not greatly improve Brock's skills. He also needs to forge the 'Snow Dragon's Song'. "

"We will pay you enough."

"We are friends, so there's no need to say more about the reward, right?"

Ryan looked at Roland and asked:

"Grand Duke McReynolds, what exactly are you going to do? Are you really planning to fall out with the Andara royal family?"

Roland's arrival was unusual because he arrived on a griffin. Even though it was night, Ryan could still see the majesty and nobility of the griffin flying in the sky.

This showed that he came completely on behalf of the Grand Duke, and the result did not surprise Ryan. The three times the arms order shocked Ryan.

It’s not like the nobles of the Kingdom of Andara can only rely on the iron ore forging equipment from the North Wind Province. How could they need so much.

"We are on the same boat now. If Mr. Roland doesn't have this bit of sincerity, it will be difficult for us to trust each other."

Roland was silent for a long time, then sighed and said:

"Baron Lane, to tell you the truth, my father will be preparing to start a war against several nobles in the south next spring."

"The land of the Kingdom of Andara will never be handed over to outsiders. My father, Grand Duke McReynolds, is loyal to the kingdom and the royal family, and he will not allow McReynolds' glory to decline in his hands."

"The old king is old, and he is too fatuous to see the world clearly, but my father will be loyal to what he is loyal to."

"We will fight for the Kingdom of Andara."

It sounded high-sounding, but Ryan could only hear one meaning from it, and that was that war was about to break out in full force in the south of the Kingdom of Andara.

At the same time, Archduke McReynolds began to openly oppose the king of Andara.

That old king... must be angry that his lifespan is short again?

"Brock will help you forge the hammer, but the reward...how about a gryphon?"

Ryan asked tentatively:

"Brock often needs to enter the northern land to find forging materials, but it is very inconvenient for him without a flying mount. The snow-capped mountain eagle in my territory cannot really fly."

I thought Roland would refuse, but after thinking for less than a minute, Roland agreed.

"We will give Master Brock a gryphon to represent my brother's sincerity."

Ryan was a little greedy and said:

"Then I wonder if you can sell me both ends?"

Who knew that this time Roland directly refused to come out.

"Lord Baron, griffins are not for sale. In the past, only people approved by my father could be given griffins. So far, I know of less than ten people."

The Grand Duke McReynolds' family is not the only one with griffins in this world, but this is the easiest place to see this amphibious monster.

Ryan doesn't care either, just don't have it.

Bullock had already woken up and began to forge a heavy hammer for the heir to the Grand Duke. Ryan glanced at the drawings and couldn't help but was speechless. This was probably not something used to attack the city.

Thinking of siege, Ryan once again thought of the letter from Viscount Meléndez. The battlefield in the south no longer only needed armor and weapons, but also some more terrifying war artifacts.

In other words... the scale of the war has intensified.

What was originally just a small-scale fighting and hunting is gradually evolving into a large-scale legion war.

"Should my territory also recruit some alchemists?"

Magical creations are expensive and exquisite, but alchemists are much closer to the people and serve the public.

Unfortunately, there is no alchemist academy in the empire now, and he doesn't know where to recruit outstanding alchemists.

Ryan also left his knight's sword with Bullock. He was already a golden knight, but the weapons in his hands were a little behind, especially the dragon flames he brought when he released his majestic energy and blood. Ordinary knight's swords would turn into molten iron in his hands.

Leaving the blacksmith shop, there are no so-called thousands of lights in the town. Every house is quiet, and lighting and warmth are inherently expensive for these ordinary people.

Back in the castle, Ryan was intoxicated by the luxury of the nobles. He felt pity when he saw his people enduring the cold. He lived a pleasant life without feeling any guilt.

In another world, he was such an ordinary person. At this moment in the wind and snow, he had forgotten the praise that the nobles of the North Wind Province had for him, Baron Lane. He was always an ordinary person, not someone to be praised. Gods who have ascended to heaven.

"Maybe this is how I can have this power."

Ryan looked at the illusory panel that appeared in front of him.

Absorbing spirituality and mastering divinity, he never becomes a part of it.

Due to his sincerity, perhaps his heart was connected to some mysterious power at this moment. The stars in the sky flickered at this moment, and then Ryan felt...

new world.

"The wilderness world is not dead yet, so I can open a new portal?"

Ryan was surprised, thinking that he could only open the door to a new dimension after a world was completely dead.

Thousands of dollars starting tomorrow! ! !