Throne of the North

Among the people of the Frost Lord, what is considered a strong tribe?

Bogeld's answer to Ryan was proud, that is, a tribe with a population of 10,000 people can be called strong.

Less than 10,000 people are not strong at all.

On this point, these people are stubborn. For example, when they think they cannot inherit the will of the Frost Lord, they will never think of themselves as nobles. They must occupy all the people and lands of the Frost Lord before they can truly call themselves the noble bloodline under the gods.

Every generation is no worse than their ancestors.

If they are worse, they are not nobles. This is the general cognition and stubborn direction of the people of the War Bear Tribe.

In comparison, the leaders of the army that went to war with Bogeld before, and the bottom line of the Violent Bear Tribe behind them were much more flexible. They claimed to be the successors of the Frost Lord and the orthodoxy of this world, and all other tribes must submit to them.

The War Bear Tribe believed that the Violent Bear Tribe did not respect the great Frost Lord, while the latter believed that the War Bear Tribe was stubborn and betrayed the will of the Frost Lord.

Oh, yes, the Frost Lord is a bear the size of a mountain. Bogeld and his people think it is a war bear, the people of the Violent Bear Tribe think it is a violent bear, and the people of the other Mad Bear Tribe think that the body of the Frost Lord is a mad bear.

The three names also represent the subtle changes in the extraordinary paths of the three tribes.

The War Bear Extraordinary System is more unyielding and good at fighting in battle, while the Violent Bear is more like a beast, and blood can stimulate them to burst out their primitive instincts. The Mad Bear is the most special, and subtle thunder will burst out of their flesh and blood.

In Ryan's view, these are just three different manifestations of the Bear Spirit Cultivation System, such as the Knight Breathing Method, his Flame Dragon Knight Breathing Method can turn blood into flames, and the Nightmare Knight Breathing Method of the Grand Duke Meyers Family can allow the knight to blend into the darkness and turn into a nightmare.

In essence, they are all Knight Extraordinary Systems.

The three tribes here are essentially the Bear Spirit's Extraordinary Systems.

How big is a tribe of tens of thousands of people? The answer is very large. The reason why Ryan cannot calculate the length and width is that there are seven or eight lakes of various sizes in this tribe.

The lake was surrounded by snow and wind, but the lake itself was not affected at all. He even saw active fish jumping out of the water, and then a white bear that had been waiting for a long time fell into the water with a splash. A moment later, it ran up with a few white fish hanging in its mouth and shook off the lake water on its body, grinning like a husky.

The entire War Bear Tribe has more than 200 white bears, of which more than 100 are adult war bears that can wear armor.

And the difference between them is that they have been awakened by the priests.

It is not a simple beast, no wonder it can show a husky smile.

The tribesmen of the War Bear Tribe were also curious about the sudden arrival of a group of majestic cavalry. One of them walked out of the house by the lake and looked over here.

Bogerd puffed up his chest in the team, very proud.

Ryan also came to the location of the leader and priest of the War Bear Tribe under the gaze of a pair of eyes. A huge wooden house is the palace and meeting hall of the War Bear Tribe.

The leader of the War Bear Tribe is Bogeld's father, named Angelo.

"My father's name used to be Bogeld, but after I was born, he gradually couldn't compare to me, so this noble name is mine."

Bogeld sat on a chair carelessly. She was the flag bearer of the War Bear Tribe, or in other words, the general of the army.

So, this is not as good as the magician who fled across the border.

Ryan looked at the old men wearing animal robes.

Are these priests able to suppress the magician who came across the border?

"Guest from another world, it seems that you are still a noble."

The leader of the Angelo War Bear Tribe said, and Ryan responded with the etiquette of the nobles. It was a bit magical. In this regard, the etiquette of the nobles in the pan-plane was actually similar.

"I'm Ryan Clayton, the baron of the Flor Empire."

"I heard that you can still return to your world?"

"Of course."

Ryan looked humble, and at this moment he actually answered any questions.

"So, how can we go to your world?"

"My people will occupy your country through war, and when it's over, I can make you a count."

Ryan blinked and looked at the people in front of him.

The War Bear Tribe, as the name suggests, is good at fighting with limbs and a raging brain?

"You want to attack my world? Start with the empire first?"

"Hmm~ Let me think about it, tell me how many legends you have first."

"Legend?"

Angelo shook his bear-like head and looked at the priests next to him.

The priests looked at each other and finally shook their heads at Angelo.

"Legends are the most powerful nobles under the great frost lord. Only the former high priests can be called legends."

"In the history of Bilki, there are only six high priests. The last two died in the pan-dimensional war. They can tear the body of the gods."

The priests admired legends very much, and Ryan, who heard these words, moved a chair and sat opposite everyone, with his hands crossed under his chin.

In this case, it's a matter of attack and defense.

"So, you don't even have a legend."

Behind him, a soldier brought a crown, which was Exnel's artifact, the Crown of Heroes.

"For a tribe of 10,000 people, assuming that your Zhanxiong tribe successfully defeated the other two tribes and the remaining small tribes, how about 100,000 people?"

"One hundred thousand people... Let me think about it, you can probably see what the Winged Canyon looks like, go to my world from here, and live for a month, which should be about the same."

"Oh, by the way, Flying Wing Canyon is the border of the empire."

Ryan looked at Angelo and the other priests with a smile.

"Are you going?"

Angelo's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Is the country behind you so powerful?"

He didn't believe that his War Bear tribe was already very powerful, and the power given to them by the Frost Lord made them omnipotent.

"Is it awesome?"

Ryan thought about it. His father, Earl Clayton, could lead tens of thousands of people into the North to fight against the mammoths, but he was only one Earl. That was quite powerful.

"Let's put it this way, within a hundred years, there were three legendary executions by the Empire that violated the Empire's laws."

At this time, the priests didn't know what to say and looked at Ryan in shock.

Then they looked to the other side, where sat a man wearing a gorgeous robe.

"Master Xisu, have you experienced many worlds and many legends?"

This should be the so-called alien who fled to this world. He also looked at Ryan and frowned.

"The reason why legends are legends is because they can do things that no one else in the world can do, so they become legends. There cannot be too many such existences."

"Sacred Magician?"

Ryan looked at Master Xisu and then asked:

"Sacred mage should be able to sense many things that ordinary people can't see, right?"

After speaking, he stretched out his finger, and the door to the plane was opened in front of everyone in a grand manner. Immediately, incomparable majesty and countless majestic auras appeared in Xisu's mental perception.

This is what Ryan guessed, but after all, he felt the chill of this world when the Tundra Territory opened the door, so there is no reason why the breath of his own world will not penetrate here.

In just a few breaths, Ryan closed the door to the plane, but Master Xisu in front of him collapsed on the ground, looking at Ryan in horror.

"God...God?"

He asked in shock. As a Holy Mage, he is the seed of legend. Coupled with his wandering for a long time in the past, he knows some more profound and ancient mysterious knowledge.

Xisu's performance has verified Ryan's words, and Angelo no longer has any strange ideas.

One hundred thousand people rushed into that world, but could only live for a month?

They felt the gap, which also meant that Ryan's right to speak at this moment was no longer slight.

"Your Frost Lord is mainly resurrected and may be able to help you establish a kingdom there, but with the current situation, you may not even be able to establish a principality."

"Why don't you become my people."

Before anyone else could speak, Bogeld's eyes widened and he said angrily:

"You only have a hundred soldiers and you want to rule us?"

After speaking, he puffed up his chest proudly.

"We are the descendants of the great Frost Lord. When we rule other tribes, we will become noble nobles."

Hearing this, Ryan couldn't help but want to punch Bogeld on the head.

But the world is richer than he imagined, so he can only wait for future opportunities.

"Master Xisu, are you okay?"

Using the pressure of a world to paralyze a holy mage for a moment, Ryan felt that it was almost done. This is a holy mage.

He doesn't even have any Sanctuary under his command.

The War Bear Tribe is even more powerful than Master Xisu, which shows that these priests also have extraordinary methods.

Need to figure it out slowly.

In an alien world with a population of at least 60,000, Ryan also needs to calm down.

If he could digest this alien plane, he couldn't imagine how loud he would speak in front of the three great nobles of Beifeng Province.

Calm down, calm down, Ryan, you are already a noble master, you can't laugh so easily.

He took a deep breath and looked at the people in front of him.

"Maybe there are some things we shouldn't discuss now. I see there are a lot of fish in your lake. Maybe we can exchange some of the things we have."

Communication is the beginning of contact and trust. Only with communication can we make various subsequent choices.

"We need food."

Angelo said, he changed quickly and no longer worried about attacking another world.

"food?"

The War Bear Tribe is still short of food? Ryan was a little surprised. After all, he had just walked all the way and the place looked prosperous.

"The White Disaster in the north is approaching little by little. It will be difficult for us to have more children with our food."

Angelo didn't have any scheming, and the people of the War Bear tribe didn't have any capital, so he just said it.

"Is the White Disaster the real cold death realm in the north?"

Ryan asked and got an affirmative answer. The north they thought was the north that Ryan understood, a world without any life under the real winter.

There is also a gap between Bai Xue and Bai Xue.

"The Frost Lord is fighting against the White Plague in the north, but over the years, the Frost Lord has retreated a lot of land."

"There's nothing we can do."

Frost Lord, the gods are still alive?

Ryan doesn't understand. The gods are still alive and the world is still so poor?

Master Xisu seemed to have recovered at this time. He explained for the War Bear Tribe:

"That is the power left by the Frost Lord. It is an artifact that can resist the power of the North."

Artifact? Ryan's eyes widened.

"Can I go take a look?"

"Anyone can see it, but if you want to touch it and try to get the approval of the artifact, it's impossible."

Master Xisu shook his head and said:

"That artifact is in the sky, in the sea of ​​thunderstorms and clouds, and no flying monster can get close to it."

He had tried it a long time ago, but failed. Even his own Holy Domain magician could not touch the artifact.

"The Sword of Gram is the weapon of the Frost Lord, and no one is allowed to destroy it."

Angelo looked at Ryan. Although he had a rough head, he told Ryan that this was the consensus of all tribes. The existence of that artifact was the only barrier to their survival, otherwise they would have fled like Master Xisu. .

Then we can only wait for the opportunity.

Ryan thought this way. He would naturally not give up. As long as he could touch that sword, he would be able to obtain the divine origin of the so-called Frost Lord. Then it would be much easier to turn the world's population into his own people.

Still have to find a way to touch that sword.

There was nothing to discuss with the War Bear Tribe. The leader of the Bear Head and Bear Brain did not have much wisdom. As for the exchange of ideas proposed by Ryan, he just agreed and there was nothing further.

It seems that things have to be actually transported here to get this War Bear Tribe into action.

…

Although there was no etiquette, the War Bear Tribe still prepared accommodation for Ryan and the cavalry. Some members of the War Bear Tribe looked at the tall northern war horses curiously.

There are also wild horses in this world, but their numbers are pitiful and they are almost extinct, let alone such tall guys.

Before Ryan even took a look at the War Bear Tribe, the territory formed around the lake, he received an invitation from Master Xisu.

They were refugees from another world. That world had completely died. He came here with some of his disciples, disciples, and some people. The process was difficult and dangerous. When the team of 10,000 people arrived at the Zhanxiong tribe, only more than 3,000 were left.

One thousand of them were slaves, and the remaining two thousand or so were various nobles.

They do not live in the War Bear Tribe, and they even send slaves to help the War Bear Tribe collect supplies. But speaking of this, there are also many slaves in the War Bear Tribe. The War Bear Tribe has a population of more than 12,000, with more than 6,000 slaves. Slaves, these are the captives of the War Bear Tribe’s conquests over the years.

Ryan came to a village five or six miles away from the War Bear tribe. Some people here seemed to have gotten news about him, and they were all surrounded by people who were gorgeously dressed, spoke unusually, and were obviously nobles.

"I am Viscount Shaffer, this noble gentleman. My father, Count Furter, invites you to come."

Ryan ignored it. These nobles had no territory and no people. His view was the same as that of the War Bear Tribe, that is, they were no longer nobles.

Even if the wandering noble is at the prince level, he cannot let Ryan stop for him.

Under the leadership of the mage, he boarded a two-story house next to the mage tower. He did not dare to enter the mage towers of other magicians easily.

If the space is blocked, he will not be able to open the door to the plane or escape, and the magicians all have weird methods, and no one knows what weird methods they have.

Therefore, when facing Master Xisu, the two of them were separated by a ten-meter-long table.

"Baron Ryan, there is no need to be so vigilant. I have no ill intentions towards you."

Master Xisu said with a smile that in the War Bear Tribe, the shock given to him by Ryan made him unable to recover for a long time. At the same time, he felt extremely longing for the empire and the world behind Ryan.

He is a magician, and the group of magicians itself is a kind of blasphemous, extraordinary group that continues to rise and strengthen itself.

They are either in pursuit of the truth or on the path to the truth, and they are born with a direct path to the gods.

So now that he saw the opportunity, how could Master Xisu not be excited? What's more, it was an extremely prosperous world, and there were even many gods.

"You want to go to my world?"

Ryan guessed what Master Xisu was thinking.

"Yes, you just need to open that portal and let me go..."

Master Xisu's eyes were a little fiery. He had never seen Ryan in such a relaxed way. He came here from another world. He spent countless resources, but Ryan only had to stretch out his finger. It was enough.

"Stop it!"

Before Master Xisu could finish speaking, Ryan interrupted him.

"Master Xisu said it too lightly. I would like to know how much wealth you consumed when you led ten thousand people across the space gate."

This is not a space magician.

"It's so easy to say it. Master Xisu thinks it's too easy."

"I can tell you're not consuming anything."

Master Xisu looked at Ryan and said.

"That's my business, and why do you think I haven't consumed much?"

"Everything requires a price. Master Xisu is a magician and should not fail to understand this. Even the alchemist who respects the Philosopher's Stone would not think that the Philosopher's Stone is not part of the price."

It has always been only his own share of fleecing others, not others' turn.

"I can give you some rewards."

Around Master Xisu's body, a snow-white storm is emerging. He has mastered powerful frost magic and is now beginning to overwhelm others.

He has already spent too much wealth to practice and open the door to the plane. The remaining precious wealth is something he cannot let go.

"My father is a legend, and my father's mount is a dragon."

Ryan said calmly, making the huge magical pressure on Master Xisu disappear.

Ryan also put down his fingers on the crown.

Master Xisu wants to use Ryan to enter that world and also needs to survive in that world.

"How much money do you want."

Master Xisu asked.

Originally scheduled for 12 o'clock, let's send it together