Throne of the North

Communication will make strangers trust each other.

So, when a large amount of food was transported to the War Bear Tribe, Ryan also got the consent of the priest of the War Bear Tribe to see the Sword of Gram on the same day.

"We don't mind if someone can get the recognition of the artifact, because it represents the will of the Frost Lord, which means that the Frost Lord is just sleeping, not falling."

"He is powerful. The world destroyed and surrendered in front of Him. In the ancient records, the people of Bilki followed the Frost Lord to fight. On the battlefield, we are the most invincible warriors."

Beside Ryan, there was a priest telling the ancient glory.

"How many years has the Frost Lord fought?"

Ryan was curious. The war of the gods in the pan-plane lasted only thirty years, but the records of the War Bear Tribe did not.

"He is warlike. Even if there is no war between gods and spirits, He is always fighting, bringing war and killing."

"The Sword of Gram can recognize its master, but it cannot be taken away. It is resisting the erosion of the White Disaster."

"One day, it will lead us to dispel the deadly White Disaster and let us return to our homeland."

The people of this world have many beliefs and sustenances for this artifact, which makes Ryan couldn't help but imagine that after he mastered the sword, he could raise his arm and make tens of thousands of natives here surrender.

Boom! ! !

The clouds in the sky became turbid, and the roar of thunder hit the sky not far from the ground. The Xisu wizard next to him felt the rich magic factor.

"The magic factor of thunder attribute, if a magician who is good at thunder attribute magic is here, he will definitely make rapid progress."

After walking forward for another two thousand meters, Ryan also saw the source of thunder, a long sword suspended in the clouds, and even the surrounding clouds were terrifying silver-white. Master Xisu told him that ordinary people would explode if they touched the thunder clouds.

"They have formed a precious magic material. If they can be collected, they can be used to release powerful magic."

Master Xisu was a little jealous. He was the kind of traditional magician who had no disciplines or laboratories. He knew a little about everything, but he couldn't specialize in one way.

For example, he used the storm magic of the sea to break through to the great magician, and he relied on the power of the ice and snow to break through the sanctuary.

There are advantages, that is, there are many means, and the disadvantage is that he may not be as powerful as Ryan imagined.

Countess Winter should be able to beat him.

"I will try, Master Xisu, can you guarantee that I will not be blown away by the thunder?"

Lian said with some distrust, with the crown of the hero on his head.

Master Xisu was somewhat dissatisfied with Ryan's distrust, but he still began to release magic. Suddenly, a small storm gathered on the ground, carrying Ryan to the sky.

Getting closer and closer to the Sword of Gram, because it was the power of magic, the storm that engulfed Ryan inevitably encountered the hostility of the thunder in the void. Hundreds of thunders fell on him, and Ryan couldn't help but turn pale.

My current physique should not be able to withstand a few.

All the thunders hit the storm, and in an instant the storm broke, revealing solid ice. The strength of these ices was very high, and they actually blocked the thunder.

Rian finally approached the Sword of Gram. He reached out to touch this artifact. The numbing lightning made his skin congested, and soon blood began to flow out of his pores, turning him into a bloody man.

Before he could no longer bear it, he finally touched it, but the next moment he was blown away by an even greater force.

He hit a stone heavily, and the huge force broke the stone. When he reacted, Brand and other servants had surrounded him, pointing their weapons at Master Xisu.

"It has nothing to do with him."

Ryan stood up, his legs trembling a little, but fortunately his physique was really strong, not much worse than that of a young dragon.

He didn't care about the injuries on his body, he was concerned about another thing.

Wrong?

How could it not be this artifact.

This world should be able to give Ryan a kind of divine blessing, most likely the blessing of the bear spirit, but after he touched the Sword of Gram, there was no feedback.

The spiritual panel was motionless.

Either the Frost Lord is not dead.

Or the target is wrong.

Is the Frost Lord dead or not? Ryan tends to be dead, because the North has eroded 90% of the land in this world, and only tens of thousands of people survive in the remaining 10% of the land. If He is still alive, He should find a way to save himself.

There is no trace to show this. The Sword of Gram relies on instinct to fight against the North, leaving some life for the remaining 10% of the world.

This can only be the instinctive resistance of the divine origin after the death of the gods. This divine origin is unwilling to die or disappear in obscurity. Even if there is only the last trace of energy left, it will attack the dead winter of the North without fear of death.

This is unyielding will, not saving lives.

So... the target is wrong?

Is there a second artifact in this world, or a similar totem token?

Ryan looked at the priest of the War Bear Tribe.

"Can I see your totem?"

Half a day later.

War Bear Tribe.

It was already evening, the bonfire lit up the night sky, and the white bears roared. Under the gaze of the tribesmen, the priest apprentices brought out a huge millstone.

It was not the war bear Ryan imagined, perhaps because it was too heavy.

The priests sang sacrificial songs, and then began to paint the two white bears with blood.

The white bears were a little irritable. They were different from the armored bears. Strictly speaking, they were just wild beasts, so they were not used to the strange blood on their bodies.

Fortunately, the world of white bears was pure. After several armored bears hit the two white bears with their heads and made them dizzy, they realized that they could not move.

Next to the two white bears, there stood two strong men. They were the masters of the white bears. Once the sacrifice was over, they would be able to become extraordinary warriors.

"There are only two steps in the sacrifice."

"But it takes a long time to train armored war bears and warriors."

"The first step is called like-mindedness. Young warriors are trained and live with white bears. Both sides adapt to each other's existence and become family members. This step takes at least ten years."

"Only warriors and bears with like-mindedness can proceed to the second step, called bear awakening."

"After that, they are descendants of the frost lord and become war bears that can fight tacitly."

"Is there a possibility of failure?"

Ryan asked, and Angelo beside him nodded.

"Yes, if the warrior is not strong enough and cannot withstand the power transmitted by the bear awakening, he will be exhausted and die."

"So for warriors, how to train their own war bears is also very important. Some warriors are too greedy and train their war bears to be majestic and powerful, but they cannot withstand the power fed back by the bear awakening and die."

"Some warriors are worried that they can't bear it, so they limit the food of the war bears, resulting in the inability of the two sides to tacitly fit, and then fail."

This extraordinary path is quite difficult.

Every time you learn about an extraordinary path, you can understand why knights have become the mainstream.

Magicians need talent, alchemists need to create things again and again, priests and missionaries of the Church need devout faith and the gift of the gods, and the war bear warriors in front of you also need a long time of mutual understanding and cultivation.

Only knights rely on their own persistence and determination.

God rewards hard work, this is the grace of knights.

Soon, the priest drew a large number of runes on the white bear's body, and then Ryan saw that a line was connected to the center of the huge millstone, and at the other end of the line that flew to the sky, there was a bird.

"Kite?"

Boom! ! !

The priests also served as weather forecasters. They also captured thunder tonight, and the thunder hit the kite. The silver-white lightning flowed into the millstone along the line.

The invisible force that Ryan couldn't understand covered the two white bears. Along with the roars of the armored bears around them, the two white bears lying on the ground gradually roared.

Their hair was shiny and the blood seemed to have been absorbed, and the white bears' bodies became stronger.

The bear awakened, and it was the turn of the two warriors to tremble. Ryan clearly heard the sound of bones rubbing, and blood flowed from their seven orifices, but both of them insisted on standing in place.

"Dil!"

A warrior shouted loudly. He stared at one of the warriors closely, because the other was about to succeed, but the warrior named Dill was about to kneel down. He couldn't hold on to the power fed back by the war bear!

"Hold on, Dill!"

The tribesmen of the War Bear Tribe stared nervously, and even the white bear next to Dill looked at him. If Dill failed, it would also weaken.

Seeing Dill fall to the ground, Ryan took action.

The divine blessing fell on Dill, and his body became visibly stronger.

"It actually worked."

Ryan was surprised. He originally wanted to try the effect, but he didn't expect that the deer spirit blessing would also help the sacrifice of the bear awakening of the war bear tribe.

So, is the so-called bear spirit blessing in this world not so necessary?

"No, it shouldn't be that simple."

Ryan didn't think that the deer spirit blessing and the horse spirit blessing could replace the bear spirit blessing that he hadn't gotten yet.

Because the horse spirit blessing is not only for people, but also for war horses.

Based on this inference, the bear spirit blessing should not only be for warriors, but also for war bears, but Ryan's current blessing can't affect the war bear next to the warrior.

If the war bear can't be strengthened, then what's the difference between the extraordinary path of this world with or without bears, isn't it a knight?

"We still have to find a way to find the token."

Ryan came back to his senses, Dill in the middle roared hoarsely, Brand was telling others to give him food and water, and more people were staring at Ryan with scary eyes.

"You, how did you do it?"

Bogeld, who thought he was omnipotent, also looked at Ryan in shock and asked.

"Many people say that I am the god they fear."

Ryan said with a smile, and then looked at Bogeld.

"How about you join me, and when I regain my godhood, I will let you be the Pope."

"Forget it."

Bogeld hit the war bear next to him heavily, a little angry.

Dill had recovered over there, and Ryan looked at it. The deer spirit's blessing could eliminate the need for three to five years of training, allowing ordinary people to have the physique of a trainee knight, and be qualified to practice breathing techniques and give birth to life seeds.

But now the power shown by Dill is no less than that of the Bronze Knight. This is the power that the War Bear has fed back.

"It's very powerful."

Ryan quietly touched the sacrificial millstone amidst the grateful and eager eyes, but still did not get any response. From this point of view, the sacrificial objects of the three tribes of War Bear, Violent Bear, and Crazy Bear could not allow him to obtain the Bear Spirit Gift. Blessed.

It was a pity, but Ryan gained the friendship of the War Bear Tribe.

"You know, every time we had a bear awakening, people would die. We have more than two hundred bears, but we only have more than a hundred fighting bear warriors."

Ryan looked at Angelo and the priest next to him warily.

"You don't think this is easy, do you?"

"Isn't it easy?"

Angelo didn't have the reflexes of Master Xisu, so he asked blankly.

Ryan was speechless and said:

"Some things can only be given to my warriors. This is a gift from the gods, and it is also a gift from me."

"You really want to rule us."

Bogeld grabbed Ryan's tail again and said dissatisfiedly:

"Let the war begin!"

"For the sake of saving Dill today, we will only send a hundred soldiers!"

The belligerent woman shouted loudly, but Angeloco, who was known as the second boldest next to her, had no such idea.

He covered his daughter's mouth and made the latter struggle wildly.

"Sorry, sorry, Bogeld is still young and not very old, so what she said doesn't count."

Ryan was curious and got an answer that left him speechless.

Twelve years old?

He looked at Bogeld's powerful physique.

The adult you have been pretending to be for so long is still just a girl?

"Ahem!"

Ryan took a deep breath and waved.

"It's okay, I don't care about children."

Bogard had broken free from her father, and she kicked towards Ryan with a strength comparable to that of the Golden Knight.

"You are the child!"

Brand took action, grabbed Bogeld's foot and threw it away.

A moment later, there was a huge movement from the lake, and with the last splash of water, many people looked at Brand in shock.

"Why are you so powerful?"

Bogeld's eyes widened in disbelief.

At noon the next day, Ryan opened the door and returned to the Tundra Territory. In one day, the basket he brought had already contained a large amount of fresh catches, and the rest he raised in a lake of the War Bear Tribe, using fish. The fence separates the fish belonging to him from those of the War Bear tribe.

"It's very delicious."

In the castle, Ryan picked up the fresh and tender fish meat and let it taste in his mouth. There was no fishy smell. The firm and tender fish meat was not comparable to the dried salted fish sent by his father-in-law.

"Salted fish can only be fed to cats."

Ryan sighed, and the green lion next to his feet barked and raised his head in confusion.

"I didn't tell you, just keep going."

The little lion shook his head, then lowered his head and continued to eat the dried salted fish.

An eagle's cry came from the sky, sharp and majestic. Ryan glanced out the window, a little surprised.

"Roland sent the gryphon here so quickly?"

"It seems like Brock likes it very much."

"Master Brok doesn't like it at all. He keeps letting the gryphon race against your winter on the ground, and he loses every time."

Next to her, the Viscountess said with a smile.

"I'll tell you to be honest later."

Ryan said that he is not that strict. There is no aristocratic airs in the castle, so the maids in the castle will not have a sullen face all day long. Many of them have smiles on their faces.

Only at night would the maid scream in fear.

"Master, it's still daytime."

"Can't you learn magic during the day?"

…

At the foot of Rhinohorn Mountain.

Roland felt a little regretful.

"Is Baron Lane not back yet?"

The soldier didn't answer, just blocked him out.

The next day, Roland met Mr. Ryan who had been riding for almost a day.

"Mr. Roland wants to visit Beifeng Province?"

Ryan was a little wary. Roland would stay in the tundra territory for a while until the forging of the heavy hammer was completed, and then return to the Kingdom of Andara with a batch of weapons.

Therefore, during this period of time, Ryan was busy traveling to other worlds, but Roland was very leisurely.

He is not a man who lives in idleness. I heard that neither the maid who took care of him did anything, but she was focused on her career.

Ryan admired him, but he still didn't want Roland to run around in Beifeng Province.

"Yes, Baron Lane, I would like to borrow your identity in the territory to visit Countess Winter."

I just praised you, but I didn’t expect you to be such a person!

Ryan looked at Roland. Under his strange eyes, Roland's purpose was revealed.

"Countess Winter is a senior. Even my father admires her achievements in space magic. My practice has reached a bottleneck. If I can get her guidance, I think I can go further."

So that's it. Ryan was a little surprised. Roland turned out to be a magician who practiced space magic.

"No wonder Mr. Roland has so many precious space magic weapons on him."

When they first met, Ryan was very envious. Roland loaded up so many weapons and equipment with just a wave of his hand.

I thought it was a huge space storage magic device, and it was actually the case, but it was not one.

"Space magic is too difficult. If possible, I would rather practice wind magic."

Roland was a little helpless. His father was a legendary magician with the title of "Wind Emperor".

"My father once wanted to be a space magician, but his talent was not good, so he chose wind magic. After I tested that I had good talent, my father asked me to become a space magician."

If he became a wind magician, Roland couldn't imagine how fast his progress would be under the guidance of his father.

Bad talent, legendary magician, can these words really be put together?

Ryan blinked his eyes. He didn't have good talent either. Could he become a legendary magician?

"No, I have to increase the time to learn magic."