Throne of the North

Master Ryan was learning magic knowledge with a scream, and the pressure of the dragon covered the Rhino Horn Mountain.

Roland also got an identity, Lord Yazhe from the frozen land, and went to visit Countess Winter to pursue the truth of space magic.

The North Wind Province was still so quiet. In the cold wind, all the noble territories were silently waiting for the arrival of next spring.

"Now we are waiting for next year, isn't it too early?"

Ryan sent a large number of soldiers deep into the northern border. The world further north of the North Gar Lake did not find any traces of orcs going south.

"It seems that the orcs will not go south this year. They are still good at fighting the cold in the north."

Ryan is most worried about this matter now.

The fortress in Xiangshan Plain has never been built. Although the noble territory of Hanshan City County has begun to be rebuilt, it still cannot stop the attack of the orcs.

If the orcs continue to go south this year, it will be a big trouble.

After all, a large number of troops are in another world.

It doesn't matter whether other nobles are worried or not, Ryan is really concerned, fortunately no trace of orcs was found.

In the cold weather, the people can only live in the territory town. If there were not many orders from the frozen land territory, I am afraid that the three taverns would have been overcrowded.

Waiting for next year seems too early, and the same is true for the Marquis of the North Wind, the governor.

In the cold wind, he looked at the flat wasteland in front of him. If it is reclaimed as farmland, it is also a good choice, but it is better to use it to transplant trees from another world.

"The light shines on us, and all our actions are small and short-lived for the great light."

"But the light will give us the courage to survive."

"The cold wind is the test He gave us. As long as the test is completed, the devout believers can be blessed by the great light!"

"We will not get sick, we will be rich, and we will be strong."

He called for the greatness of light, and the working civilians also had light in their eyes, looking forward to the arrival of that day, the great god of light bless them, so that they can become rich families who can rest for a day after working for a day.

Beside the Marquis of the North Wind, there were more than a dozen magicians, half of whom were brought by him, and the other half were from other nobles.

Their role?

Transplanting precious trees from another world is not a simple matter, especially because different species require different environments and areas for each flower, grass and tree.

The magicians knew this range, but because they were not so good at it, some of them died.

"Wait a few days, the invited druids will arrive, and then there will be no need to worry."

As for whether the death of the transplanted trees will affect the greatness of light, the Marquis of the North Wind said that he didn't care.

"Light is immortal, and eternally hangs high in the sky. The dim light He emits does not mean that He is weak, but because He is too powerful, so He doesn't care about the dim light."

On the surface, this is the case, but in fact, he quickly used the royal channels to invite druids to save every transplanted crop.

"Yes, it's this tree. There must be a ten-meter radius around it. How many ten meters? Five of you lie down and one child can lie down at home."

"This bush must be raised, move those stones over, and the ditch should not be so far away. In the other world, this bush lives under the mountain spring!"

"..."

A spectacle, what can be praised as a spectacle, in fact, the requirements do not need to be too high.

For example, the Thunder Cloud Mountain in Thunder Cloud County, where thunder often struck in the past, can also be said to be a spectacle.

In general, things that cannot be seen in ordinary places and only have certain places can be considered a spectacle.

According to Ryan's idea, it would be fine to build an ordinary spectacle.

But what the Marquis Beifeng wanted was not that. He must shock the world, so he spent a huge price to transport a batch of sunflowers from the south and planted them in all directions of the spectacle area.

And... under the magic secret pattern, the sunflowers are always blooming, gradually becoming a golden landscape.

"The light shines on us."

There are many mines in the North Wind Province, which means that there are no such rich vegetation conditions. Therefore, although the wonder has not been built yet, the current scene has shocked many nobles. As the nobles brought their followers back to show off, this wonder also makes people in the entire North Wind Province feel yearning and curious.

Pious faith needs to come from the heart, and ultimately the power of this faith will converge on the sun hanging high above the world.

The dawn and the sun are essentially the same. If not, the world in the south would have been in chaos long ago, and the Church would have set off a war in the whole world.

Therefore, when the sun responded to the golden flame, it became...the authority of the Church fell.

Yes, the golden flame fell from the sky. On this day, when the cold wind from the north blew all over the North Wind Province, the Marquis of the North Wind arrogantly commanded the believers of light to build the wonder.

Openly and watched by countless people, a ray of golden flame fell from the sun and fell into the body of the Marquis of the North Wind.

On this day, the North Wind Province became much warmer, and only Ryan, who was far away in the frozen land, did not feel it.

And this is the real miracle, a tiny flame can warm the vast land of the entire province for a whole day.

"God's grace!"

Countless people knelt on the ground and looked at the Marquis of Beifeng with blazing eyes. Even the nobles who came to watch the construction of the spectacle were shocked. The etiquette of the nobles was in awe of the supreme light.

Marquis Beifeng was trembling, and he was also surprised. He admitted that he originally built the wonders to prove and express himself, and that light was just an excuse. Wonders were never meant for gods to see, but for people to see.

But now! He overturned all his thoughts and got rid of all the nonsense.

The wonder is the will of the God of Light!

No one had a firmer faith than him, and he received divine grace. This time it was no longer the royal intervention speculated by outsiders, but real divine grace from the great light above his head.

boom!

Golden flames burned in the sky, and Marquis Beifeng looked indifferently at the civilians working below.

"All heretics who blaspheme the light will be burned to death by the great divine flames and fall into the deepest part of hell!"

His voice was not loud, but it echoed here without disappearing. The civilians below did not have much fear, but were more in awe, looking at the Marquis of the North Wind with ardent eyes.

This is the deterrence brought by the gods, and it is also the pressure that the former Holy See of Dawn exerted on all the kingdoms and empires on the continent.

Legends can make history bumpy, but gods look down forever.

The construction of the spectacle went more smoothly, and Marquis Beifong began to look different in the eyes of the nobles.

"It actually caused a miracle?"

In the tundra territory, Ryan got up and was a little shocked. He heard what happened in the distance. This was a real miracle that could not be falsified.

"Really the God of Light?"

He looked up at the sun in the sky, and for the first time he felt a little in awe of the existence that brought light to the world.

"That's not right. According to this, the being that the Holy See of Dawn believes in is also this person, but the name is different. The convergence of faith ultimately rests on Him. However, I haven't heard of any miracles from the Holy See of Dawn recently."

"Is the faith of the entire Holy See inferior to that of Marquis Beifong?"

The professional was defeated by the amateur. Ryan couldn't believe that Marquis Beifeng really had any religious beliefs.

The empire was spreading propaganda, so the Holy See got the news unusually fast.

On the Holy Mountain, the noble pope and bishops were angry for three days and three nights, smashing countless valuable objects.

“Why did that hypocrite receive divine grace?!!!”

The pope was roaring, asking questions up and down the Holy Mountain, and the whole Holy Mountain was once again in a state of panic.

They don't care whether the bright pioneers of the empire have received divine grace. What they care about is that what the Holy See has not received has been obtained by the other side.

The Holy See has never received a gift from the gods from such a small thing!

Even if the Pope does not contact cathedrals around the world, he can imagine the terrible impact this incident will have after it spreads, and the serious consequences it will bring to the Holy See of Dawn.

The Empire got off to a very bad start, leaving the southern kingdoms, duchies, and counts all ready to take action. If the Holy See had not been powerful enough, the Empire would definitely not be the only territory trying to drive away the Holy See.

The big nobles who own the territory are already on shaky ground. When the news about Beifeng Province spreads, some nobles may have made up their minds secretly.

It was just an insignificant flame. It might not be effective against the Sky Knights, but it could burn the majesty of the Holy See for many years. Many people would die, many monks and nuns from the Holy See would die, and many missionaries would die. Scholars and priests died.

The flames burned not the heretics, but their Morning Holy See!

"I want to hold a sacrifice! Let the divine grace fall and let the Holy Son go to the battlefield. I want to see the victory of the war!"

The pope is roaring, and the terrifying pressure is more intense than the dragon. This is a fact. At the foot of the holy mountain, the dragon is crawling in fear, and there is a harsh sound of the collision of chains.

"The glory of the morning will not abandon His devout believers!"

On top of the Holy Mountain, in a certain church.

Archbishop Adriana wore a gorgeous archbishop's robe to cover up the bumps on her body. She recited the glory of the Lord devoutly and listened to the angry roars coming from the top of the Holy Mountain.

"This is not the Lord's gift to Marquis Beifeng, but a punishment to us."

"The Holy See has stood at the pinnacle of the world for too long, and too many people have been corrupted from top to bottom. We have slacked off the Lord's trust, and we have forgotten why the Lord has supreme glory."

"The flame is his punishment to the Holy See and a guide to our devout believers."

“He guides us to where we should go most, and He guides us in the most useful way.”

"To... fight against the cold winter in the north."

"The fire burns cold, dead silence, darkness, and is our enemy."

She whispered softly, and the holy light shrouded her body became more and more intense. Finally, the church was pierced by a beam of light. The beam of light fell from the sky and fell into golden flames. The flames turned into thousands of butterflies and rippled around Adrienne's body. around.

She finally walked out of the church. Behind her, the majestic and magnificent church was broken into pieces. Only the sculpture of the Lord of the Dawn stood under the glow of the sun, emitting a different light.

The first ray of dawn the next day.

The popes and archbishops on the Holy Mountain held sacrifices. They recognized the divine grace of Beifeng Province, and then devoutly recognized their mistakes. They told the world that the ray of flame was not a gift from the gods, but a gift from the Lord of the Dawn. Punishment by the Holy See.

"They are pious and we are humble. We faithfully fulfill the Lord's will and spread the Lord's glory to every corner of the world."

In short, the Holy See told the Lord of the Dawn that they knew they were wrong, and then... reduced the influence of the bright charism promoted by the empire by most of it.

“When will the Lord forgive us?”

Around the Holy Mountain, countless believers looked forward to receiving the flour distributed by the Pope himself.

"Quickly."

The Pope looked at the empire, looking in the direction of the north, and replied kindly, smiling, and lovingly.

“All will know that the Lord forgives us.”

The divine grace in Beifeng Province is like a circle of insignificant ripples, but with the help of the empire, the ripples become farther and farther away, becoming more and more like a stormy sea.

Kingdom of Andara.

"The faith of the Holy See is not exclusive?"

"The Lord of the Morning, the God of Light, is he punishing or diverting his attention?"

In Andala's royal family, the old king was not stupid, he was thinking of all possibilities shrewdly.

"But if it's punishment, why would you use this method to bestow divine favor on members of the imperial family?"

"Andara Kingdom, how should I choose?"

"No, McReynolds is the most serious concern for the kingdom now. Ayi, are you loyal to the royal family or to your inner desires?"

He asked, and then when he was thinking about reducing the resources of the Holy See, the voice of the attendant came from outside.

"Your Majesty, Pastor Soto is here to greet you."

"It came so quickly."

The old king sneered, and then said:

"Let him in!"

The attendant did not leave, but continued:

"Your Majesty, Queen Leta will arrive at the royal city in half an hour."

"A woman from the Leta family?"

The old king asked as his memory was not very good.

"Yes, among the concubines you choose, she will inherit the status of queen."

"very good!"

The old king laughed, but his voice was a little hoarse.

"It seems that Leta has made a choice. He really sent his sister here and ordered him to send the Witch Ghost Army to the west to station in the Twin Cities."

The aide took the order, but he couldn't help but be sure, but he asked the question cleverly and based it on the king's interests.

"Your Majesty, when the Witch Ghost Legion passes through, your two manors will be affected. Those two manors will lose 600,000 gold coins."

The old king felt a little painful, but he still said firmly:

"That's it."

Outside, footsteps could be heard, and the priest from the Holy See was approaching.

The attendant left, unable to help but feel helpless. He was talking about 600,000 gold coins, but it would be better to say tens of thousands of slaves.

Grand Duke Leta has never been very popular in the kingdom, because it was a royal family from a different world that was captured by the kingdom's army led by Archduke McReynolds 80 years ago. He finally swore to abandon the glory and past of the royal family and became the Kingdom of Andara. The Grand Duke, the witch-ghost army in his hands is even more like a demon.

It is said that it is the product of the final struggle of the gods of that world in the pan-dimensional war. It is bloodthirsty and evil.

As the attendant was walking, he suddenly saw someone waiting for him in front of him. He wanted to change paths, but was stopped first.

"Your Highness Hernan."

The attendant bowed bravely.

"Well, Mr. my future palace official, does my father have any instructions?"

"Your Majesty asked me to arrange the etiquette for the Queen to enter the city."

"Well, let's do it."

When the attendant left, the young man with gloomy eyes clenched his fists.

"Why do you have to be promoted to a queen at this time? Do you still have that function?"

The young man was a little irritable.

"No, if the Leta family participates in the fight for the throne, I will be very passive."

"I have to get the support of the Leta family in advance. If not..."

The old king of Andara was also very ambitious when he was young. He was determined to build the Kingdom of Andara into the most powerful kingdom outside the empire. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to his career, which can be described as wise.

But this also resulted in that almost all of his children were born in old age. Each of them was in awe of their father's majesty, but at the same time they were not so pious and fearful of the king's identity.

The old king felt relieved at first, as if he had seen the next version of himself, but as time passed, he realized that each of his abilities was too poor.

The powerful kingdom in his hands will weaken in the hands of his next generation, and the majesty of the royal family will not be able to adapt to more and greater rights because of his departure.

At this time, he began to regret that he and Archduke McReynolds had chosen two completely different paths.

Even at the end of his life, he was still unwilling to give in.

Equally unwilling, there is another person who once regarded each other as a confidant.

Archduke McReynolds.

"You know what? We two are very similar."

"Whether it's character, ambition, or the way we handle things, we once put our political vision on paper and compared it with each other, and the results were all very similar."

"At that time, we all doubted whether the other person was our brother."

"So we really became brothers. We made the kingdom stronger, fighting against the aliens in the north, resisting the empire and the Holy See, and suppressing the noble territories in the south."

"So I know that he will not be content unless he suppresses the McReynolds family and destroys the Griffin Corps."

Beside Grand Duke McReynolds, the eldest son Otto crouched lazily on a stone, seemingly not listening to his father at all.

Grand Duke McReynolds was a little angry, he was sure that this kid didn't listen at all.

Unlike the second son who didn't let him worry at all, the eldest son was too much of a slap.

"Can't you just learn from your brother!"

Otto finally responded.

"Father, my brother just listens to you too much, so now he is neither high nor low. No matter how powerful the space magic is, it doesn't matter if it's not suitable. If he learns wind magic from you, he will be a great wizard now, not to mention the sanctuary."

"Not long ago, he asked me for a griffin to give away. Hey, if he was a great wizard, Baron Ryan would definitely not dare to bully him."

"What do you know!"

McReynolds waved his hand, and the strong wind rolled Otto into the mud.

"I don't understand, so I think, father, if you are afraid that the old king will destroy our griffin army, then it is better to act in advance."

"We will chop him down and become the king of Andara ourselves."

Otto laughed, as if he was daydreaming.