Throne of the North

Faith, is it because of the existence of gods that human beings have faith, or is it because of the existence of faith that gods appear in front of humans.

There is no answer to the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg. However, it is an indisputable fact that humans’ devout belief in the birth of the soul makes gods bow their heads.

Walking on the cold ground with bare feet, the refreshing coldness came from the soles of his feet. Ryan was unmoved. He walked calmly among the countless people.

At first, the noisy land was always lively. How could these slaves stare at the noble master? They had no idea that Ryan had appeared beside them.

They were noisy, thinking about how fast they had to run during the meal today to get the hottest bite.

Just a glance from the corner of the eye scared these people so much that they didn't even care about tomorrow's meal. They knelt on the ground in fear and didn't dare to make a sound anymore. They watched those clean feet stepping on the soil without making a single sound. sound.

These slaves were so frightened that they even forgot how to address the nobles in front of them. In short, the originally noisy voice suddenly stopped at this moment.

At first, not many people cared about it because they couldn't see that when the aristocratic master was no longer aloof, he was just like ordinary people. They needed to look past the many figures behind him to see the aristocratic master's appearance and react.

Later, those other people who were blocking his gaze knelt down.

At this time, the slaves in the distance gradually came to their senses. Looking at the people kneeling on the ground and Ryan walking on the ground, they quickly knelt down.

The noisy world gradually became quiet, until at a certain moment there was no more sound.

Ryan passed through heads one by one, yes, heads. The slaves pressed their foreheads against the soil on the ground, ignoring the dirt. In other words, they themselves were dirtier than the soil under their feet.

Naturally, they did not dare to move. Raising their heads was the power of the knights, and lowering their heads was the pride of the common people. Slaves did not exist in any rules. They were part of the living population, nothing more.

"Why are you fighting?"

Ryan asked calmly. His voice was gentle and not loud, but it spread far away and fell in the ears of every slave.

This was told to them, but among the countless people present, no one could understand it.

They can’t hear, don’t want to hear, can’t understand, and don’t want to understand.

Until, Ryan put a broken wooden bowl with a bowl of porridge mixed with sand and wheat and placed it in front of the head of a slave on the ground.

The fragrant smell made the slave's stomach growl. He slowly moved his head so that his eyes could see the food, but in the end he pushed the wooden bowl over. It didn't matter. The moment he saw it was food, the slave swallowed it in big gulps and didn't care. Everything that goes into your mouth.

Halfway through the meal, he suddenly noticed Ryan standing in front of him. The noble master was watching him eat, which made the slave panic. He wanted to kowtow and beg for mercy, but he couldn't help but the food cooled down.

"Do you know who I am?"

Ryan stood in front of the slave and asked like this. The slave shook his head and nodded quickly.

"You are a noble nobleman."

"Then what?"

"there is none left."

The world of aristocrats is too far away for slaves. Even the knights they may see in ordinary times are noble lords whose faces cannot be remembered by slaves, because it is difficult for them to raise their heads and see the faces of these people.

They lowered their heads and looked at the land in front of them. The world in front of them was all they had. The vastness of the world belonged to the nobles and knights, but it did not belong to these slaves who could never live without the land in front of them.

Ryan's reputation spread far and wide, but it was difficult for these slaves to know his appearance even from the sky.

Ryan was not angry. Flames spread on his fingers and he looked at the slave in front of him.

"Keep your head up."

"Look at me clearly, my name is Ryan."

The slave nodded blankly. For him, a clean nobleman would always be out of reach. At this moment, his mind had lost all thought.

"My name is Nino."

"Very well, Nino, I remember your name, now tell me what you are fighting for."

Ryan's voice made the slave in front of him tremble with excitement. He also wanted to say that he also remembered Master Ryan's name, but his mind cooled down like wheat porridge in front of him. He continued to tremble, but it was because of fear and panic.

"I, I, I..."

He hesitated and couldn't tell the answer.

"You want to be full and not hungry."

Ryan answered the question for him, and then Ryan said:

"When you dream, what do you dream about?"

For the life in front of the North, dreams are too far away. The dreams brought by the Moon Lady at night can never get rid of two topics.

"In your dream, you won't starve or get cold."

Having enough food and clothing is the biggest problem and the most unassailable dream in the north. Nino thought for a long time and then nodded blankly.

"Yes, I don't want to starve, nor do I want to freeze to death, but I wake up from the cold every time."

"This is my dream too."

Ryan said this, shocking countless slaves. They couldn't understand why the noble master had such a dream like him.

"I have the same dream as you, but the difference between me and you is that I know who to pray to."

"Are you cold now?"

"Are you scared at night?"

"But are you scared now?"

"Why?"

"Because of the sun in the sky."

"His falling sunlight makes you feel warm. You don't want to hide in a dark tent, but come out and expose your whole body to the sunlight. You wish you could have the sun shining on the front and back of your body."

"That way, you won't be cold."

"But you don't dare do that at night because the sun has disappeared."

"He gives us light and keeps us from being cold, but Nino, do you know how the food you eat appears?"

"It's...a gift from the gods."

Nino spoke blankly. He had forgotten to think about it. Everything that happened today was more than what he had encountered in his past life.

"It is the blessing of light. The sun shines on the land and makes food grow in the soil. Then, we will not starve."

"Great light, let us no longer starve, no longer suffer from the cold."

"Praise the light."

"The sun in the sky can help you realize your dreams. It can prevent you from waking up from the cold in the middle of your dream. The most devout people can never go hungry or freeze."

These slaves didn't understand what Ryan said before, but they understood the last sentence.

"Sunlight……"

Nino took out half of the thick books from under his tattered clothes. Ryan was not surprised. He had already seen that this slave had teachings from the light. He picked them up from somewhere, and most of them were The bark and paper had been torn off, and seemed to have been used as firewood for warmth on certain nights. The birch bark-tanned paper was still very good at releasing heat.

"Oh, praise the light."

Nino held up the book in his hand. He vaguely knew what it was and heard a voice say it before.

"The great sun gives us food and drives away the cold that freezes us to death. But soon, the sun's light will no longer shine here or on you."

Ryan turned around and pointed to the outline of a mountain in the distance.

"Can you see that mountain? The warm sunshine will stay there and it will never appear here again."

"The food you have now will disappear when the time comes, because the bright sunshine will not shine here, and He will take away the food given to you. At the same time, you will not be able to change your body under the sunlight as you do now. If you stay warm, you will get colder, and many people will freeze to death every night.”

"But as long as you get to the other side of that mountain, you can enjoy the eternal warm sunshine and endless food."

"This is what the gods have given us. As long as we get there, you will no longer endure hunger and cold."

"The Illuminati will warm the people who show up there."

Ryan's voice made countless people look forward to it. They looked at the faint outline of the mountain in the distance, showing eagerness and impatience.

That night, Ryan heard countless voices, praying for the light to stay, praying for the sunshine of the great God of Light not to leave here or disappear.

But the next day came, a gust of wind woke everyone up.

"It's so cold."

Rose, who was following Ryan, couldn't help but wrap her cloak tightly around her body. Although she was now embarking on the third and most cold-resistant knight's extraordinary path, he was still not used to the cold.

And when this gust of wind blows, no snow falls, and the pure cold wind can take away the temperature in anyone's body.

"How do you know that this wind is coming? And it will be so cold. Just like what you deceived those slaves yesterday, the light will leave and will no longer warm them or give them food."

"Didn't Mr. Rose notice that the sunshine the past few days was too warm and bright?"

Ryan can't say that this is some common sense in his memory. There is always peace before a storm, and a few days before the cold wind blows, there will always be a period of sunshine, tranquility and peace.

"And, do you think I'm lying to them?"

Ryan said with a smile and Rose nodded.

"If the sun really disappears, all the world will die. How could he leave?"

Rose didn't understand the allusion of looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst, and Ryan didn't think about explaining anything. He just said calmly:

"I deceived them, but I also saved them."

"Mr. Rose, how many of these people would have died last night if it hadn't been for me?"

Slaves have no sense of advance warning and will only respond when danger actually comes.

But a very serious problem is that for slaves, they often do not have much trial and error cost.

When the cold wind blows, these slaves will react and think of a way, but at this time, how many people can make it in time? How many people will die in an unexpected cold wind?

The belief that Ryan instilled during the day put thoughts in the hearts of these people who were about to freeze to death. They struggled, using their own consciousness to drag themselves away from being carried away by the cold wind. They struggled and looked at the outline of the mountain in the distance. , very close, very close.

As long as they reach the other side of the mountain, they will never be threatened by cold and hunger. They can have endless food and warmer sunshine.

Ryan gave them a hope to survive, allowing countless people to stand firm in the wind last night.

"This gust of wind will come either today or tomorrow. It will always come. I can't predict its appearance, but it is obvious that the sky and the earth are on my side."

Ryan rode a warhorse on the land, and many people around him looked at him differently.

For the slaves, they firmly believed what Ryan said yesterday, but there were many other soldiers in this army who knew more than the slaves and vaguely understood that what Ryan said was not quite right.

But the perfect east wind this night made many skeptics unsteady. In their eyes, Lord Baron Ryan was a nobleman blessed by God. Yesterday's words might be a warning of the gods' covetousness.

So today, these people looked at Ryan with more awe.

After having breakfast as an exception, the army moved forward again.

This is Leiyun County, and there is only one tall mountain in Leiyun County, and the rest are just some hills and soil slopes with slightly complex terrain.

The mountain that Ryan pointed out yesterday is obviously Leiyun Mountain, the mountain that seems to be close at hand, but in fact, it is still very far away from here.

Why this mountain? Because the werewolves are attacking there. There are many werewolves in Leiyun County, and the most are on the north side of Leiyun Mountain.

If the army appears there but does not find what Ryan said... Ryan doesn't care about it. How many people in this army can really get there.

"Monster, monster!!!"

There was a terrified roar from the front, but soon, the knights' mounts rushed over with the knights and knocked away the slave soldiers in front.

"What are you panicking about! You are soldiers, the army, these damn werewolves are your enemies, pick up your weapons and kill them!"

The knight roared angrily. It was only a short time after entering Leiyun County that they began to encounter werewolves, and not only in this direction, but also in all directions of the army.

These hideous and bloodthirsty werewolves are like floods and beasts to slaves. When they meet, they roar loudly, and dozens of them can disrupt the formation of thousands of people.

Ryan was in the center of the army. There was some chaos in front of him, but it was very quiet behind him.

This was due to the deterrence of thousands of fully armed soldiers behind him, and more importantly, it was because Ryan's prophecy yesterday became a reality today, making the slave soldiers of this army dare not touch his majesty. Since he did not move, the slave soldiers naturally did not dare to make any big moves.

In just one day, Ryan had become a legend among these slaves.

"The warm sunshine is just to the north of that mountain. Should we retreat and freeze to death, or go over and enjoy the light without hunger and cold?"

Ryan rode his warhorse to the front of the army. The cavalry of the Bucks Legion opened the way for him, but Ryan walked in the front. In front of him, those slave soldiers finally could not retreat anymore, otherwise they would collide with Ryan's warhorse.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and finally picked up the spears that fell on the ground, yelling and charging at the werewolves.

Behind them, some knights of the Stag Legion took out their beast bows. A few breaths after the arrows left the string, they had already pierced the thigh of the leading werewolf. Then the arrow of another knight's attendant pierced the claws raised by the angry werewolf. When the third arrow arrived, the werewolf's shoulder was also bleeding.

The arrows were fast and very thin. The slave army around could only see those terrible monsters being pierced by the spears, and then they fell down unwillingly, making the last roar of beasts.

"They are not terrible. These werewolves are evil monsters that prevent us from getting food."

No one could refute Ryan's words. The invasion of werewolves and the arrival of war did raise the food crisis in the North Wind Province to the highest point. Even starvation and freezing were caused by the invasion of werewolves.

They destroyed land and houses, looted food and bedding, and many people were either killed by orcs, or starved to death or froze to death on the way to escape.

It can be said that those slaves in this slave army who did not belong to Lingdu County and Tieshan County, but those who fled from places like Hanshancheng County, were all lucky. More people, like them, died halfway.

It is not surprising that they are afraid, because they were lucky to escape to Lingdu County, and they did not encounter werewolves during the process. Not many people have seen werewolves, otherwise they would not be one of the lucky ones.

The fear gradually dissipated, and the soldiers began to realize that the journey to the other side of the mountain would not be too smooth.