Throne of the North

Listening to Beard's words, Ryan probably understood.

This extraordinary world was very magical and different from the illusions he had come across in another world before.

In the Flor Empire, among the royal family, there was an army called the Knights Templar. They once trampled the bones of giants and challenged the gods with their heads.

Archduke Meyers, who had made the North Wind Province an imperial territory, had an army of nightmare knights that were invincible.

In addition to ordinary armies, the other three Grand Dukes of the empire also have at least one famous legion.

This is true even for his father, Earl Clayton's Flame Dragon Knights. The mounts of the Flame Dragon Knights are said to be able to breathe out the power of the flame dragon's breath.

Outside the empire, those kingdoms, dukes and counties, and the nobles who came south from the northern border of the mainland also have some extraordinary legions in their hands.

Elves, dwarves... alien races also have these things.

These did not exist before the gods started the pandimensional war.

The reason for all this is divinity.

Only gods can possess divinity, but with the onset of the pan-dimensional war, gods also fell. The loss of divinity after their death allowed these extraordinary legions to appear.

In addition, for example, the Flame Dragon Knight Breathing Technique practiced by Ryan may also have divine reasons, because only Clayton's bloodline can normally practice this Knight Breathing Technique, which is considered a patent of the Clayton family.

Thinking of this, Ryan looked at his golden finger.

“Does spirituality have anything to do with divinity?”

The gods can give birth to divinity, and the people in his territory seem to be able to provide him with spirituality.

The gods can start pan-dimensional wars and plunge worlds into eternal winter, and the spirituality he controls...

Ryan raised his head and saw fire in the distance, and a village appeared in front of him. The village was surrounded by fences sealed by ice, which served as a basic defense and a means to withstand the cold wind.

It's very cold here, and with every step Ryan takes, he feels like his knees are sinking into the snow and ice. Compared with here, the Tundra Territory is simply not too warm.

Under such an environment, the humans in this village also have ways of resisting the cold that are better than the villagers in the tundra territory.

They followed the footprints, so they arrived at the gate of the village. When they arrived, there were already a dozen strong men in animal skin clothes holding spears staring at them.

But Ryan felt that after seeing a few of him, these strong men were relatively relaxed.

Rosen was on guard. They followed Ryan on the way to the Tundra Territory, but they saw too much evil, and even the Baron was dispersed for the last time.

It was just that his hands were a little nervous, because he felt that the strong men in front of him had no traces of the Knight's Breathing Technique on their bodies, but they felt that they were not weaker than himself.

Especially the one at the head was simply covered with a layer of animal skin, and the rest was so naked in the cold wind.

Isn't he cold?

"Aren't you cold?"

Ryan asked. He was indeed curious because there were no traces of transcendence on the other party.

The young man in question seemed to be only four or five years older than Ryan, but he had a strong body. It seemed that only with this kind of body could he survive the cold.

"It's not cold."

Brand patted his chest, as if to describe his strength.

Then he looked at Ryan curiously, "Are you a noble master? Why did the noble master come to our tribe?"

"Aren't you all guarding the underground fire veins?"

Ryan did not answer the other party's words, but said:

"Invite us in and sit down?"

After looking at the three Ryans, Brand nodded and stepped aside. As he stepped aside, the remaining people also put away their spears.

Obviously, this young man's status in this tribe is not low.

"He's the closest thing the kid has to the Spirit of a Buck."

When Ryan asked a middle-aged man in the tribe, the latter gave this answer.

But he didn't say much, and he seemed to be in awe of Ryan, a fair and noble man who looked like a noble.

"Not long ago, Brand hunted a big-antlered deer alone. Maybe this time he can succeed and get the blessing of the spirit of the stag."

The three Ryans arrived just in time, and it was obvious that the footprints they followed were Brand's.

When night fell two hours later, hundreds of torches were lit in this village called Luling, which almost illuminated the night and made the howling of wolves coming from the distant ice and snow seem intimidating.

Ryan saw a group of people surrounding Brand in the center, dancing what seemed like a sacrificial dance, while Brand was kneeling in the center. In front of him, there was a big-antlered deer with its limbs tied up.

The antlers were really big, and Ryan felt that the two antlers could easily penetrate Rosen's leather armor.

Compared with Ryan, Beard's eyes are sharper.

"Those two antlers can be made into a very powerful bow."

Hearing this, Ryan's eyes became more interested.

Brand pulled out a matte dagger. It didn't seem to be forged from any metal, but was ground from the bones at the base of the antlers of the big-horned deer.

The dagger was getting closer to the big-horned deer, and the big-horned deer's eyes were exceptionally calm.

Ryan noticed that every villager dancing around Brand was wearing a bone mask, which was also polished from the skull of a giant deer, and looked particularly creepy.

"Call the Deer Spirit!"

A dozen elderly villagers worked together to move a three or four meter high deer head statue and placed it in front of Brand, who just took out a giant deer heart at this time.

Around them, the villagers who were originally dancing knelt on the ground.

"Brand, this is the third time, if..."

"No if."

Brand resolutely pressed the beating heart in his hand on the forehead of the huge deer head, and blood flowed down.

Time passed, and in the firelight under the night sky, the silence was terrible.

"Failed, the deer spirit has fallen in the war of the gods, and we... have lost our faith."

A group of old people burst into tears, and Brand also fell into silence.

At this time, Ryan didn't know how he had come to the center of the firelight from the outermost position where he could only observe.

He looked at the huge deer head and then stretched out his palm.

The crowd around him was somewhat numb, and no one stopped him.

However, at the moment when his palm touched the deer head, a roar that resounded through the night sky seemed to fall from the sky. In this roar, everything was quiet, and countless beasts in the cold winter all trembled and crawled on the ground.

The huge deer head was broken, and everyone saw that there was a transparent and proud stag jumping out of the fragments of the deer head, looking at the boy who seemed to be a noble, and then rushed towards the other party.

The stag sank into Ryan's chest. Almost in an instant, Ryan felt his bones crackling, and huge power continued to surge in his limbs.

His figure, in this short moment, was slightly raised.

"I, became a formal knight?"