Throne of the North

Ryan sat where Grand Duke Moriarty had sat before. The animal skin of the chair had been stripped away, leaving the cold seat.

Looking at the scattered people, Ryan nodded to them.

"Why don't you leave together?"

"Leave? Where to? Exner is our home, and the Crucible City is our last fortress."

A middle-aged man laughed. In his hand, a bottle of wine rarely appeared, and he poured it into his mouth.

"My people followed the Mage Academy to the depths of the glacier, but I don't want to go on."

"My grandfather came to the south from the distant north, and my father took me across the cold winter to the Crucible City. When I came here, I didn't want to run away anymore."

"I'm not a noble, and the title of Viscount is inherited by my brother, so I don't have any burden to make such a choice."

Ryan looked at the others.

"I don't want to live on the glacier. My father died there. I don't want to go."

"Furnace City is our home."

"They don't want to take me with them."

There are many reasons for staying, some are frank, some are helpless, and some regretful.

"I don't know what the Viscount wants us to do."

Ryan looked at these people,

"No matter what happened in the past, you will probably be my people in the future, so I plan to give you some things to do."

"Those soldiers are all transformed from serfs. I want you to be their leaders and lead them to climb the city wall to fight the cult."

"Hiss~"

Hearing Ryan's words, almost everyone's eyes widened.

"It's impossible for us to go to the battlefield with those mud legs."

Some people's eyes were terrified. Going to the battlefield was absolutely impossible. They would never go in this life. If it was a war between other nobles, it would be fine, but those cultists, their minds have been eroded by the abyss, they are monsters.

The war between nobles is more particular. Even if you lose, you just pay a ransom. If you don't pay attention now, you will die.

"Of course you can refuse, but if the Crucible City is breached, I think your ending will not be much better, right?"

"Or you can chase them now, maybe you can catch up with the wizards' team."

"My Lord Viscount, what can we get if we go to the battlefield?"

Ryan looked at the person asking the question and answered:

"I will give you shelter, and in the name of the Deer Spirit, I will regard you as my people, and because of your knowledge and etiquette, I will allow you to obtain a piece of land and build your own house."

"I will be your lord, and you are my people."

"Viscount Witman has knocked us down from nobles to civilians in one fell swoop."

Ryan looked at these people and smiled indifferently.

"What else do you have besides this noble blood and insignificant and useless wealth?"

"You can't become a knight, and you can't go too far on the road of magic. The only difference between you and the common people is your birth."

"Whether you are a commoner is not up to me. If you are really qualified to be a noble, then no one has the right to deprive you of your glory."

"You must know that your ancestors became nobles by establishing meritorious deeds, making your blood noble."

"In the winter, you lost your territory, wealth and people, and came to the Crucible City."

"Now I want you to pick up the glory that belongs to the nobles, starting with the war."

Ryan got up and left, his voice echoing in this gorgeous parliament hall.

"You can refuse, but when I won't regret it, you'd better not regret it."

Ryan walked out of the parliament hall, turned over and rode on the warhorse, galloping on this noble land, the dark hoof prints imprinted on the clean ground were dazzling.

"Whoa~!"

Ryan pulled the reins, his arrival made all eyes fall on him, but no one dared to breathe loudly.

Because at this moment, Ryan was immediately in front of the city gate, and behind him were two hundred neatly armed knights.

As early as the time when the mages left synchronously, Ryan opened the plane door and asked Harrington to return to the frozen land to bring back all the soldiers. He did not go back in person, because after returning, the plane door was closed. If he appeared outside the city again, it would be miserable.

Two hundred majestic and silent knights appeared in the furnace city, shocking and ecstatic.

Ryan drew out his knight's sword, and the mithril armor flashed a dazzling light in the sun. He didn't say anything nonsense, just raised the sword and bathed in the sun.

"We will win!!!"

With a loud shout, the two hundred knights behind him also raised their knight's spears high and roared in unison.

"We will win!!!"

A blood-red stag phantom appeared above the army of only two hundred people, making a weak but shocking deer cry.

The spirit of the stag! Countless eyes looked at the shadow of the stag, breathing rapidly. Some grew up listening to those countless stories, and some hoped that the stag would appear to save the people of Exner. At this moment, these people began to gradually agree with the soldiers.

And as if influenced by them, the voices in the Crucible City began to sound like a tsunami.

"We will win!!!"

Ryan rode a war horse and led two hundred soldiers to rush and trample on the streets of Furnace City. His loud voice fell on the ears of every citizen of Furnace City.

"Winter has taken away our past, and the devil's descendants will also come to occupy our land. They plunder our food, eat our flesh and blood, and sacrifice our souls."

"I, Ryan Clayton, will never allow this kind of thing to happen in my territory!"

"By the honor of our family, no one can rob our land and food. If the devil wants to kill us, the sword in our hands will also kill the devil in the abyss!"

"I will protect my loyal people and I will defend my land!"

"I swear by the spirit of the stag that I will fight to the death against the invaders outside the city!!!"

"I swear by the spirit of the stag, I will lead all my people to the land of survival!"

"roar!!!"

Along with Ryan's roar, the shadow of a huge stag appeared above his head. The lifelike stag seemed to bring everyone back to a prosperous, free and easy place full of stories and wine more than a hundred years ago. The continent of Exnel.

Many old people knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes, calling for the protection of the stag.

At this moment, Ryan's reputation reached its peak. He returned to the northern city wall and climbed onto the city wall. Wherever he passed, all the soldiers lowered their heads, showing their awe and loyalty.

Ryan held the knight's sword and looked at the cultists outside the city who were charging from a distance to attack the city again.

"Soldiers, kill our enemies!"

"Must win!!!"

The soldiers, who were originally just slaves, felt like they had been given blood at this moment. They kept shouting and smashed the rocks down. After throwing the rocks, they also grabbed forks, wooden hammers and other farm tools and stabbed the cultists who climbed up. .