Throne of the North

"Ryan, this is all your fault!"

As a lord, as a noble, of course they will not look for the reasons in themselves. They have never had the opportunity to find problems in themselves since they were young.

"If you hadn't commanded us to leave the castle, how could my soldiers lose so many? How could my territory be plundered and looted by them?!"

Ryan also looked at Barnes coldly. His anger had not been released yet, and it was Barnes' turn?

"Barnes, are you questioning me?"

"Between the noble allies, facing the war, one side escaped in the face of the battle. Is this the honor of your Barnes family?"

"I have never heard of such a thing in the entire southern continent. Barnes, do you know what you will become if this kind of thing spreads to the south of the empire?"

"You will be spurned by all the nobles. No noble will be willing to regard your Barnes family as a friend. They will only laugh at and be wary of you, a treacherous villain!"

"You!"

Barnes pointed at Ryan, his chest kept rising and falling but he couldn't say a word.

In the war, he left Ryan's army. Although he didn't run away, he left.

This is a fact, a fact that no one can refute, and he can't suppress it.

"Your soldiers died? If you had stationed them in that town, would so many of your soldiers have died, dying at the gate of your own castle, blocked outside by the narrow mountain road and gate of the North Wind Flower that you are proud of?"

"Your town was looted? Your enemies are not orcs, but nobles. Nobles have their own rules. They absolutely dare not loot your territory without reason in public. All the reasons are because you lost the war here."

"They are the winners of the war, and they should enjoy the rights of the winners. Looting is one of them."

"Before your army failed, did they loot the town? Everything is because of the war, and the winner enjoys everything!"

"All this was caused by you, Barnes!"

"Not only did you cause the death of your army, the wealth of your territory was plundered, but also caused more than half of my army to die."

Ryan stared at Barnes' face. The hot breath brought by the Flame Dragon Knights made Barnes a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Barnes, you probably didn't expect me to win, did you? I won the victory that should have belonged to us. I caused Earl Weiss's army to suffer heavy losses in Lingdu County. I used a thousand soldiers to win a war that was several times larger than our enemy."

"This war will be recorded and praised, and you, Barnes, will be a dishonest villain who betrayed the honor of the nobility and fled away without his allies in this story!"

Hearing this, Barnes finally panicked and whispered:

"I didn't run away, I was just too worried about my castle."

"Humph! Baron Barnes, you'd better do this, instead of being afraid when you see Earl Weiss's army."

"In addition, you should be glad that I won this war. Perhaps this victory should belong to the three of us barons."

Barnes' eyes lit up.

"Ryan... I agree to the distribution of the Ice Peak Forest. You will take 30%, and Baron Hatton and I will each take 10%."

"And Ryan... Can you let my people participate in the recording?"

Indeed, this war in which the few defeated the many is destined to be recorded and passed down. Barnes doesn't want bad news about himself to spread in it. He wants to be the winner.

Ryan looked at Barnes with a cold smile.

"Let's talk about this later. You'd better arrange someone to clean up your territory. If those corpses are left for a long time, there will be plague."

Ryan certainly couldn't let Barnes off so easily about this matter.

From now on, the alliance of the three nobles will be completely based on the frozen land territory.

No matter from which aspect.

...

"Actually... lost?"

Viscount Miles looked at the news in his hand in shock, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, worried that he was dazzled.

In the end, he had to admit that this was destined to be a war that would be passed down.

"The Frozen Baron defeated the 4,000 soldiers from the Count Weiss family with only 1,000 soldiers. This war will shock the entire North Wind Province."

Beside him, Christian couldn't help but worry about his father.

"Father, at least we don't have any troops to go there. This failure is without Miles."

"What do you know!"

Viscount Miles roared, like an old beast, looking at the news in his hand unwillingly.

Next to him, Viscount Miles's youngest son, Rag, spoke up:

"Brother, this war represents the war between Viscount Miles and the Frozen Baron, and the family name will appear in the most prominent place no matter what."

"Moreover, Earl Weiss's army lost to the Frozen Baron, and we no longer have an absolute advantage to deal with Viscount Dragun. In fact, after Viscount Dragun knows this news, he is likely to become proactive and even attack us."

"We must help Earl Weiss gain the support of the entire Lingdu County, and then use the Earl Weiss family to suppress the nobles of Lingdu County, so that the Miles family will occupy this land forever."

"But now..."

Christan looked at Rag, he could hear that these words made sense and were what his father wanted to hear, but his eyes were deeply hidden with anger at the moment.

His younger brother had the glory that should have belonged to him.

"Christan, you go out first."

The tired voice of Viscount Miles made Christian even more angry, but he did not dare to resist his father.

"Rag... maybe you are right."

...

A war will be passed down and will change the situation in Lingdu County. Viscount Dragun quickly sent people to the North Wind Flower to congratulate Ryan on becoming a dazzling military noble in the empire.

Then he invited them to attack Lingdu City together. Viscount Dragun's army had already assembled and was about to set out to the front of Lingdu City to occupy the land he had been thinking about.

Of course, Ryan refused, and the reason was also very reasonable. He and Baron Barnes' army suffered unprecedented losses and no longer had enough troops.

For this point, he believed that the nobles would not doubt it, because it was destined to be tragic to win with fewer troops and without the advantage of terrain, and the failure in front of the North Wind Flower Fortress was destined to be doubled by those ostentatious nobles.

Maybe now, according to those nobles, Baron Barnes no longer had any soldiers, only slaves.

On the fifth day after the envoy left, Ryan learned through scouts that Viscount Dragun's army appeared thirty miles outside Lingdu City, with tens of thousands of troops.