Throne of the North

In the Exner continent, after passing through the plane gate, Ryan felt that it was even colder here.

"The winter here seems to be getting colder and colder."

Wrapping up his deerskin cloak, Ryan passed through the plane gate after eleven servants. In the snow, he could not tell any direction.

In short, when he came again, he did not appear in the village where Brand and his friends were.

There was a spatial gap when the plane gate was opened.

Including Ryan, twelve people, each wrapped in a deerskin cloak, formed two lines and walked on the snow that was over their knees, with Brand walking in the front and Ryan walking in the middle.

"How about Brand, can you tell the direction?"

"My Lord, this direction should be the south."

Brand pointed to the front and then to the snow in the sky.

"In the past, every winter, the blizzard blew from the north to the south."

"But I don't know which direction there are people around. The heavy snow has submerged all traces. According to experience, even if there is a village dozens of meters away from us, it is difficult for us to find it in such heavy snow."

Brand had a deer antler in his hand, and a rope was attached to the antler. He was constantly throwing the antler to determine whether the snow in front could bear their weight.

Because in the snow that can cover the knees in the shallowest place, you may step on the air at any time and fall into the vast snow.

This is Brand's experience of hunting alone. In addition to him, there are several soldiers around Ryan who do this.

Walking in such a world, the people of the Exner continent have blood experience.

However, not long after, Brand stopped. The twelve people had already been covered by the wind and snow. In this heavy snow, they merged into the snowfield.

They looked ahead. It was a long team. Many people held torches, and the swaying flames flickered in the wind and snow.

The mooing of the elk could not be heard too far in the snow. They seemed to be domesticated, carrying packages in the snow and walking in the middle of the team.

"Ah!!!"

With a scream, there was a commotion at the front of the team, as if someone had lost their footing and fell somewhere.

With this scream, the whole team stopped, and many people holding torches looked around in horror.

Because they didn't know whether their surroundings were safe.

"Why stop?"

In the middle of the crowd, a roar came from a sedan chair carried by six people, and then a man wrapped in fur clothes walked away. In just a moment, he hid back in the sedan chair and shouted.

"Hurry up, where are the soldiers?! Go kill two slaves and keep moving forward."

Immediately, a soldier wearing animal skin armor walked out with a long sword, directly chopped down two people, and after bleeding, the team moved forward in silence again.

"Noble?"

"Follow them." Ryan ordered.

Brand took them away, walking a little slower, because the team ahead, which was obviously migrating, was walking very slowly.

Along the way, people kept dying. Some of them missed their steps and fell into the snow and could not get up again. Some of them had their legs frozen and could not move forward. Some of them were ordered to be executed by the increasingly irritable nobles.

After walking for about five or six hours, nearly thirty people fell on the road.

In the end, this team of about five hundred people came to a cave.

The dark cave in the wind and snow gave people a warm feeling. When they arrived here, everyone in the team breathed a sigh of relief. If the journey was longer, they really couldn't hold on.

The noble in the sedan finally came out, and he also brought a delicate woman and a boy.

"Soldiers! Occupy this fortress, we will no longer bear the cold."

The soldiers, who were only twenty or thirty in number, roared immediately, and then they began to urge the slaves in the front to rush into the cave.

Soon, Ryan and his men outside heard a roar like a beast coming from deep in the cave.

The roar became more and more intense, and then at a certain moment, it turned into a wail.

"Let's go in." Ryan said, and all the knights and attendants walked in front of him and followed Brand to the cave.

"If you encounter any problems, you will leave with the lord immediately."

Brand ordered, and the ten attendants responded in a low voice.

The wind and snow were white, and there was no light in the first section of the cave going down, so the two soldiers could only take out torches to light it.

Ryan could see the situation of this passage clearly.

"Is this... a mine?"

He looked at the surrounding stone walls and could see some scattered ores mixed in them. The black light emitted the light of the campfire, filled with a sharp chill.

These ores were deliberately made to look so scary.

As the vision ahead became wider and wider, Ryan gradually found some corpses.

Most of them were human, and a small number were half the size of a human, with dark green skin exposed, pointed ears, and extremely sharp teeth.

"Goblin?"

When Ryan was talking about this alien race in surprise, someone also discovered them.

"Who are you?"

In the darkness, a large number of torches illuminated the cave. The nobleman walked over here and looked at Ryan and his group fiercely, and behind them was a larger goblin corpse.

The two strong men combined were stronger than him, holding a wooden mace with iron spikes in his hand.

It was dead, and there was a bloody hole in its head.

"Goblin."

Ryan separated the human wall in front of him and took off his deerskin cloak.

Suddenly, everyone could see clearly that a young man with black hair and shoulder-length hair neatly combed and tied behind his head appeared.

He had reddish pupils like gemstones, and his fair skin had never experienced any traces of wind and frost.

Nobles, the moment they saw Ryan, everyone understood, even the man who scolded him subconsciously let down some of his vigilance.

"I am Viscount Witman, who are you?"

The man looked at Ryan and stretched out his hand, which had an emerald ring with a mountain carved on it.

That was the family emblem of Viscount Witman's family. Seeing this scene, Ryan found that he seemed to have not yet formulated a baron emblem.

"Lian Clayton, Your Excellency can call me Baron Ryan."

"The Clayton family?" Viscount Wittman was a little confused. He had never heard of the name of this family.

But it didn't matter. He asked the soldiers around him to drive them away.

"This is the territory I value. Now you leave here immediately."

"I have no interest in this place."

Lian looked at Viscount Wittman, and then looked at the slaves around him who had obviously endured the wind and frost for a long time.

"Although you are a viscount, such an identity seems to have no meaning now. A viscount has only 500 slaves, 20 to 30 soldiers, and no territory of his own."

"Viscount Wittman, your family is lonely."

Standing in the cave, Ryan's voice was calm and confident.