Throne of the North

The warhorse slowed down, and the fire behind him guided Brand in the direction, allowing him to be one step faster than the soldiers of the wild bear warriors in the night.

Under the moonlight, Brand rode his warhorse and left a silhouette in the gaps between the pine trees. When the front was completely shrouded in darkness, the warhorse suddenly slowed down and stood at the edge of a dark line.

A few pieces of broken stones crossed the line and fell straight into the depths of darkness. After a long time, sporadic collisions were heard.

"Is there a rift here?"

Brand was shocked. According to the War Bear Tribe, they even had to cross the pine forest to get closer to the Wild Bear Tribe.

There shouldn't be such a rift here.

The direction from which the horn sounded was this side. Was it inside?

He hesitated, thinking about whether to explore.

While waiting, the roar of the armored bear came from behind. It seemed to be injured, and the bandage of the wild bear warrior was obviously not so skillful.

Riding the warhorse to hide to the side, the fire soon illuminated the darkness here. A group of angry and quarreling bear warriors calmed down here, and then climbed down from a certain position in the rift valley one by one. There was a road there.

More than 3,000 soldiers of the bear tribe walked slowly to go down completely. After they disappeared, Brand also walked out.

"Wait for me here. If I don't come back after waiting for a long time, you can go back by yourself."

Said to the warhorse, Brand walked into the darkness alone.

Not long after, he had landed in the rift valley. The ground below was much flatter than he imagined. It could even be said that it was a road dug out by humans.

"It should not have been opened up recently."

The traces left by the bear tribe were obvious. Brand moved forward vigilantly in one direction, and then opened his eyes a thousand meters away.

In front of him, under the moonlight, it was not dark at all. It was even bright enough that he could see the world of ice and snow in front of him. Under this rift, there was a world made of ice and snow. Thousands of people from the Crazy Bear Tribe lived around an ice peak, and at the highest point of the ice peak, a huge ice throne could be seen.

It was not cold here at all, and the town formed by the glacier shocked Brand. No one knew who the throne on the ice peak belonged to.

"The Crazy Bear Tribe is no longer in the city on the hillside. They moved here."

"No wonder they started a war outside the pine forest. That place is already their doorstep. They started from here. From discovering the remnants of the Violent Bear Tribe to intercepting their army, they had enough time."

No one knew that the Crazy Bear Tribe had unknowingly moved to the pine forest and took root in a rift that could be called a miracle.

Ryan and the people from the War Bear Tribe were surprised after receiving this news.

Angelo became excited and his breathing became rapid.

"It's the throne of the Lord of Frost!"

"That must be the throne of the Lord of Frost."

"Legend has it that the Lord of Frost is in the far north of the world, where glaciers freeze the oceans, and snow and wind fill the eyes. In the howling winds and blizzards, the shadow of the Lord of Frost can be seen."

"His shadow is taller than the mountains and longer than the rivers. On a certain day every year, when the winds and blizzards dissipate, the throne on the ice peak will be revealed, and the great Lord of Frost will sit there, looking down at the world that belongs to him and watching his people."

"But how could the throne of the Lord of Frost appear in the pine forest?"

Angelo became irritable.

"No, we are the descendants of the great Lord of Frost, and the Crazy Bear Tribe has stolen our faith!"

"We must take back our things, that place belongs to us!"

The group of people from the War Bear Tribe also quarreled.

Lian listened beside him, but gradually got the answer.

Because of the North, the cold winter in the North covers more than 90% of the land in the north of the Bilki world, and the remaining 10% is safe under the power of the Gram Sword, but the Gram Sword is bred by the Gram Scabbard, which is in the hands of the Crazy Bear Tribe.

Therefore, the Crazy Bear Tribe, the northernmost tribe, is most aware of the power of the North and the power of the Gram Sword and the results of the collision between the two.

The Crazy Bear Tribe moved the city that was originally more suitable and came to the pine forest, which means that the power of the Gram Sword may gradually begin to be unable to withstand the winter wind and snow in the North.

The people of this world are born to adapt to the cold environment of wind and snow, but now even they can't bear it.

"You want to take back your ancestral land, but your strength is not enough now. Even if I give you armor and weapons, you are still not the opponent of the Crazy Bear Tribe, which is three times your number."

Ryan said, and then told the War Bear Tribe.

"You need more warriors. Before you deal with the Wild Bear Tribe, you must first unify the other tribes."

...

Deep in the pine forest, at the end of the rift valley, in a glacier town.

At the foot of the ice peak, a dozen priests in animal skin robes knelt in a circle, their eyes filled with fear and desperate prayers.

They called for the appearance of the Frost Lord.

On the periphery, the leader of the Wild Bear Tribe, Boots Ganlo, had a solemn expression.

"The throne of the Frost Lord should not appear here, and He will not allow His throne to appear in the south. He sits eternally at the end of the deep north world."

"Unless, the world in the north no longer belongs to Him, He is defeated, and only this less than 10% of the land is left, which is His only remaining world."

"How could the Frost Lord fail?"

He murmured, his eyes empty and fearful, and the dozens of priest apprentices behind him were the same.

And farther away, a human wearing a wizard robe, with a crystal green crystal under the robe, raised his hand and glanced at Boots Ganlo.

"Your god has fallen. Although He still supported for decades after the end of the Pan-Plane War, He finally fell."

"You have always been unwilling to believe this fact, but now the evidence is in front of you."

"Shut up!"

Boots Ganlo suddenly roared like a beast, with thunder spreading on his body, and he stared at the magician.

"The Frost Lord will not die. His eternal existence protects us, the people of Bilki, and His believers."

The magician sneered and stopped talking.

But Boots Ganlo, holding a scabbard in his hand, slowly came to the middle of the priests, crawling and sending the scabbard in his hand to the highest point of the ice peak.

No movement.

The scabbard was inserted next to the throne on the ice peak, but there was no movement.

Boots Ganlo's face was pale, and more than half of the priests below vomited blood and fainted at this moment.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"Hope, yes, hope, the Frost Lord left us hope, we are his descendants, we represent his hope of life."

"He protected us and let us survive after the war, so we must help him."

"Survive, we must survive first."

Boots Ganlo walked down the ice peak and looked at everyone around him with indifference.

"The great frost lord has given us the will. We must unify the whole world, gather all the Bilki people, live under his watch, and then find the power to help the frost lord recover from his injuries."

A large number of tribesmen went away and began to forge weapons and make molds for war.

...

The War Bear Tribe was equally extreme.

Although they were not in front of the ice peak, the ancient legends let them know what the throne's appearance in the pine forest meant. They were afraid and panicked, and they all began to enter the war.

"We will wait for the order of the frost lord. Before that, we need to unify all the Bilki people. They are the descendants of the frost lord, and they should listen to the will of the gods."

The War Bear Tribe began to attack the Violent Bear Tribe.

Arpad Walsh, the leader of the Violent Bear Tribe, was not afraid of the attack of the War Bear Tribe. He summoned his tribesmen to form an army and started a war with the War Bear Tribe on a glacier.

"Arpad, the will of the Frost Lord requires us to unite. Kneel at my feet and we can listen to the will of the Frost Lord together."

Angelo shouted loudly, but a sharp spear was thrown out in response.

"Angelo, the violent bear is the most noble descendant of the Frost Lord, you should submit to me!"

Neither side can convince the other, only the victory or defeat of the war will determine who is right or wrong.

For the people here, as long as ten men or strong women can become warriors, a set of leather armor, a shield, and a weapon are enough.

So on this glacier, almost 8,000 soldiers were gathered, even if most of them were just to make up the numbers, they still dyed the smooth and clean glacier red in just ten minutes.

Blood flows on the glacier, but it is frozen in the cold winter environment.

Life is dim under the flying snow, but the bloody smell on the battlefield is unwilling to dissipate in the void for a long time.

"Is this... a war of faith?"

The real war of faith appeared in front of Ryan. He was shocked to see the slaughter in front of him. Although he felt sad that these were his people in the future, he could not stop it now.

The scene that Brand found was too shocking, and even shook their faith in the Frost Lord. All the people felt guilty about it, so they needed to water themselves with blood.

Or, the news that the Frost Lord might fall made them feel unacceptable. The fall of the gods brought about the collapse of the pyramid of faith. At this moment, apart from war and killing, there was no other way for them to treat this world clearly.

Why do the people of this world respect the gods so much, and even believe in the Frost Lord from the bottom of their hearts?

Ryan didn't understand it, but maybe it was because of the miracles that were born again and again? For example, in the previous bet agreement between him and the War Bear Tribe, the thunder flashing in the sky represented the gaze and miracles of the Frost Lord.

"Kill!"

The one who shouted was Angelo. The leader of the War Bear Tribe also rushed to the front and fought with the leader of the Violent Bear Tribe. The two of them used all their strength without any performance.

"Only the War Bear will faithfully carry out the will of the Frost Lord. We are the descendants of the great ones. We will fulfill the ancient promise and follow the Frost Lord until death!"

Angelo's eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, under the extreme pressure brought by the possible fall of the gods, the blood in his body boiled, and he showed extraordinary means that only the people of the Violent Bear Tribe could do.

The people of Bilge followed the great Frost Lord, fought behind him, and died behind him. From the moment of birth, they followed him, and ended at the moment of death, they still followed him.

Angelo was extremely crazy at this moment. He fought risking his life. The ax fell on him, leaving traces of ferocious flesh and blood on his chest, back, and shoulders, but he didn't. There was no feeling at all, the dagger attacked crazily.

He is crazy and warlike, and only blood and pain can make him forget the death of the Frost Lord.

Arpad couldn't do it, and he was even shocked as to why Angelo had the violent transformation that only the blood of the violent bear could possess in his body. He couldn't forget all the fighting, so he fell into a disadvantage.

He kept retreating. Under his feet, the corpses of the warriors of the violent bear tribe gradually appeared, and the armored bear's breathing gradually appeared. Finally, his feet were embedded in a bloody ice hole.

There was a large amount of blood accumulated in the ice cave. It had not yet condensed, but it made Arpad unable to move.

"Arpad!"

Angelo let out a low and majestic call like the god of death. There was already an ax belonging to the violent bear tribe in his hand. The ax was chopped down with huge force, and after smashing Arpad's head, it was chopped into pieces. The foot embedded in the hole.

The terrifying force directly collapsed the surface of the glacier, and ferocious white cracks appeared on the glacier. In the subsequent collapse, Arpad's body was swept into the deep flowing glacier.

There were white fish, perhaps sensing the flow of air, rushing to surge in the crack, but they were quickly drowned by the blood flowing from all directions.

The warriors of the War Bear Tribe had ferocious eyes, and the killing and death had not stopped. The fleeing and violent Bear Tribe soldiers, as well as the red-eyed warriors from both sides, were still exuding hot blood on the glacier that even the ice could not seal.

However, everything would not end so simply. At the end of the distant field of vision, the army of the Mad Bear Tribe appeared.

They are the same people as the War Bear Tribe. They know the throne of the ice peak and know too many things, which makes them not afraid of death in the war.

"The people of Bilge must be unified. Descendants of the War Bear, you must kneel under the feet of Thunder!"

In the void, thunder struck the bloody battlefield like a long whip, and then thousands of warriors from the Wild Bear Tribe rushed into the bloody hymn.

Bogard kicked away Stig in front of him, turned around and killed the troops of the Mad Bear Tribe.

Angelo was exhausted. He was just the leader, not the most powerful warrior. At this moment, he was fighting under the protection of a group of warriors. Against the army of the Mad Bear Tribe, the heavy responsibility could only fall on Bogeld.

Next to Ryan, Brand was ready to move. The fighting spirit in his body was actually driven by this war. When he mentioned it, the invisible atmosphere of war enveloped him.

"The stag's energy and blood will be awakened one day."

Ryan was surprised that almost all of the majestic energy and blood brought by the blessing of the stag was deposited in his body. He did not expect that Brand would awaken all the sleeping energy and blood power now.

"Go and let them see the power that belongs to another world."

"Do your will."

Brand put down the visor on his face. The majestic and sacred armor made him powerful. The horse under him no longer tolerated it and slowly stepped forward until he took a breath and was already running wildly in the ice and snow.

The cavalry rumbled, this was a power not found in this world. They charged at the most dazzling place in the war. The lances and armor knocked away a soldier from the Mad Bear Tribe. The blood was a tribute to the armor that shone in the sun. The battle Death is the highest reverence for this cavalry.

The history books write their chapters sentence after sentence, the brilliance of life and the glory of blood.

This is the last glory that belongs to the entire Bilge. The people of the Frost Lord, one day after his death, under the sun, in the ice and snow, still delight his eyes.

Thunder roared high in the sky. I don't know when, there was no sea of ​​clouds overhead. The war on the earth and the bright blood color reflected the color of the sky. Everyone raised their heads and stared at the violent thunder.

They used war, blood, and death to call out the will of the Frost Lord.

So they became even more crazy and fearless on the battlefield.

There is no way back, war pleases the gods, death sublimates life.

Bogard's cold eyes on the battlefield were full of unyielding and cruelty. In front of the dagger was the ruin of life, and the blood spattered on her body. The girl kept waving the sword in her hand unmoved. arms.

Behind him, Volibear looked up to the sky and roared. Its voice was the loudest on the battlefield, and its white hair was already covered in blood. Then, its ferocious appearance appeared behind the girl as if it was fighting against the shadow of the world.

In the battlefield fighting, the rules of extraordinary vs. extraordinary have long since ceased. Dozens and hundreds of warriors surrounded Bogeld and the armored bear. In front of the roaring thunder, there were fallen corpses, and the flowing blood made the earth melt. , exposing soil that seemed like it should never be exposed above the snow.

"I will kill you all."

Among the few words the girl had, she uttered the one with the most murderous intent, and then wielded her shield and dagger to slash at the nearest enemy.

"I will kill you all!"

She roared loudly, and the armored bear behind her gave her powerful strength. In the stimulation of blood, more than a dozen soldiers flew out, and were trampled by pairs of feet the moment they fell heavily to the ground.

They did not scream, perhaps they had already died when they were enjoying the different scenery in mid-air.

The thunder hit the girl's body. It was the sharp claws of an armored bear. The moment it tore the flesh and blood, the armored bear showed a look of fear. It felt the violent thunder in the girl's body that was far more terrifying than its own.

The speed of thunder was faster than the brain of the armored bear. In the scene of torn flesh and blood, the girl tightly grasped the claws of the armored bear, and then the thunder in her body violently raged. On the battlefield, a dazzling light illuminated the snow-white world.

When everything was quiet, the armored bear had fallen to the ground, charred, and the armor on its body was also red. The burning black smoke permeated the fragrant smell of meat.

Man and bear, girl and Volibear.