Throne of the North

Tundra Territory, on Rhino Horn Mountain.

Under the bright moonlight, Ryan looked at the carvings hanging on the wall in the castle. It was a slab of stone, a slab of stone brought back from Exner.

The slab was very high, and it was carved with the ancient people crossing mountains and ridges under the leadership of the stag and taking root in the fertile land. It was also carved with the stag standing on the top of the mountain every time the sun rose, allowing people to look up at its outline. The former tribe became a prosperous country, and people worshiped the long past. On this slab of stone, the light of time seemed to be nurtured.

"Do you know why it is precious enough that every noble who comes here can't help but marvel?"

Ryan said to Beard beside him, who shook his head.

"Master, I don't know."

"Because those nobles saw an ancient civilization through this carving, which was a magnificent world and a majestic sky."

"Slate is very cheap, and any family can hammer out such a slate."

"It is very cheap in itself, and what is precious is never itself, but the faith it carries."

"That is - its own story."

"The story of this slate witnesses the splendor of a world, so it is a priceless treasure. Even if the nobles want it, they can't afford the price to buy it."

"It is Viscount Melendez in the south who wants me to give him such an antique gift."

"These stories make them more valuable than gold."

...

Andara Kingdom, Dawn City.

After listening to the description of the bard, the eyes of the noble ladies could not help but appear crystal clear.

"I didn't expect that this small fruit actually came from six hundred years ago."

"Baron Ryan is so lucky to find such a sweet fruit."

"Maybe it's the luck of the sweet fruit. After six hundred years, it finally waited for someone who saw its beauty to appear."

The banquet was full of chatter, and I don't know how many plots these women had imagined, and Queen Leta asked:

"Are you from another world?"

"Yes, noble queen, you are the most beautiful woman."

"After Baron Ryan brought you out, what about that world?"

The bard's eyes revealed memories, and his face had a bitter smile.

"Perhaps, it has followed the great gods."

"The North submerged everything, and the world came to an end. The last thing we saw was the frozen southern ocean. After that, we had lost our hometown and welcomed a new home."

"The sweet fruit in your hand is what we call it. Lord Ryan is its owner. Lord Ryan gave it a name six hundred years later."

"On the day when Lord Baron climbed the cliff, the sky was snowing, as if crying for the upcoming fate of the world."

"In the wind and snow, Lord Ryan gave it a name, called Xue Lian."

"The heavy snow guided the baron to discover it, a sweet fruit that still watched the dawn even in the wind and snow in the North."

The bard turned his head and looked at the fruit in the hands of another woman.

"Viscountess, the fruit in your hand also comes from another world. Although it was not discovered by Lord Baron, it also has the gods passed on to my grandfather's grandfather, and to countless ancestors in my world. In the end, it was passed down by word of mouth and remembered by us when we were young."

"It..."

...

Dawn City

The Dawn City at night seemed to indicate the name of the city. It was not quiet. In the dark hustle and bustle, everyone was waiting for the dawn.

Men's favorite toys are always hard armor and sharp swords.

After a bard gained a pair of eyes with his brief words, he took the knight's sword with the scabbard at his waist in his hand.

"Do you know? The long sword in my hand has a resounding name."

"It's called 'Snow Dragon Song'."

"Three years ago, in the North Wind Province of the Empire far away from this city, my lord, the honorable Baron Ryan, was on his way to his own frozen land."

"It was the winter of that year. You may have never seen the north wind of the Empire. It is covered with snow every winter, and the frozen land is at the northernmost part of the Empire, deep in the North."

"It was not smooth for the Baron to go to his own territory. Every footprint would leave a deep mark in the snow. That was the North telling him, go back, the North is not a place you can come to."

"Lord Baron did not admit defeat. He knew he would win and defeat the cold North."

"So he came to the peak of the mountain. At the highest point, at this time, an avalanche broke out. "

"The baron on the top of the mountain drew out his sword and stuck it firmly in the crack of the rock. He didn't know when the avalanche would end. At that time, he could only rely on the weapon in his hand. "

"The sword did not disappoint the young baron. They trusted each other. "

"In the end, everything was gone. The sunlight in the sky was golden, and the white snow on the ground disappeared. Instead, the frozen land appeared in front of the baron. "

"When the baron looked into the distance, a huge dragon flew into the distance on the snow-capped mountains. Because of his arrival, the dragon chose to leave this warm land and go to the north to find the dragon cave again. "

"What remained in that sky was only the roar of the dragon and the vitality after the avalanche. "

"After that, Lord Baron Ryan ordered the forging of long swords one after another, and inserted them into the avalanche peak. Each of them was named 'Snow Dragon Song'."

"He said that one day, ordinary iron swords will become legends. At that time, it will be the roar of the snow dragon, and the world will witness its sharpness."

"And the long sword in my hand is one of them."

"One day, 'Snow Dragon Song' will become a legend, and its owner will also have his name imprinted in the chapters of history."

"But I'm not a knight."

The bard said with some regret, and then unsheathed the long sword. At this moment, the cold light made everyone in the tavern squint subconsciously. They felt the sharpness and the preciousness of this long sword.

"I am just a wandering bard, telling stories from far away to places farther away. I am always on the road of travel. Only stories and wine can accompany me."

"So, I plan to give it to a more powerful knight, hoping that one day he can make Snow Dragon Song a legendary weapon. If that day really comes, I hope that when he talks about his weapon, he can say that it was given to him by a bard a long time ago."

"Then, do you have such a powerful person here?"

The bard said loudly:

"This sword can only be obtained by the bravest warrior here. If you are the most powerful, if you are willing to buy me a pot of wine, then I will give this sword to you."

The bard said loudly, and he was still pouring strong liquor into his mouth.

He was not drunk, but he was particularly excited.

"I'll do it!"

Someone spoke excitedly, but other voices soon came from the side.

"I am the strongest."

"Hahahaha, you fight, fight, if you win you will get the 'Snow Dragon Song', go see the world of avalanches on the mountains, and listen to the roar of the dragon."

The bard said loudly, and the others in the tavern quickly made way, leaving a wide space. Two sturdy men rushed towards each other with a roar. Although neither of them was involved in weapons, they still made the two men bleed from their mouths and noses in the first time.

This scene stimulated everyone in the tavern. They watched the two people fighting excitedly, blushing and wishing they were one of them, until one of them won, someone stood up.

"I am stronger than him."

"Maybe, you should wait for him to recover his strength."

"I don't need it, I can beat him."

"Go Harold, beat him!"

The romance of men resounded in this tavern. After a long time, the bard lay on the wine table and threw the knight's sword in his hand to the last person standing in the middle.

"It's yours, noble knight."

"Remember... buy me a drink."

"I will stay here for ten days. During these ten days, all the wine you drink will be mine!"

The knight said loudly, telling the owner of the tavern.

"The bard, he is not the most powerful. White, who was defeated by him, is more powerful, but he was just injured."

Someone said unwillingly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. He won, so he is powerful, and 'Snow Dragon Song' will have a new story with him."

"Maybe, that sword will have many owners, but in the end it will definitely appear in the hands of the most powerful knight."

"It will have a story... that truly belongs to it."

The bard smiled intoxicatedly. He was a citizen of Exner. Their ancient stories were never false, and they would not be drunk by wine, but he was drunk today because he wanted to make himself forget a story that might be illusory, so that the arrival of tomorrow would help him remember a story that truly belonged to him and was created by him.

Stories and wine are everything for the bard, and with the departure of this sword, he will gain all of it.

He will become a true bard, the most respected profession in the hearts of the people of Exner.

The next day, the bard woke up and was about to leave, but the owner of the tavern stopped him.

"Bard, you haven't told us your name yet, and I still hope to hear your story."

"Bards have no names. We are always on the road of travel. We are the experiencers of stories. Every story on us belongs to all bards."

"Maybe you will never hear my story again, but when you hear the bard, you will know that it is me."

The tavern owner opened his eyes wide and still pulled him.

"Yesterday the knight allowed you to drink wine for ten days."

The tavern owner wanted to keep him because the bard brought him half a month's income last night.

"It was agreed that I would only drink a pot of wine, and a story can only be exchanged for a pot of wine."

The bard left, and he would appear in many places. Perhaps those boring territories of the nobles will usher in a short period of noise and excitement because of the appearance of the bard.

In Dawn City, no one thought that the fruits from the frozen land were too expensive. They flocked here, cleared out all the stocks, and then eagerly wanted to return to the place where they wanted to show off, and put the evidence and stories in front of others.

Whether it was the knights or nobles who came here with the Chamber of Commerce, they all greedily tasted the food in the bard's story.

"The caravans from the frozen land will come to the kingdom every month, don't worry."

The appearance of the bards has stirred up the dull and boring kingdom circle. Wherever they go, the nobles are willing to invite them, and some people will take the initiative to pay for their taverns.

Gradually, other people began to appear as bards in an attempt to gain prestige and wealth, but they were soon discovered.

One reason is that the stories told by these people are really false and boring, and the other is that everyone knows that the real bards come from another world, from the territory of Baron Ryan who helped the king defeat the orcs and the church.

They have the wealth of a world and have an accurate origin. Other bards were soon drowned by the counterfeiting.

The bards from the frozen land are the real bards.

Such voices gradually became a consensus.

The journey to the Andara Kingdom soon ended, and the team of 300 people became more than 400 people. They loaded a batch of special products of the kingdom and then went to the Serra Kingdom. The remaining empty carriages will be filled there.

During this process, Ryan also received a reward from the emperor.

Ryan doubted that these words could be used to describe every noble, so he simply put them aside and took the emperor's reward.

Hundreds of thousands of gold coins were not bad, and the key was the magic potion from the Cathedral of Light.

Soul potion.

"These potions can slowly strengthen the power of the soul, which is simply a priceless treasure for magicians. Knights can also provide more defense against the magician's mental power."

After studying it, Mage Lula said that the potion had no side effects, and Ryan gave half of it to Mage Luna.

"The strength of the soul is not so obvious for knights, but it should be very helpful to you."

"Maybe when the next time someone from the Cathedral of Light comes to collect birch bark books, we can find a way to buy another batch."

The Cathedral of Light will give Ryan money every quarter. Recently, because of the Andara Kingdom, the demand for birch bark books has increased, and Ryan can get more gold coins from it.

"The caravan heading south should be arriving in Calais soon. I believe that it won't be long before the materials for your wizard tower will be collected."

Compared to the economic exchanges between kingdoms, the team Ryan sent to the south of the empire is luxurious and important.

Brok and Bogeld led the team personally. There were a total of 500 people in the team, with more than 300 carriages. If he hadn't borrowed some ox carts from the nobles, he wouldn't have been able to get this number.

This team will bring the specialties of the frozen land territory, and will also bring back the materials needed by the two wizards and the alchemist Rose.

Even in the south, they were still renting large transportation tools from the Chamber of Commerce or the nobles. Ryan heard that his own Clayton family actually had a huge carriage pulled by a ground dragon. They were all the younger brothers of the amber dragon.

Mage Luna was also a little excited. Finally, she could become a real great wizard.

"I plan to let Mr. Rose accompany me to the north when it's warmer in a short time."

Lian said, asking Mage Luna for her opinion.

"What are you going to do in the North?"

"There are some things that humans don't have, and those great nobles won't sell them."

Lian said, he planned to visit the frost dragon.

Lian had this idea a long time ago, but he was too weak before and didn't have the confidence to face a legendary dragon, but now, he wanted to see what the world's top creatures are like.

"Master McKen needs the Heart of Life Rhythm. Such a huge life energy can usually only be provided by the crystals nurtured in the heart of the dragon."

"Including your mage tower, you also need the earth stone marrow to be perfected. Such stones often evolve in places where dragons live."

"In the end, if you can reach a friendly deal with the dragon that is not tyrannical, it will be a good ending."

"But before that, we have to wait for the caravan to return from the Kingdom of Serra and bring the obsidian needed by the dragon."

"I have to visit Earl Winter."

"He invited the frost dragon in the first place."

Mage Luna made a decision after thinking about it, and she will go with Ryan at that time.

Ryan also set off for the Earldom of Winter.

Ryan is no longer the Baron Ryan of the past. After submitting the idea of ​​visiting, Earl Winter will prepare a high standard to receive his arrival, and Ryan's visit cannot be a simple few horses.

The gorgeous carriage came in handy again. It was the first time that Baron Ryan left the frozen land after the Kingdom War, and he still attracted a lot of attention.

Brand led the knights and attendants to guard around him, and several armored bears were recruited and ran round in front of the carriage.

"It will be a while before all the members are formal knights, right?"

In the carriage, Ryan was also a little excited. His own Stag Legion was finally going to completely step into the ranks of the extraordinary legion. More than a thousand formal knights, if it weren't for the existence of the spiritual panel, he didn't know how much more wealth he would have to pay to complete it.

How did those great nobles have such a huge extraordinary legion?

The knights were fed life potions every day. The place where the knights lived was covered with a magic circle. The rich magic factors and various auxiliary means helped them to strengthen their bodies even when they were sleeping.

The food they eat probably comes from precious resources in another world. The meat from the forests in the North Wind Province is not so popular in the south for this reason.

Even the great nobles directly changed their bloodlines to make it easier for them to become official knights.

For example, the Dragon Blood Warrior Corps of Count Sauron, whose ancestors were all humans who bathed in dragon blood.

"You also have to choose war horses, armor, and weapons. I hope Brock will gain something from this trip to the south."

The extraordinary legion is not only about people, but also about other things.

For example, the Nightmare Knight Corps of the Meyers family, all of them are Nightmare Knights, and even the war horses under them will spit out black flames.

Ryan is of course comparing with such great nobles, not the weak extraordinary legions of the earls in the Andara Kingdom.

Well, Ryan can now say that they are weak enough.