Throne of the North

When Michaela arrived with the soldiers, only blood stains and dried corpses were left on the ground.

He punched the tree trunk next to him angrily, causing the snow to fall.

"Damn werewolf."

"Report the news here to the Baron."

On Rhinohorn Mountain, Ryan received news from the north that the werewolves had discovered the location of the Tundra Territory, but now he was not thinking about the orcs.

Looking at the many peaks to the north, Ryan couldn't help but think:

"Are these mountains really impossible to level?"

This is a terrible idea, and if spread, it may be considered blasphemous, because only gods can create the world.

But the 'big bowl' of the Tundra Territory is no longer enough to satisfy Ryan. He wants to make his territory larger and expand further. Even the northern border cannot resist Master Ryan's ambition.

For a noble lord, distant enclaves, such as the cultivated fields in Leiyun County, or Dawn City in the kingdom, are just his assets.

Only the tundra territory centered on Rhinoceros Mountain can be called an asset.

The difference between valuable and priceless is that other lands can be gained or lost through the exchange of interests. Only the frozen soil territory under your feet does not allow any desecration.

The North is a no-man's land, and he, Ryan, is a pioneering nobleman, and any land he occupies will belong to him personally.

"Where's Mr. Rose?"

Ryan asked, and the female officer behind him told him the answer.

"Mr. Rose is currently in the forest world. He is looking for a satisfactory iron mine."

"Let him come to see me when he comes back."

Putting aside his thoughts, Ryan returned to the predicament in front of him. Orcs were constantly appearing, and he had to find a way to defend the tundra territory.

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The first watchtower.

This is a place three thousand meters away from Rhinohorn Mountain in a straight line. It is also the farthest tentacle that the Tundra Territory currently stretches out to the north.

With the frequent appearance of orcs, several wooden houses have been built here as camps where patrolling soldiers can rest.

"Good morning Vardy, glad to see you back alive."

The soldiers in the camp smiled and looked at the group of people returning from the outside. The ten soldiers who returned to the camp also breathed a sigh of relief. Vardi, the leader, looked at the others who were about to leave.

"I hope you all come back alive."

"Hahaha, I will definitely do it."

The soldiers changed patrols and gradually disappeared into the mountains.

"Our purpose is not to kill the orcs, but to let the orcs know that this is human territory and the territory of the tundra territory."

"Let the orcs understand that they will die if they enter here."

"Also, remember, you are not allowed to let go of any wild wolf, whether it is a wild beast or a magical beast. The insidious and cunning werewolf will seize every opportunity to kill you."

"Set off!"

After the captain finished speaking, he led the soldiers into the unfamiliar foothills. There had been no trace of human beings here for many years. Everything was so primitive, except that all these things were submerged under the snow, leaving only a white blanket. above.

Not long after the patrol, the soldiers noticed movement ahead. Branches fell from a height and hit the snow.

"Who!"

The Shifu chief shouted, fighting spirit covering the surface of his body, and he stared straight ahead.

During this period, many soldiers have died due to patrols. Everyone alive needs to be alert to all movements in the cold northern world.

A burly bear came out, and the soldiers finally felt relieved.

"Are you going to patrol too?"

The captain asked, and the person in front of him was an armored bear warrior.

On the back of the armored bear, the warrior nodded.

"We were sent here, but it's a pity that the Baron did not allow us to leave the hunting range, otherwise we would have hunted werewolves long ago."

The armored bear warrior was a little unhappy. After searching here for a long time, he could not find any trace of the orcs. He only saw a few warcraft fighting.

Hearing this, the captain couldn't help but be envious. The combination of the armored bear warriors allowed them to deal with one or even three or five werewolves without falling behind. However, these patrol soldiers, together as a team, would probably be able to defeat one werewolf. The werewolf was helpless.

This is not an unreserved fight between the two sides on the battlefield, but a hunting in a foothill environment that neither side is familiar with. Any factor will affect the outcome of the battle.

The armored bears are at home here, and the patrolling soldiers are wary.

"Facing werewolves, seven or eight people together can only guarantee the most basic safety. The only people who can hunt werewolves in such an environment are warriors who are more ferocious and cunning than werewolves."

The armored bear warrior left proudly. He was right. If there were too many people, the werewolves' sensitive sense of smell, hearing and vision could avoid them in advance and they would not appear in front of humans at all.

The vast mountains in front of us can hide any werewolf figure. Without an army of hundreds of thousands, there is no way to find a werewolf who wants to hide.

But if there are fewer people, such as the previous patrol in a group of five, the werewolves can use their advantages to kill humans bit by bit.

If humans want to return to their own camps, there is still a distance of several hundred meters. These hundreds of meters are the hunting time for werewolves. They can retreat calmly or attack wantonly.

Defensive counterattack is the only option, which places high demands on individuals.

For example, only knights can fight head-on against werewolves, but the knights of the frozen land are all in the stag army and the violent war bear army. They need to protect the safety of the frozen land and the baron. The number of knights sent to patrol the border here is small and cannot cover this vast world.

A line of soldiers walked by, and in the dark gap beside, a pair of eyes watched these humans passing by.

The wolf beast licked its claws, and its cunning eyes showed consideration. He was thinking whether to attack these soldiers. The patrol team of ten people was still too many, and it might fail.

There was a wolf howl in the distance, and the werewolf turned his head. He heard the meaning of it. A werewolf invited him to hunt the huge armored bear.

"What brains can a beast have."

The werewolf growled, disappeared on the spot, and ran quickly towards the destination.

...

"Damn orcs, I finally found you."

In the snow, the armored bear slapped a wild wolf away with a slap, and the wolf beast turned into a werewolf in mid-air, vomiting blood and falling in the snow.

The armored bear warrior was about to walk towards the werewolf with a dagger, but the next moment, werewolves flew up from the surrounding snow, trying to tear open the armored bear's defense with their sharp claws, and biting the armored bear's neck with their fangs.

However, the werewolf underestimated the armored bear's agility. When he found that he could not avoid all the attacks at the first time, the armored bear protected his vitals, and his claws fell on the armor on his body. The armored bear warrior on his back stabbed a werewolf with a sword. The wolf beast that turned into a werewolf wailed and wanted to fight back, but was blocked by a shield.

"Come on!"

The warrior laughed, and the armored bear also stood up and roared on the mountain, charging towards the orc who turned into a werewolf.

Huge power is the best way to restrain werewolves. Armored bears can resist the attacks of werewolves, but werewolves will whimper and spit out blood when they are slapped by bear paws.

Gradually, the werewolves began to retreat, leaving five werewolf corpses in the snow.

"Come back!"

The armored bear warrior roared unwillingly. He couldn't run faster than the werewolves, and the armored bear was also roaring. The bloodstains and wounds on his body made his blood and qi violent, and he didn't fight at all.

The werewolves went away. There were dozens of similar attacks in this foothills, and finally all gathered on Rhino Horn Mountain.

"These orcs... didn't form an army?"

Ryan looked at the information in his hand with some surprise. He didn't understand why these werewolves and black goat orcs did not form a large-scale military offensive, but harassed in small groups.

"Maybe, this is not a military action?"

If it was a large-scale military war of orcs, why would it become like this?

Thousands of werewolves rushed over, and Ryan thought that even if he could win, it would be a miserable victory, and he would beat the frozen land back to the state of last year.

But now, the most number of werewolves attacking his soldiers was only 25 at a time, and they didn't seem to have much communication with other werewolves.

"If that's the case, the pressure would be much less."

Ryan said, with an immature idea in his mind.

...

Zero Crossing City.

The lights were on, and strong men were running on the street beating gongs, attracting pairs of eyes to the quaint building.

It was originally the residence of a baron noble, but now it is the property of Baron Ryan. It has been transformed and is no longer a private territory.

"Northern Brave Guild."

The shop owner who knew how to read read it out and told others what this stone building was for.

"What is this place? Is it the residence of the brave?"

The world at the bottom never gets tired of heroes and legends of brave men.

These doubts were said, and the bard standing at the door of the Brave Guild shouted loudly.

"There are no heroes in the North, but each of us can become a new hero!"

"The North Brave Guild was built by Lord Baron Ryan to help anyone who wants to be a hero. Here, everyone has the potential to become a hero, maybe you, maybe me. One day in the future, we will step on the corpses of dragons and become great dragon riders!"

The bard said loudly, making the people around cheer and want to become one of them.

But life does not allow it for the time being.

However, the next words of the bard made people look eager and agitated.

"Lord Baron Ryan said that anyone, anyone, whether you are a slave or a commoner, a knight or a noble, anyone who kills an orc and brings back their head will get a gold coin!"

"Yes, you heard it right, it's a gold coin!"

"As long as you register as an adventurer here, the heads of the orcs you kill can be measured with gold coins!"

"Without any price, without any payment of money, the Northern Brave Guild will give you gold coins as a reward."

Some people have become eager after hearing the word gold coins and asked:

"Can anyone do it? Can people who are not from the frozen land territory do it? Do you need to pledge allegiance to Lord Baron Ryan?"

"No."

The bard said decisively:

"You are still the people of the nobles in your territory. Lord Baron Ryan will not take any money from you and will not force you to pledge any allegiance."

People became a little anxious.

"Then how can I register as your adventurer?"

The bard held up a book and opened it to all blank pages.

"You also don't need to make any promises. Come to me and tell me your names. I will record your names. When the time comes, after you kill the orcs and get their heads, you can exchange them for gold coins with me. !”

The crowd moved forward and someone raised their hands.

"Me, me, my name is Gavin, and I want to be a brave man."

The bard wrote his name, including where he came from, so that he could more accurately record the identity of the adventurer.

After all, in the lower world, it is very common for many people to use the same name.

"Congratulations Gavin, now you are an adventurer in the North."

The bard finished with a smile, and then said loudly to the people outside:

"The bards will sing the stories of each brave man, carrying their stories to distant places and being praised by countless people."

"If you become a true brave in the future, the noble Baron Ryan will give the brave one million gold coins for free!"

"Perhaps one day, you become a powerful warrior, then you can get one million gold coins, yes, one million gold coins!"

"That's Baron Lane's praise for the brave. The brave deserves to be loved by the nobles!"

The one million gold coins that the bard said completely detonated Lingdu City. Although they didn't see it, everyone seemed to have seen the day when they got one million gold coins.

"One million gold coins..."

Some are excited, some are confused.

"Can the Baron get so many gold coins?"

"Nonsense, that's Baron Lane. I heard that he has a manor containing 10 million gold coins in the Kingdom of Andara."

"I heard it's a city, and the city is full of Baron Lane's gold coins."

No one doubted Baron Lane's ability to pay anymore.

"Within three days, anyone can become an adventurer, but after three days, the Brave Guild will verify other people's abilities before registration can be completed."

"Baron Ryan hopes that you can become brave, and does not want to see you go to the north to die."

"The Baron is so kind."

People praised.

Tundra territory.

The female officer Viscountess came to Ryan's side and handed over a thick book.

"A total of nine hundred and thirty people have become adventurers of the Northern Brave Guild."

After saying that, the Viscountess couldn't help but be curious. The Brave Guild seemed to be something that had never existed before.

"One gold coin can be paid for a werewolf's head. Isn't this too high?"

She was worried that this would completely wipe out Ryan's wealth.

"High? That means it's right. The higher it is, the more it will attract adventurers."

"But this way, your gold coins will be given to them for free."

The female officer said that she did not want Ryan's money to be given to those mud-legged people or people outside the tundra territory.

"deliver?"

"The free ones are the most expensive."

Ryan grabbed the female officer and moved her big hands around.

"I will give them wealth for free, but these adventurers will also bring me huge wealth."

"Why?"

The female officer's eyes widened, her face flushed and she was confused.

"We'll see."

Ryan didn't look at the list given by the female officer. Nine hundred and thirty registered adventurers?

There are probably nine hundred people inside, and only one name will stay on it for the rest of their lives.

What Ryan really wants to attract is not these slaves and civilians, because the power of this world is in the hands of the nobles.

Those who have the ability to hunt werewolves, how can they go hunting in the north without the permission of the nobles behind them.

Everyone knows that a gold coin will be given to the warrior who kills the orcs, but not many people will think that half of the gold coin will be broken off and given to the nobles, and the remaining half may have to be broken off.

Is one gold coin too much? In Ryan's opinion, it is less, but the reason why he is unwilling to give more is that in this world, sometimes giving too much will arouse suspicion.

Given ten gold coins, most people would not believe how the noble man could be so kind. Is he giving away money?

A gold coin was just enough to flatter them.

"This is a reward. In Lingdu City, those chambers of commerce will take this reward to many places."

"People come to Lingdu City, they are wealth."

The Viscountess was pushed onto the table, but she was still curious.

"But, they are all subjects of the nobles. Can they really come to Lingdu City?"

"Hey, I used to think so too, but later I discovered that the extraordinary people in this world have considerable freedom. They can make some requests to the nobles."

Some nobles in the south don't even mind if some of their knights go out for trials, because it will leave them with a fortune, and after the knights grow up, they will still return to their territories.

For some nobles, a baron may get a golden knight.

This was also a way of pastime for the nobles of the southern lands where there was no war.

"And the key point is...the nobles will allow them to come here."

Ryan's eyes revealed a deep look. The world is changing. A hundred years ago, the nobles would hardly leave their territories. They stayed in their territories for their entire lives. Territories were like two countries, with almost no communication.

The pan-dimensional war of the gods accelerated the pace of civilization. The nobles began to move around, and the flow of population was no longer a rare thing. For this, people did not even realize that the world today is different from the past.

Then it would not be a big deal for the world to make some changes.

The long history is measured in thousands of years. In the eyes of Ryan, who has different memories, the world has slowly changed the nobles' cognition in a hundred years, which is already very slow.