Throne of the North

Whether history is made by one person or by everyone, Lane has no answer.

He cannot directly say that a certain person plays a decisive role, and everyone is its executor. Such words are suitable for any era and any history.

Lane wants a definite answer, if possible.

The answer, he wished it was him, was Ryan Clayton.

He wants the Tundra Territory to no longer be hindered by the mountains around the Big Bowl. He wants wide roads that may require gods to bring about to change everything.

He also didn't want the pressure from the orcs to rest solely on himself. The huge northern territory belonged to no one and everyone.

He wanted to tell the nobles in the southern land that the northern territory, covered by wind and snow, also had countless wealth.

Poor and cold, this is how people in the warm southern land describe the North. Lane wants to change this perception.

The North is very wealthy, which is different from the wealth in the South.

The wealth buried in the snow is as rich as a country's.

The world is moving forward. If Ryan wants to become stronger, he must change, change himself, and change the world.

Moreover, these changes are also a kind of plunder, plundering the right to speak. When Ryan's will can affect the entire Northern Territory one day, he will be the well-deserved king of the Northern Territory.

This is an extraordinary world, and its extraordinary magnificence dazzled Ryan, but it is also a barbaric world. The nobles cling to all the ascending channels, leaving the whole world without any vitality.

Without the ability to change the world, without the existence of the spiritual panel, Ryan could see that his future would never stop in the footsteps of a baron, then he would become the same kind of nobleman as all the noblemen in this world.

He can enjoy it. Nobles are luxurious, so can he, Ryan. He doesn't know why he came to this world, but he is just an ordinary person.

His ambition comes from his own power, from the spiritual panel taking him through planes to bring about the remaining wealth of the world.

He felt he could be the maker of history.

Deep in Ryan's eyes, dragon flames spurted out. He pushed away the Viscountess under him and walked outside.

In this world, what kind of life is ambitious?

are magicians who spend their lives searching for magic to defeat the gods.

It's the dragons. The greed of the dragons has created their ambition, and they want to occupy everything in the world, whether dead or alive.

Magician and dragon, Ryan is not a magician, and he is not a dragon, but his heart has one-tenth the power of a legendary dragon's heart, and his blood also has noble power.

When the idea of ​​the Brave Guild appeared in Ryan's mind, the power of the dragon's heart tempted him, and the dragon's will influenced him, allowing him to quickly put it into practice.

"Go, do it, everything in this world belongs to you, whether it is the shining gold coins, or the royal power that is above the divine power, there is your throne standing in the highest sky in the world."

In the void, it seemed as if there was a dragon's whisper that penetrated Ryan's heart.

Ryan released his power in the ice and snow.

"Brand!"

He roared angrily, and the dragon's breath turned into flames and burned out from his nostrils. In his pupils, the outline of the dragon was looming, and it was roaring.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Without any hesitation, Ryan killed Brand. Terrifying energy and blood settled on his body. Burning flames enveloped his whole body. Several knight breathing techniques existed in Ryan's body, pushing him towards a more powerful one. Walk somewhere.

"roar--"

With a dragon's roar, Ryan calmed down. He looked around. The trees originally planted on the mountain were all broken and collapsed, and the snow accumulated on the ground completely melted at some point.

In the center of the snow-covered tundra territory, Rhinoceros Mountain seems to have suddenly entered summer, with its colorful colors attracting the attention of countless people.

"Earl Clayton, aren't you really afraid that his heirs will die cleanly?"

Ryan took a deep breath. He felt the progress of his knight cultivation. He had reached the peak of the Golden Knight and could not advance further. The power of the Dragon Heart was completely absorbed by him and was gradually becoming the source of life for promotion to the Sky Knight.

The dragon's heart was divided into ten and distributed to the ten descendants of Earl Clayton. Norton Clayton, who was also in the Northwind Province, also had the help of the dragon's heart.

It's just that Ryan didn't expect that the power of Dragon Heart would bring such big changes to him.

In front of him, Brand's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was immersed in his own power. The boiling blood turned into a stormy sea at one moment, and then settled like a majestic mountain peak at the next moment. As this process continued to cycle, the energy in Brand's body Qi and blood also become deep and solid.

He has also reached the end of the earth and is about to challenge the sky.

"It seems like another huge expenditure."

Ryan smiled and said that if the Golden Knight wants to become a Sky Knight, he also needs precious resources to help.

He has this resource himself. The existence of the Dragon Heart is better than all resources in the world. It is a gift from Earl Clayton.

Brand's promotion requires him, as the lord, to think of a solution.

Back in the castle, Ryan said to the female officer:

"Let Beard repair Rhinohorn Mountain, and let Lien, the successor of Baron Hatton, come to the Tundra Territory. If I haven't come back yet, let him wait in the Tundra Territory."

After Ryan finished speaking, he went to Swadifari, the wild world to look for Archmage McKen.

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"Wait until Brock and the others come back, Archmage McKen, you can rebuild your own mage tower."

"It should be soon, they have been in the south for so long."

Ryan came here to let Archmage McKen think of a way to increase the defense of Rhino Horn Mountain. Without the help of magic arrays, if it happens again next time, Ryan feels that he can turn the castle into ruins.

"The castles of the nobles are all blessed with magic arrays. You came back from the kingdom with millions of gold coins so long before thinking of this. You are also an outlier among the nobles." Archmage McKen said that after the nobles have money, they will find ways to show their glory, and the repair of the territory castle is the best choice.

As the saying goes, if you return home with glory and build a new house, everyone will know your glory.

"I can help you contact some wizards. They have a good reputation in the south of the empire. They have completed the magic array arrangement of many noble castles."

Master McKen began to write a letter, while Ryan was also paying attention to his warhorse.

"Can we sell warhorses now?"

After returning from the kingdom, especially when he was in Thunder Cloud County before, many nobles were asking Ryan to buy some warhorses from him.

Ryan did not agree at the first time because he was not sure whether his herd of horses could provide such a deal.

Unexpectedly, Master McKen did not refute this matter.

"I breed warhorses so that they can gallop in the ice and snow, instead of raising them in obscurity in the horse farm."

Master McKen hopes that his warhorses will one day become famous in the empire and the world.

"But if you want to sell it now, it will be a loss if it is less than one thousand gold coins."

One thousand gold coins? Ryan was speechless. It seems that the nobles have no chance.

"Do you think the Highland Warhorse was cheap at first? After hundreds of years, the value of the Highland Warhorse is still the most expensive mass-produced warhorse on the Norris continent."

"If the Northern Warhorse wants to reduce its price, it will take at least five years, or even ten years, until the second, third, and fourth batches of warhorse bloodlines stabilize."

Hearing this, Ryan's heart moved.

Master McKen is still a bit rigid. Most people in this world are a bit rigid, but Ryan is different. He has experienced the era of spending his future decades of economy.

"We need to constantly cultivate the bloodline of warhorses and stabilize the bloodline of warhorses through magical means."

"Then... we sell warhorses to nobles, but when selling, ask them to return the offspring bred by warhorses, how about that?"

The Highland Warhorses purchased by nobles are castrated, which is not only conducive to the control of knights, but also prevents the emergence of piracy.

But the Northern Warhorses are not, at least not yet. Ryan still needs warhorses to continue to breed more warhorses, so how can he waste on such things?

Moreover, because the Northern War Horses are suitable for the cold winter environment in the North, they are not so passionate. If you want to gallop in the North, learning to be quiet is the first element.

What's more, this is not the final version of the Northern War Horse. In the eyes of Master McKen, the final version of the Northern War Horse is the strongest after the change of blood from generation to generation.

Listening to Ryan's statement, Master McKen couldn't help thinking. He instinctively wanted to refuse, but Ryan's words touched him.

"Maybe, in the hands of other nobles, you can also see different results or directions."

This is the truth. Different environments, different foods, and different functions may cause changes in the blood of the Northern War Horse. Whether it is good or bad, it is a good answer for Master McKen, who has devoted his life to the cultivation of war horses.

"It can't be less than three hundred gold coins."

Master McKen still cares about his hard work and does not allow cheap waste.

"Three hundred?"

Ryan opened his eyes wide and smiled.

"How can it be so low? Don't worry, the value of the northern warhorse will be recognized."

Tranquil Territory, Rhino Horn Mountain.

When Ryan returned after wandering around the wilderness world and finding that the northern part of this world had not yet intensified, Liam Hatton had already appeared in his castle.

Baron Hatton was the noble closest to Ryan, and the two sides had much closer communication.

"Liam."

Lian's age was not much different from Liam, but the two had completely different majesty.

"Lord Baron Ryan."

Liam, who had not yet inherited the title, respectfully performed the noble etiquette.

"Sit down first and try this pork chop."

The maid brought up the hot pork chop, and Liam took a bite under Liam's gaze, and then his eyes were extremely surprised.

"So tender."

The completely different feeling made Liam curious, and Liam did not explain, but just said to give him some when he left.

"A northern brave guild appeared in Zero Crossing City. Did you know about this?"

Liam nodded.

"I heard that it was created by you, Lord Ryan, to support adventurers to become legendary heroes."

"What does your father think?"

"My father?"

Lian blinked, then said awkwardly:

"My father was angry for a long time, saying that you gave precious gold coins to those mud legs."

"Hahaha, I thought Mr. Hatton would persuade me to close the Hero's Guild."

"Father also said that if the Dawn Church was still in the Empire, the nobles would definitely stop you."

Ryan was surprised. His understanding of Baron Hatton was that he was a standard borer noble from the perspective of the lord, but at the same time, Baron Hatton's political vision was also learned by Ryan.

"Father said that the nobles of the Empire can accept magicians, alchemists, and even necromancers. What else is unacceptable?"

Ryan was silent. It seems that the nobles of this world still understand the changes in the world a hundred years ago and a hundred years later. Perhaps they themselves are amazed at how the world a hundred years ago could be so corrupt.

"The nobles guess that you want to use heroes to fight against the orcs in the north."

"The nobles are very smart."

Ryan praised that when the orcs in the north invaded, the Hero's Guild appeared in Lingdu City and offered a reward for the orcs' heads. The nobles would naturally guess the connection between the two.

"So... Liam, are you willing to become a hero?"

...

In Lingdu City, a group of tall and cold war horses walked into the city. Under the gaze of a pair of eyes, the owners of the war horses threw more than a dozen heads on the horse's back to the ground.

The knight was wearing armor, and his face was covered with a delicate mask, with only a slit at the position of his eyes exposed.

"You said that the heads of orcs can be exchanged for gold coins?"

The bard walked out of the stone house, and then looked at the werewolf head on the ground in surprise, and he nodded.

"But when you need it, you need to be an adventurer registered by the Brave Guild, but since you are here, it is the same to register now."

"I don't know your name..."

The bard took out the list and asked when he was about to write it.

The knight on the horse thought about it and said a word.

"Ashes."

"A code name? Okay, a code name is fine."

"Then Lord Ash Knight, there are fifteen gold coins in total, take a look."

Behind the bard, the waiter took out a bag and opened it. The shiny gold coins inside attracted many people's attention.

"Well, not bad."

The knight turned and left. No one knew where he went. Everyone in Zero Crossing City was discussing the authenticity of this matter and the eye-catching gold coins.

"He really gave gold coins, fifteen gold coins, how can he spend them all?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. The people of the Brave Guild collected fifteen orc heads and then gave gold coins without saying anything."

"Nonsense, I clearly saw the bard waving at the knight and asking him to come again next time."

When Lian En appeared in Zero Crossing City again, he couldn't help blushing when he heard people around him discussing him.

Those orc heads were not hunted by him. They were the spoils of the soldiers under Baron Ryan, and he used them.

Not just fifteen gold coins, but one hundred and fifty gold coins. This is the reward given to him by Baron Ryan. Lian En didn't know why Baron Ryan did this.

"Adventurers need a goal and a back to look up to."

Such a reason made Lian En's body straighten up a lot, and even the eyes looking at the women around him became much purer, as if practicing the honor and spirit of the knight.

And in Lingdu City, the first batch of adventurers who planned to earn extra money finally appeared.

They came from some chambers of commerce, and the laborers of the chambers of commerce who came from afar planned to make a fortune in their spare time.

"If I can earn three or five gold coins, I can find a knight teacher for my son, so that my son will have the opportunity to become a distinguished knight master."

They didn't have the courage to make requests to the nobles, but they followed the chamber of commerce to the north. Everyone was familiar with them along the way, and the one who managed them was also the manager of the chamber of commerce, who was an ordinary person like them, so these laborers were naturally not so worried.

A total of 26 people, this is the first batch of adventurers in Lingdu City who began to enter the north to try to hunt orcs.

Someone looked at their backs, and then watched them enter the North.

"Tell the soldiers of the Wild Bear Warrior Corps not to kill the orcs directly, and leave some."

Ryan ordered this. He didn't want the death rate of the 26 people to be too high, and he also hoped that they could hunt orcs and bring them back to Lingdu City.

"By the way, throw some weapons to them. How dare they dare to break into the North with a dagger."

Ryan was a little helpless. These people had too little common sense.

Should we consider opening an adventurer training institution next to the Brave Guild? After thinking about it, Ryan gave up this plan.

It's free.

One day, two days, three days... Ryan has waited for the letter from the south, and the people of Lingdu City still haven't waited for the return of those adventurers.

"Are they dead?"

Someone said this with his head shrunk. In this April weather, he actually felt a bit bone-chilling cold.

"They are back, back!"

In the distance, someone shouted loudly, and the crowd still stretched their necks and looked at the direction where the sound came from.

There, a group of twenty humans who looked like savages, grinning, walked in the crowd and came to the Northland Heroes Guild.

Twenty-six hideous corpses were thrown on the ground. They were worried that the Heroes Guild would cheat, so they even brought the corpses back. Looking at the corpses, a child cried out in fear.

"A total of twenty-six gold coins, you..."

The bard looked at these people and said:

"Everyone has an orc's head, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Look at that black goat orc, I killed him."

"That hyena man, I killed him."

"That one..."

"Okay, in that case, everyone gets one gold coin, keep it."

Putting twenty-six gold coins in everyone's hands, the bard frowned and said:

"Next time, don't bring back the bodies, just the orcs' heads will do."

The adventurers smiled awkwardly, holding the gold coins tightly and saying that they could chop off their heads and throw the bodies in the wild.