Throne of the North

On the ice and snow, as the human army advances, more and more evil wolves follow them.

A pair of greedy eyes stared at this walking food, and every knight attendant in the army was stained with blood. They had been attacked five times along the way for two to three kilometers.

As long as these wolves are still alive, they will not stop attacking them. No matter who is better or worse, the wolves will attack crazily. They will only retreat when a large number of them die and are exhausted. Follow the humans.

The wolves are agile. In this ice and snow, their agility makes soldiers dare not chase them out easily. Under this land, there are many traps for heavy "prey" like them.

"I can chase them away."

Archmage McCann said that his magic could drive away the wolves, but Ryan refused the offer.

"No, their existence can help us observe the world."

"oh?"

"Look."

Ryan pointed at the wolves behind him and said:

"Their speed has slowed down and they are further away from us."

"They are alert to the direction we are heading. What is there... there?"

Ryan looked ahead. The endless world was snow-white, but the wolves behind him were getting further and further away. Until more than a hundred meters later, a wild wolf finally stopped following and ran away in a few jumps.

Gradually, fewer and fewer wild wolves followed behind.

The last twenty or so wild wolves were also hesitant. They looked around and saw that there were not many companions left, and finally gave up unwillingly.

"Ouch——"

With a wolf howl, the last wolves began to retreat, but at the moment they retreated, snowflakes splashed into the sky under the white snow, and dozens of white wolves opened their bloody mouths and bit at those wild wolves.

The sudden attack caught the wild wolves off guard. They were unable to dodge in time, and their throats were pierced by sharp fangs. The wild wolves fell down amidst the splatter of blood.

Ryan raised his hand, and the army stopped to defend the surroundings. After killing the wild wolves, dozens of white wolves also surrounded the human army, looking greedily at the tall war horse.

"Ouch——"

The white wolf raised its head and roared, and then high-pitched wolf howls in the sky came and went. From far to near, more and more white wolves appeared here, surrounding Ryan and the army from all directions.

"It seems that this is their territory."

The previous wolves were led by black wolves, and they were obviously wary of the white wolf's territory here.

The white wolves trampled on the snow, but did not leave any obvious footprints in the snow. Their bodies seemed to be lighter than expected, and they were getting closer to the human army.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of war, a horn sounded in the distance.

The long horn sound penetrated the silent sky, and dozens of humans wearing animal skins arrived, followed by more than a dozen white wolves among them.

The huge pack of wolves dispersed and disappeared into the snow in an instant. Their snow-white hair made them extremely adaptable to the environment in front of them.

Dozens of soldiers stared at Ryan and others with vigilance. They were sure that they were not from the hostile tribe, but they did not understand the purpose of these people.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

A man in wolf's skin held a spear and stared at Ryan closely.

"We are the companions of the mage, traveling in this world."

Ryan said this, which surprised the wolf-skin man but also showed no strong hostility.

"Followers of the magician? We haven't had anyone like you here for many years."

He seemed not surprised at all by the humans from another world.

Even invitations were made.

"Do you dare to visit our village?"

"Oh? Why don't you dare?"

Ryan said that this was the first time a native asked him if he dared.

"You have great courage."

The man named Lamont looked at the tall war horse under Ryan and said this, and then let out a wolf roar from his mouth. The dozen white wolves behind him also disappeared into the wild, leaving only humans leading Ryan and others forward.

"Don't go wrong. There are many traps under this snow. I don't want you to die here and be retaliated by the magician."

Lamont led the way, and finally, the group came to a village.

"You guys wait here first, we have to go in first and report to the fighting warrior."

Lamont let two people enter the village, and Ryan was a little surprised and asked:

"Aren't you a warrior?"

Lamont shook his head and said:

"I'm just a villager, not a fighter."

When he said this, he stroked the wolf skin on his body, feeling a little envious and unwilling.

Soon, the two people who left came back and allowed Ryan and others to enter the village.

The moment he crossed the fence and entered the village, Ryan heard crazy and cruel roars in his ears. He looked at the houses. In front of each house, there was a huge cage, and inside the cage was a ferocious-looking person. ……Wolf?

"Woof woof!!!"

"dog?"

Ryan was surprised that in this world where there were many wolves, the presence of dogs seemed to be no exception.

"They're not dogs, they're hounds."

Lamont said.

Ryan understood, it seemed to be similar, and then asked:

"Are you using them to fight against wolf attacks outside?"

"No."

Lamont shook his head and brought Ryan to the most luxurious house in the village. This was the stone house, the only stone house.

"We raise them so that one day we can kill them and sacrifice their souls."

Lamont said an answer that Ryan couldn't understand. He turned his head and looked at the learned Archmage McCann.

"Some ancient tribes serve the gods in the most primitive way and then gain power. Usually these primitive humans have totems on their bodies."

After Archmage McCann finished speaking, he looked at the people in front of him curiously. These people had no totems on their bodies and were very clean.

In the stone house, a tall and strong man of more than two meters walked out. He was covered with a bearskin and stared at Ryan and the others like a wild beast.

"Welcome to my village."

Lamont respectfully handed a horn to the strong man in front of him, and then stood aside.

"Did you bring me food?"

The strong man named Bjorn looked at the horses under Ryan greedily, wishing to kill and eat them on the spot.

Ryan turned his head and looked at Lamont and asked again.

"Will the strongest warrior here become the master of the village?"

When Ryan saw this strong man coming out before, there were several women in the stone house.

"You are right, the most powerful fighter will own all the wealth of a village, including them."

It was Bjorn who answered Ryan. When he finished speaking, Ryan nodded and his voice became colder.

"Bogeld."

Volibear roared, and rushed out with the girl. The terrifying power suppressed him instantly, and the cold-eyed Bogeld slashed at Bjorn with a long sword and shield.

The long sword drew a ferocious blood mark on the bear-skinned man's chest. The man raised his head angrily and stared at Bogeld in front of him. The moment Volibear's bear claw fell, he A roar came from the throat, and then... it turned into a grizzly bear and bit at Volibear as well.

Volibear was also frightened by the scene in front of him. His paws slowed down and he was bitten on the shoulder by the grizzly bear.

The severe pain caused Volibear to go completely berserk, and he slapped his claws at the grizzly bear's head. With a stronger force than the grizzly bear, it had the upper hand. Bogard on his back was forced to move away when the grizzly bear's head was forced to move. Cut off the sword that hit the opponent's neck.

Blood flowed out, and the grizzly bear fell to the ground, turning into Bjorn's appearance. He fell to the ground with disbelief in his eyes, and he did not die immediately.

Around them, dozens of villagers came to kill Ryan and the others.

Brand kicked Lamont away and yelled:

"These are your rules."

"You are not fighters."

Lamont said through gritted teeth, then stood up and was about to attack again.

"He's dead."

Bogard returned to the team, where Volibear was still playing with Bjorn, and the dying human body couldn't survive under its toy.

The surrounding villagers looked at each other in shock. Some were still attacking, but they were quickly captured by the knight attendants.

"Only a fighter gets this village."

Lamont said loudly, and Ryan looked at the other villagers around him with this look. Even if he killed the man in front of him who could turn into a bear, he still couldn't get their approval.

"Then, what does it take to become a fighter?"

"Go to the arena in Skala City and survive."

"Devour the enemy's soul and kill a beast."

The villagers replied, looking at Bjorn's dead body. It was obvious that the man in front of them was born this way.

"It's a bit troublesome."

Ryan shook his head. He was no longer interested in such an extraordinary path. In fact, such an extraordinary path was no longer the direction to approach the knight, but more like a druid.

Yes, Druid, Ryan suddenly thought of this group, they can also become beasts.

But unlike the druids, the methods in this world are more cruel and bloody.

"It seems that you are going to choose another fighter."

Ryan's words made the surrounding villagers' eyes shine, and then Ryan looked at Lamont.

"Are you willing to become a fighter? If you can answer some of my questions, I can help you."

Lamont looked up, eagerness on his purple face.

"What do you want to know?"

"Let's start with the fighters."

…

"Fighters are the power given to us by the great gods. According to legend, the great gods turned into hounds and came to their tribe when our ancestors faced increasingly difficult living conditions."

"The god-turned-hound killed everyone he saw, killing every village and city's population until he met a warrior on the edge of Garm, the name of our world."

"The warrior killed the hound transformed by the god, and he was satisfied and gave a split part of his soul to the original fighter."

"From that time on, every citizen of Gam can obtain extraordinary fire from the soul of the hound."

Ryan understood a little bit when he heard this. This is like the life seed of the knight. After several years of unremitting training, the trainee knight can practice the breathing method and condense the life seed in the heart, so he can become a formal knight. , completely embarking on the extraordinary path of the knight.

However, the extraordinary fire of people here comes from gods and hounds.

"Every month, the nearest city to us, Skala, opens an arena. On that day, prepared humans will kill their own hounds and let their souls possess their own souls and enter the arena. Inside."

"There, kill all the opponents, survive in the end, and devour the souls of the opponents, then you can be sublimated and become a powerful fighter."

"Every fighter will turn into a beast?"

Ryan said pointing to the corpse not far away.

"No, after becoming a fighter, a fighter needs to go into the wilderness, hunt powerful beasts, and wear their furs on their bodies to gain their power."

"Of the people who enter the arena, only one out of ten can survive, and among the surviving fighters, in the wilderness, only five out of ten can come back alive."

Five of a hundred people survive? Ryan was surprised. This was the cruelest alien world he had ever encountered.

Even the natives of the different worlds of mountains and forests who drink blood are not so bloodthirsty.

The scene when they first met seems to have found the source.

"Maybe I know why the magic factor is not active in this world."

Archmage McCann said this with a serious expression.

"Magic, monster."

He gave the hint, and Ryan understood it instantly.

Yes, the people who believe in hounds hunt powerful beasts and wear their furs on their bodies, so they have great power. The corpse on the ground, Bjorn, is no worse than a formal knight. He has become The Grizzly Bear is then comparable to the Bronze Horseman, and surpasses the Bronze Horseman in terms of strength because he is a Grizzly Bear.

What if it were Warcraft instead? If they gain the power of Warcraft, the second level will be comparable to the Silver Knight.

At the third and fourth levels, they are the gold and sky knights. If they can kill the dragon, can they become the dragon?

Ryan thought this way, not sure if it would work, but at least the Warcraft would make them stronger.

Archmage McCann looked at Lamont.

"Is the god you serve still alive?"

"Of course it still exists!"

Lamont's voice grew louder.

“The Great Spirit watches eternally over His people and His world.”

"Last month in the Scala Arena, the adults who became fighters were blessed by the gods, allowing them to devour the souls of their enemies."

Lamont said that only the power of the gods can make them true fighters, and within a month, miracles will appear in the arena.

This sentence made Ryan a little creepy.

What the hell? When he came to this world, the last boss he had to defeat was a god?

Different from the previous world, there is a living god in this alien world, and he is watching the world.

"Scala City is a city in the south, on a barren mountain. To the north, there is also a Tyrell Forest City, standing in the forest."

"population……"

Facing Ryan's question, Lamont was also a little confused.

Although this world is full of civilization, things like mathematics are still luxurious.

"There are many, many more people than our village. I went there once and there were people everywhere."

There are at most two to three hundred people in this village, and I'm afraid there won't be too many in the two cities.

What Lamont recognized was the world centered on these two cities. In his memory, there seemed to be no such thing as the northern border.

"Were your hounds captured and tamed from the wolves outside?"

Coming to this world, Ryan saw wolves and humans.

He also had doubts about those wolves.

"Those wolves outside?"

Lamont's voice was a little testy.

"Those damn wolves are not our hounds. The hounds are given by the gods. They are predators. They plunder the wild vegetables and mushrooms we have worked so hard to grow in the snow. They also kill our hounds and even eat them. Human flesh and blood.”

"But I saw a pack of wolves behind you before."

Lane said and Lamont shook his head.

"It's different. I'm talking about black wolves. Although white wolves also hunt, they have a good relationship with humans. We will give them some food, and they will guide us to where we can grow more mushrooms."

But finally Lamont began:

"We have the right to travel within the white wolves' territory. As long as we don't actively provoke them, we'll be fine."

Ryan looked at the snow-white wolf skin on Lamont's body. Obviously, this relationship was not as easy as he said.

Seemingly noticing Ryan's gaze, Lamont said quickly:

"I snatched this from the Fenrir people. Their people invaded our territory three months ago. I killed an enemy and mixed up the wolf skin on his body."

The animal skins worn by the combatants were hunted by themselves, but others wearing animal skins would not turn into ferocious beasts.

Ryan interrupted his next words.

"Fenrir people? Aren't you all citizens of Garmu World?"

Lamont thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, we are Garm's people, but they are Fenrir's people."

"Don't tell me, these are the names of two worlds."

"It's the name of two worlds."

Lamont said with a dull nod.