Throne of the North

A group of more than a dozen people had just fallen down the rope when they saw an embarrassed figure running towards them where the light was refracted in the distance.

"Humans? There are other people besides us in the North."

They were extremely surprised, but Lawrence was extremely surprised. He recognized these people and they had Meyers' badges on them.

"Friends of the Meyers family, I'm asking for your help."

Hearing the other party call out the name of the Meyers family, a dozen people recognized the other party, drew out their swords and forced Lawrence to stop.

"Standing there, what happened to you?"

No need to answer, the gray-white goblins behind Lawrence had already rushed out. Although these guys were short, they were frighteningly strong, and their physical fitness was no less than that of a formal knight.

"If you can't run away, kill them!"

The knights formed a phalanx and faced the goblins with Nalorens.

"The back, the back is coming too!"

On another ice road, gray goblins appeared, and their number suddenly reached more than fifty.

"Is it too late to go up now?"

Someone looked at the rope. Obviously, it was too late now.

"These goblins will not let go of any prey until the prey is dead. There is no other way but to kill them."

Lawrence was breathing heavily. If he hadn't been beaten, he wouldn't be in such a mess.

"Kill them!"

The knights let out a low roar, and Lawrence saw that the long swords in these people's hands actually burned with black flames.

"The power of the Nightmare Knight's Breathing Technique."

Lawrence was envious and amazed that the Meyers family was powerful not only with the power in the hands of the Grand Duke, but also with each of them.

"But I'm not bad either."

Lawrence can run alone in the North and is not afraid of numerous enemies. Naturally, it is because he has various blessings given by Ryan, which comprehensively enhances his combat effectiveness.

The goblins roared, roaring hoarsely as they charged towards the humans. The battle was imminent. On this not-so-wide icy road, the knights defended their positions and faced the attacks from both sides without falling behind. They kept killing these gray-white creatures. Skin gnome.

There were also casualties among them, and when the battle was over, the six knights could not hold on and fell.

This made the remaining people look ugly and stared at Lawrence angrily.

"I'm sorry, but even without me, you will face these monsters sooner or later. They are more terrifying than the goblins we know."

These knights didn't care about this. They were angry and surrounded Lawrence. There was always someone responsible for the death of their companions, and Lawrence was the best target.

Seeing that these people were about to take action, Lawrence quickly said:

"Don't you want to know what's down here? The giant dragon in the sky is always there but doesn't dare to come down. Do you know what it's afraid of?"

"Dragon! There are many dragon corpses down here, as well as the remains of a dragon king."

Lawrence's words shocked all the knights. Did the dragon die here?

One giant dragon is scary enough, but what about many?

"Are you sure it's a giant dragon and not some other sub-dragon species?"

"I'm pretty sure that there was a flying dragon mound in Beifeng Province before. I've seen it before, but the dragons here are completely different from them."

Half an hour later, looking at the frozen skeletons of the giant dragons in front of them, every knight forgot to breathe.

"With so many dragons dying here, there must be something terrible here that we can't handle."

"Go back and tell Master Chrysos."

A group of people retreated. They were knights, not barbarians. They knew what kind of power they could not resist.

Lawrence didn't dare to get close easily and could only follow these people.

"Where's the body?"

Returning to the place where they were just now, these people looked ugly, and all the corpses left behind by the battle were gone. If the blood stains on the ice had not solidified and melted into the ice, they would have suspected that they were lost.

"The rope is gone too."

Someone said that the rope they came down from broke at a high place, but it was at least twenty or thirty meters away from the ground. The smooth ice surface was not something that could be climbed up by hand.

"What did it do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, gray-white goblins came out of the surrounding shadows again, this time in greater numbers. Monsters that were fearless of death appeared, but the knights showed no intention to fight.

When they had all the manpower, they suffered heavy losses against dozens of goblins. Now there are at least hundreds of goblins, and their number is even smaller, and they are definitely no match.

"Those who can't escape must be killed first!"

Lawrence stopped everyone who wanted to escape and leaned against the ice wall.

"We must kill some of them and reduce their numbers, otherwise we will definitely die once we are caught up."

Lawrence's long sword blocked several people, and the remaining people gritted their teeth and had no choice but to stay. The ten people leaned against the ice wall and looked nervously at the rushing goblins.

"kill!"

They roared angrily, they were all practicing killing skills, and their swings at this moment perfectly demonstrated the elegance of the knights.

This could not change the outcome of failure. After killing thirty goblins and killing two more, a knight rushed directly towards the gap. Seeing him like this, the others naturally would not stop.

"Damn! There are still too many goblins."

Lawrence was angry, but at this moment he had to run for his life.

The goblins behind him chased him relentlessly. Gradually, Lawrence and the others got separated. He could only hear the angry roars and desperate screams from afar through the gap.

"Damn it, I can't get rid of it at all."

Lawrence gritted his teeth, turned around, and wanted to fight the goblins on this narrow road.

"Idiot, this way!"

A voice came from behind him. Lawrence turned his head and saw a young man with light golden hair. This should be a noble, more like himself.

Lawrence took a few steps back, and then he saw the ice above his head cracked, and countless ice blocks collapsed, blocking the road.

Connie retracted his sword and looked at the sword in Lawrence's hand with some surprise.

"It seems that we all accepted the gift from the same person."

He didn't say it, and Lawrence fell silent. Naturally, he knew the other Frostmourne in Connie's hand.

"Lorenz Xavier."

"Connie Dean."

Half an hour later, when the surroundings were completely safe, Lawrence told Connie about his discovery.

"We can't handle this. We have to go back and tell Lord Ryan."

"The corpses of ten dragons and the dragon king who is like a human. Even he can't solve it."

"I won't go back."

"I must be promoted to a bronze knight in the North before I can go back. This is the goal I set for myself."

Unlike Lawrence, Connie has a clear purpose and knows what he really wants. He also has more on his shoulders.

"But we can't even break the ice on the frozen dragon. If we attract some terrible monster, it will be over."

Lorens said that their current strength is too weak, and the ice that can freeze the dragon is definitely not an ordinary ice cube.

"There is no need to find the secret of the dragon's death. We only need to find the extraordinary resources that can be used."

"The North hides countless precious resources that cannot be bought with money. This is why we are here. Lord Ryan will not be willing to see you so weak."

"This sword will not accept its owner being weak."

Lorens also understood this without Connie saying it. This sword is different, very different, but he is too weak to feel it now. Only at the moment of killing the enemy every time, he can vaguely feel that Frostmourne seems to be breathing faintly.

That kind of breathing is like eating delicious food intoxicatedly.

With the large amount of food, Lorens also felt that he seemed to be a little stronger. This did not come from the body, but from the soul.

The soul crystal, one of the materials for forging Frostmourne, comes from the hound god. The extremely aggressive and destructive god has never been content. His power is uniquely cruel.

After hearing Connie's words, Lorens was silent, but agreed.

In this way, the two of them took a detour and headed deep into the rift. They could see the place at a glance, but they spent a day and a half to finally reach the feet of the dragon.

"They are even bigger than what we saw."

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"These dragons may have lived for many years before they died."

The two of them exclaimed, took out Frostmourne and chopped it down. The crisp sound was the same as before. They could only leave a tiny white mark on the ice.

"What can be here?"

Except for the huge frozen dragon skeleton in front of them, there seemed to be nothing. The two searched the bottom of the rift and didn't even see a wild grass growing in the ice and snow.

Back at the feet of the dragon, the two looked at each other, and the next moment they drew their long swords and chopped at the ice frantically.

For humans, Warcraft is a treasure, even the hair is useful, not to mention the dragon, which is at the top of the food chain.

Since there is nothing here, the dragon skeleton itself is a huge wealth.

However, gradually, the two limbs became numb, and there was only a crack as thick as a fingernail on the ice in front of them, which extended less than ten centimeters inside the ice.

"How long will this take?"

"It looks like it will succeed, right?"

"I just hope that when it succeeds, this dragon will not wake up and trample us to death."

For several days in a row, the swords in the hands of the two finally touched something different.

When the sword touched the dragon bone, Lawrence and Connie looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. They felt the silent roar of the sword in their hands, resounding in their souls.

It was excited and felt the soul sealed inside the dragon's skeleton.

"No!"

Lawrence roared, pulling Connie's hand and pulling out the two swords.

At this moment, in the gap of the ice crack, the dragon's toe bones turned into gray-white liquid and flowed out of the gap. Its speed was extremely slow. At the same time, the cracked ice was gradually recovering and was resealing the skeleton.

One drop, two drops, and then more than ten drops of liquid dripped onto the ground. They were still liquid, but they fell to the ground as crisply as gems. When they cut again, the gap that they had spent several days to cut had actually recovered.

The only difference was that one of the dragon's claws had lost a bone.

"Dragon bone marrow, if I remember correctly, this thing should be dragon bone marrow."

"Only a living dragon will produce dragon marrow."

Lawrence raised his head and looked at the giant dragon that was covered in ice with only skeletons.

"Do you feel that this giant dragon seems different from before?"

"no the same?"

Kony was also a little nervous.

"You don't want to think that it came alive."

How is this possible? There is no necromancer here, and this giant dragon doesn't look like it has been resurrected by necromancy.

"No, I think its movements are different from before. I remember that it didn't open its wings so wide before."

Kony did not want to delve further into this topic and said:

"What does dragon marrow do? Can we use it?"

"Yes, it's great. There is nothing more suitable for us than this thing."

"Ever heard of dragon blood?"

"When a knight bathes in dragon blood, his energy and blood will surge, and his strength will increase dramatically. However, dragon bone marrow is more useful than dragon blood. The most important thing is that it does not violently enhance your strength from the outside, but by helping the life force in the knight's body. This birth belongs entirely to the knight's own power."

"Magicians need this most. It can make their bodies stronger. In addition, it is the nobles. Dragon bone marrow can make the nobles live a few more years."

"The great nobles would be willing to build a pool filled with dragon marrow."

“For us, we have the resources to become the Bronze Knights.”

"That……"

Kony stared hotly at the huge skeleton in front of him, being organized by Lawrence.

"This place is very scary. We don't know what kind of powerful beings killed so many giant dragons and sealed them here, even keeping them alive. The giant dragons are dead, but their skeletons still think they are still alive. alive."

"Perhaps we have been annotated by the gods."

Lawrence picked up the dragon bone marrow from the ground and served it with ice cubes.

"These things are enough for us. If all the dragon's bones are dragon marrow, then we will get more."

"But here..."

Lawrence looked at the huge skeleton, the dragon king with the crown on his head, and was a little afraid.

"let's go."

A few days later, the two people who had successfully broken through to a new stage were looking for a way out, but were blocked by goblins again as expected.

"Damn northern monsters, can we kill them all?"

Lawrence asked, and Coney patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the gentle slope leading to the surface.

The moment Lawrence slashed over, his pupils shrank and he was extremely shocked.

Thousands of gray-skinned goblin corpses lay there, with blood flowing in the caves below to form rivers. They seemed to have been beaten to death by some terrifying monster, unable to even escape.

No wonder these goblins haven't been looking for them in the past few days in the depths.

"Leave quickly."

"Get out!"

The two of them held their breath and waved their swords towards the goblins in front of them, not daring to stop. The moment they rushed to the surface, they found that the goblins did not dare to chase them out.

"There's something here that they're afraid of."

"Go quickly."

The two men ran non-stop in the direction of human civilization, and behind them in the hazy wind and snow, huge wings flashed, and a pair of cold pupils watched the two ants leave.

Finally, the frost dragon stared into the depths of the rift and let out an unexplained roar.