Throne of the North.

Chapter 20 The Migrating Team and the Viscount in Distress

On the continent of Exnel, after walking through the plane gate, Ryan felt that it was even colder here.

“The winters here seem to be getting colder.”

Wrapping himself in a deerskin cloak, Ryan passed through the plane gate behind eleven servants. In the flying snow, he could not tell any direction.

In short, when he came again, he did not appear in the same village as Brand and his friends.

There is a spatial gap when the plane door is opened.

There were twelve people, including Ryan, each wrapped in a deerskin cloak. They formed two lines and walked on the knee-deep snow. Brand walked in front and Ryan walked in the middle.

"How's it going, Brand? Can you tell the direction?"

"My Lord, this direction should be the south."

Brand pointed ahead and then at the flying snow in the sky.

"In the old days, every winter, the strong winds and snowstorms blew from the north to the south."

"But I don't know which direction there are people around. The heavy snow has covered all traces. According to experience, even if there is a village dozens of meters away from us, it is difficult for us to find it in such heavy snow."

Brand had an antler in his hand with a rope attached to it. He was constantly throwing the antler to determine whether the snow ahead could bear their weight.

Because in this snow that is knee-deep at the shallowest point, you never know when you might miss a step and fall into the vast snow.

These were all Brand's experiences in hunting alone. Besides him, there were several soldiers around Ryan who were doing the same.

Walking in such a world, the people of Exnel continent have bloody experience.

However, not long after, Brand stopped. The twelve people had already been covered by the wind and snow, and in the heavy snow, they merged into one with the snowfield.

They looked ahead and saw a long team with many people holding torches, the flickering flames flickering in the wind and snow.

The mooing of the giant deer could not be heard far away in the snow and wind. They seemed to be domesticated, walking in the middle of the team carrying packages on their backs in the snow.

"what!!!"

There was a scream and a commotion at the front of the team, as if someone had lost his footing and fallen somewhere.

At this shout, the entire team stopped, and many people holding torches looked around in horror.

Because they don't know whether their surroundings are safe.

"What are you stopping for?"

In the middle of the crowd, an angry roar came from a sedan chair carried by six people. Then, a man wrapped in fur clothes walked away. In a moment, he hid back in the sedan chair and shouted.

"Hurry up, where are the soldiers? Go kill two slaves and keep moving forward."

Immediately, a soldier wearing animal skin armor and holding a long sword walked out and directly chopped down two people. After the blood flowed, the team moved forward in silence again.

"noble?"

"Follow them," Ryan ordered.

Brand led the way, walking a little slower because the group in front, which was obviously migrating, was walking very slowly.

People kept dying along the way. Some of them missed a step and fell into the snow, unable to get up. Some of them had their legs frozen and could not move forward. Some of them were ordered to be executed by the increasingly violent nobles.

After walking for about five or six hours, nearly thirty people collapsed on the road.

Finally, the team of about 500 people arrived in front of a cave.

The dark cave in the snow and wind gave people a warm feeling. When they arrived here, everyone in the team breathed a sigh of relief. If the journey was a little longer, they really wouldn't be able to hold on.

The noble in the sedan finally came out, bringing with him an exquisite woman and a boy.

"Soldiers! Take this fort and we will no longer have to endure the cold."

The group of soldiers, numbering no more than twenty or thirty, suddenly roared in anger, and then they began to urge the slaves in the front to rush into the cave.

Soon, Ryan and the others outside heard a roar like that of a wild beast coming from deep in the cave. The roar became more and more intense, and then at a certain moment, it turned into a wail.

"Let's go in." Ryan said, and all the knights and servants walked in front of him and followed Brand towards the cave.

"If you encounter any problems, take the Lord away immediately."

Brand gave the order, and the ten attendants responded in low tones.

It was snowing and blowing, and there was no light at all on the first section of the cave that went down, so the two soldiers could only take out torches to light it.

Only then did Ryan see clearly the situation in the passage.

"Is this... a mine?"

He looked at the surrounding stone walls and could see some scattered minerals mixed in them. The black light emitted the light of a campfire and was filled with a sharp chill.

These ores were deliberately made into such a scary appearance.

As the view ahead became wider and wider, Ryan gradually discovered some corpses.

Most of them are human, and a small number are half the size of a human, with bare dark green skin, pointed ears, and densely packed with extremely sharp teeth.

"Goblin?"

When Ryan was talking about this alien race in surprise, someone also discovered them.

"Who are you?"

In the darkness, a large number of torches illuminated the cave. The nobleman who had been there before walked over here and looked at Ryan and his group fiercely. Behind them was a larger goblin corpse.

He was much bigger than the two strong men combined, and he was holding a wooden mace with iron spikes on it.

It died with a bloody hole in its head.

"Hobgoblin."

Ryan pushed aside the wall of people in front of him and took off his deerskin cloak.

All of a sudden, everyone could see clearly that a young man with jet-black hair, shoulder-length and neatly combed and tied behind his head, appeared.

He had reddish pupils that looked like gemstones, and his fair skin had never experienced any signs of wind and frost.

The nobles, the moment they saw Ryan, everyone understood, even the man who scolded them subconsciously let down his guard.

"I am Viscount Wittman, who are you?"

The man looked at Ryan and held out his hand, which had an emerald ring with a mountain carved on it.

That was the family emblem of Viscount Wittman's family. Seeing this, Ryan found that he seemed to have not yet developed a baron emblem.

"Lian Clayton, Your Excellency can call me Baron Ryan."

"The Clayton family?" Viscount Wittman was a little confused. He had never heard of the name of this family.

But it didn't matter, he ordered the soldiers around him to step forward and drive them away.

"This is my precious territory, now you leave here immediately."

"I have no interest in this place."

Ryan looked at Viscount Wittman, and then at the slaves around him who had obviously been through a lot.

"Although you are a viscount, such an identity seems to have no meaning nowadays. A viscount only has 500 slaves, 20 to 30 soldiers, and no territory of his own."

"Viscount Wittman, your family has fallen into decline."

Standing in the cave, Ryan's voice was calm and confident.

(End of this chapter)