Throne of the North.

Chapter 291: Arrogant War Bear, the Majesty of the Ignorant
Among the people of the Frost Lord, what is considered a powerful tribe.

Bogold's answer to Ryan was proud, that is, only a country with a population of 10,000 people can be called strong.

Less than ten thousand, it is not powerful at all.

These people are stubborn on this point. For example, when they think they cannot inherit the will of the Frost Lord, they will never consider themselves nobles. They must occupy all the people and lands of the Frost Lord before they can truly call themselves the noble bloodline under the gods.

Every generation is no worse than its ancestors.

If you are worse, you are not a noble. This is the general perception and stubborn direction of the people of the War Bear Tribe.

In comparison, the leaders of the army that had previously fought against Bogurd, and the Violent Bear Tribe behind them, had a much more flexible bottom line. They claimed that they were the successors of the Frost Lord and the orthodoxy of this world, and that people from all other tribes had to submit to them.

The War Bear Tribe believes that the Violent Bear Tribe does not respect the great Frost Lord, while the latter believes that the War Bear Tribe is stubborn and has betrayed the will of the Frost Lord.

Oh yes, the Frost Lord is a bear as big as a mountain. People like Bogurd believe it is a war bear, people from the Violent Bear Tribe believe it is a Violent Bear, and people from the Mad Bear Tribe believe that the true form of the Frost Lord is a Mad Bear.

The three names also represent subtle changes in the three tribes' extraordinary paths.

The War Bear's extraordinary system is more unyielding and good at fighting, while the Violent Bear is more like a wild beast. Blood can stimulate them to unleash their primitive instincts. The Mad Bear is the most special. Tiny thunder will burst out from their flesh and blood.

In Ryan's opinion, these are just three different manifestations of the Bear Spirit cultivation system. For example, the Knight Breathing Method, his Flame Dragon Knight Breathing Method can transform blood into flames, and the Nightmare Knight Breathing Method of the Grand Duke Meyers' family can allow the knight to blend into the darkness and turn into a nightmare.

In essence, they are all extraordinary knight systems.

The three tribes here are essentially also the extraordinary system of Bear Spirit.

How big is a tribe of tens of thousands of people? The answer is very big. The reason Ryan couldn't calculate the length and width is that there are seven or eight lakes of various sizes in this tribe.

The lake was surrounded by wind and snow, but the lake itself seemed not to be affected at all. He even saw active fish jumping out of the water. Then a polar bear that had been waiting for a long time fell into the water with a splash. A moment later, it ran up with a few white fish hanging in its mouth, shaking off the lake water on its body, grinning like a silly dog.

The entire War Bear Tribe has more than 200 white bears, of which over 100 are adult war bears that can wear armor.

And the difference between them is that they have undergone bear awakening by priests.

It's not just a ferocious beast, no wonder it looks like a Husky.

The members of the War Bear Tribe were also curious about the sudden appearance of a group of majestic cavalry. One of them walked out of the house by the lake and looked over here.

Bogerd puffed out his chest in the team, looking very proud.

Under the gazes of many people, Ryan came to the place where the leader and priest of the War Bear Tribe lived. A huge wooden house was the palace and meeting hall of the War Bear Tribe.

The leader of the War Bear Tribe is Bogold's father, named Angelo.

"My father's name used to be Bogard, but after I was born, he gradually became inferior to me, so this noble name became mine."

Bogeld sat carefree on a chair. She was the standard-bearer of the War Bear Tribe, or in other words, a general of the army.

Therefore, this is not as good as the magician who fled across the border.

Ryan looked at the old men wearing animal robes.

Are these priests the ones who can suppress the magicians who come from across the border?

"Guest from another world, it seems that you are a noble."

The leader of the Angelo War Bear Tribe spoke, and Ryan responded with the etiquette of the nobles. It was somewhat magical that the etiquette of the nobles in all planes was actually similar in this respect.

"I am Ryan Clayton, Baron of the Flor Empire."

"I heard that you can still return to your world?"

"of course."

Ryan had a humble expression and was willing to answer any questions at this moment.

"So, how can we go to your world?"

"My people will occupy your country through war, and when it's over, I can make you an earl."

Ryan blinked and looked at the people in front of him.

The War Bear Tribe, as the name suggests, has limbs that are good at fighting and brains that are as fiery as fire?
"You want to attack the world I'm in? Start with the Empire?"

"Hmm~ Let me think about it. First, tell me how many legends you have."

"legend?"

Angelo shook his bear-like head and looked at the priests beside him.

The priests looked at each other and finally shook their heads at Angelo.

"Legends are the most powerful nobles under the great Lord of Frost. Only the former high priests can be called legends."

"In the history of Bilki, there have only been six high priests. The last two died in the Pan-Plane War. They were able to tear apart the bodies of gods."

The priests had great respect for the legend, but Ryan, who heard these words, moved a chair and sat opposite everyone with his hands crossed under his chin.

In this case, the offense and defense can be changed.

"So, you don't even have a legend."

Behind him, a soldier brought a crown, which was Exner's sacred artifact, the Crown of Heroes.

"A tribe of 10,000 people. Let's assume that your War Bear tribe has successfully defeated the other two tribes and the remaining small tribes. How about 100,000 people?"

"One hundred thousand people... Let me think about it. You can probably see what Wing Canyon looks like and go from here to my world. Living for a month should be about enough."

"Oh, by the way, Wing Canyon is the border of the empire."

Ryan smiled at Angelo and the other priests.

"Are you going?"

Angelo opened his eyes wide, somewhat incredulous.

"Is the country behind you so powerful?"

He didn't believe it. His War Bear Tribe was already very powerful. The power bestowed upon them by the Frost Lord made them omnipotent.

"Is it awesome?"

Ryan thought about it. His father, Earl Clayton, was able to lead tens of thousands of people into the North to fight against the mammoth people, but he was just an earl. That was quite impressive.

"Let me put it this way. In the past hundred years, the Empire has executed three legends who violated the Imperial Law."

At this point, the priests didn't know what to say and looked at Ryan in shock.

Then they looked to the other side, where sat a man dressed in gorgeous robes.

"Master Xisu, you have experienced many worlds and many legends?"

This person should be the so-called alien who fled to this world. He also looked at Ryan with a frown.

"Legends are legends because they can do things that no one else in the world can do. That's why they become legends. There can't be too many such people."

"A sanctuary magician?"

Ryan looked at the Xisu mage and asked:

"A sanctuary mage should be able to sense many things that ordinary people cannot see, right?"

After saying that, he stretched out his finger, and the door to the plane opened in front of everyone in a grand manner. All of a sudden, incomparably majestic and countless majestic auras appeared in Xisu's mental perception.

This was also Ryan's guess, but after all, he felt the coldness of this world when the door to the frozen land was opened, so there was no reason why the breath of his own world would not penetrate back here.

In just a few breaths, Ryan closed the door to the plane, but the wizard Xisu in front of him collapsed to the ground, looking at Ryan in horror.

"God God?"

He asked in shock. As a Sanctuary wizard, he himself was a seed of legend. Coupled with his long wanderings in the past, he knew some even deeper and more ancient mysterious knowledge.

Xisu's performance verified Ryan's words, and Angelo no longer had any strange ideas.

One hundred thousand people rushed into that world, but could only survive for one month?
They felt the gap, which also meant that Ryan's voice was no longer insignificant at this moment.

"If your Frost Territory is resurrected, maybe it will help you build a kingdom there, but as it is now, I'm afraid you won't even be able to establish a principality."

"Why don't you become my people?"

Before anyone else spoke, Bogeld opened his eyes wide and said angrily:
"You only have a hundred soldiers, and you want to rule us?"

After saying this, he puffed out his chest proudly.

"We are descendants of the great Frost Lord. When we rule over other tribes, we will be noble aristocrats."

Hearing this, Ryan couldn't help but want to beat Bogeld's bear head.

However, this world is richer than he imagined, so he can only wait for future opportunities.

"Master Xisu, are you okay?"

Using the pressure of a world to paralyze a Sanctuary Mage for a moment, Ryan felt that it was almost done. This was a Sanctuary Mage. He didn't even have any Sanctuary Mage under his command.

Moreover, the War Bear Tribe is more powerful than Master Xisu, which shows that these priests also have extraordinary means.

Need to figure it out slowly.

In an alternate dimension world with a population of at least 60,000, Ryan also needs to calm down.

If he could digest this alternate dimension, he couldn't imagine how loud he would have to speak in front of the three great nobles of the North Wind Province.

Calm down, calm down, Ryan, you are already a distinguished master, you can't laugh so easily.

He took a deep breath and looked at the people in front of him.

"Perhaps, there are some things we shouldn't discuss now. I see there are a lot of fish in your lake. Maybe we can exchange some of the things we have."

Communication is the beginning of contact and trust. Only with communication can various subsequent choices be made.

"We need food."

Angelo spoke up, he had changed quickly and was no longer worried about attacking another world.

"food?"

The War Bear Tribe is still short of food? Ryan was a little surprised. After all, the place looked prosperous when he walked here just now.

"The white plague in the north is getting closer and closer, and it's difficult for us to have more children with our food."

Angelo didn't have any ulterior motives, and the people of the War Bear Tribe were not cunning either, so they just said it directly.

"White Disaster, is it the real deadly cold land in the north?"

Ryan asked and got an affirmative answer. What they thought of as the north was the North as Ryan understood it, a world without any vitality under the real winter.

There is also a difference between white snow and white snow.

"The Frost Lords are fighting against the White Scourge in the North, but over the years, the Frost Lords have retreated a lot of land."

"There's nothing we can do."

Lord of Frost, the gods are still alive?

Ryan was a little confused. How could the world be so poor when gods were still alive?

Mage Xisu seemed to have recovered by now. He explained on behalf of the War Bear Tribe:
"That is the power left behind by the Frost Lord. It is a divine weapon that can resist the power of the North."

Artifact? Ryan's eyes widened.

"Can I go take a look?"

"Anyone can see it, but if you want to touch it and try to get the approval of the artifact, it is impossible."

Master Xisu shook his head and said:

"That artifact is in the sky, in the sea of ​​thunderstorm clouds. No flying monsters can get close to it."

He had tried it before but failed, and even he, a sanctuary magician, was unable to touch the artifact.

"Gram's Sword is the weapon of the Frost Lord. No one is allowed to destroy it."

Angelo looked at Ryan. Although he was a little confused, he told Ryan that this was the consensus of all the tribes. The existence of that artifact was the only barrier for their survival. Otherwise, they would have fled like Master Xisu.

Then we can only wait for the opportunity.

Ryan thought so, and he would naturally not give up. As long as he could touch the sword, he could obtain the so-called divine origin of the Frost Lord. It would then be much easier to turn the world's population into his own people.

I still have to find a way to touch that sword.

There was nothing to discuss with the War Bear Tribe. The bear-headed and bear-brained leader did not possess much wisdom. He simply agreed to Ryan's suggestion of sharing what he had, and nothing else happened.

It seems that we have to actually transport the things here before we can get this War Bear Tribe to take action.

……

Although there was no etiquette, the War Bear Tribe still prepared accommodation for Ryan and the cavalry. Some members of the War Bear Tribe looked at the tall Northern war horses with curiosity.

There are wild horses in this world, but their numbers are pitifully small and they are almost extinct, not to mention such tall creatures.

Before Ryan had even taken a look at the territory of the War Bear Tribe formed around the lake, he received an invitation from Master Xisu.

They were refugees from another world, a world that had completely died. He came here with some of his disciples and some people. The journey was difficult and dangerous. When the team of 10,000 people arrived at the War Bear Tribe, only more than 3,000 were left.

Among them, one thousand were slaves, and the remaining two thousand were various nobles.

They do not live in the War Bear Tribe, and they even have to send slaves to help the War Bear Tribe collect supplies. However, there are also quite a few slaves in the War Bear Tribe. The War Bear Tribe, with a population of more than 12,000, has more than 6,000 slaves, who are captives captured by the War Bear Tribe in its battles over the years.

Ryan came to a village five or six miles away from the War Bear Tribe. Some people here seemed to have received news about him, and they surrounded him with people who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had extraordinary conversation, obviously nobles.

"I am Viscount Chaffer, noble sir. My father, Count Furth, invites you to come and have a chat."

Ryan ignored it. These nobles had no territory and no people. His view was the same as that of the War Bear Tribe, that is, they were no longer nobles.

Even if the wandering noble is a prince, Ryan cannot stop for him.

Under the guidance of the wizard, he climbed up a two-story house next to the wizard's tower. He didn't dare to enter other magicians' wizard towers easily.

If the space is blocked, he won't be able to open the door to the plane and won't be able to escape. Moreover, each magician has strange methods and no one knows what strange methods they have.

So, when facing Master Xisu, the two were separated by a ten-meter-long table.

"Baron Ryan, there is no need to be so vigilant. I have no ill will towards you."

Master Xisu smiled and said that the shock Ryan gave him in the War Bear Tribe took him a long time to calm down. At the same time, he felt an immense desire for the empire and the world behind Ryan.

He is a magician, and the group of magicians is itself a kind of blasphemy, a group of extraordinary people who constantly climb up and strengthen themselves.

They are either pursuing the truth or on the way to the truth, and they are born with a direct path to the gods.

So now that he has seen the opportunity, how could Master Xisu not be excited? What's more, it is an extremely prosperous world, and there are even many gods.

"You want to go to my world?"

Ryan guessed what Master Xisu was thinking.

"Yes, you just need to open that portal and let me go..."

Master Xisu's eyes were a little fiery, he had never seen Ryan's way of doing things so easily, he came here from another world, and he didn't know how many resources he had consumed, but Ryan only needed to stretch out his finger.

"Stop!"

Ryan interrupted Master Xisu before he finished speaking.

"Master Xisu said it too easily. I would like to know how much wealth you consumed when you led 10,000 people across the space gate."

This person is not a space magician.

"You say it so easily, Master Xisu, don't you think it's too easy?"

"I can see that you haven't consumed anything."

Master Xisu looked at Ryan and said.

"That's my business, and what makes you think I didn't consume much?"

"Everything requires a price. Master Xisu is a magician, so he should understand this. Even an alchemist who reveres the Philosopher's Stone would not think that the Philosopher's Stone is not part of the price."

It has always been my turn to fleece others, never others' turn.

"I can give you some compensation."

A snow-white storm was emerging around Master Xisu's body. He possessed powerful ice magic and began to overwhelm others with his force.

He had already spent too much of his wealth on practicing and opening the door to the plane, and the remaining precious treasures were things he could not let go.

"My father is a legend, and his mount is a giant dragon."

Ryan said calmly, causing the huge magical pressure from Master Xisu to disappear.

Ryan also lowered his finger from the crown.

Master Xisu needs to use Ryan to enter that world and survive in that world.

"How much do you want?"

Master Xisu asked.

　It was originally scheduled for 12 o'clock, so let's send it together

　　
　
(End of this chapter)