Throne of the North.

Chapter 293: Gram's Sword, Bear's Awakening Sacrifice
Communication will create trust between strangers.

So, when a large amount of food was transported to the War Bear Tribe, Ryan also got the consent of the priest of the War Bear Tribe on the same day to go and see the Sword of Gram.

"We don't mind if someone gets the recognition of the artifact, because it represents the will of the Frost Lord, which means that the Frost Lord is just sleeping, not dead."

"He is powerful. The world was destroyed and surrendered before him. In the ancient records, the people of Bilgi followed the Frost Lord to fight. On the battlefield, we are the most invincible warriors."

Beside Ryan, there was a priest telling of the ancient glory.

"The Frost Lord has been fighting for many years?"

Ryan was curious. The war between gods and the universe only lasted for thirty years, but the records of the War Bear Tribe showed that it was not that.

“He is warlike. Even if there is no war among gods, He is always fighting, bringing war and killing.”

"The Sword of Gram can recognize its master, but it cannot be taken away. It is resisting the erosion of the White Scourge."

"One day, it will lead us to dispel the deadly white plague and allow us to return to our ancestral land."

The people of this world have a lot of faith in this artifact, which makes Ryan couldn't help but imagine that after he mastered the sword, he could just raise his arm and make tens of thousands of natives surrender.

Boom! ! !
The clouds in the sky became turbid, and the roar of thunder struck the sky not far from the ground. The wizard Xisu next to him felt the rich magical factor.

"The magic factor of thunder attribute. If a magician is good at thunder attribute magic, he will definitely make rapid progress here."

After walking forward another two thousand meters, Ryan also saw the source of the thunder, a long sword suspended in the clouds. Even the surrounding clouds were a terrifying silver-white color. Master Xisu told him that ordinary people would explode if they touched the thunder clouds.

"They have formed into a precious magical material. If they can be collected, they can be used to release powerful magic."

Master Xisu was a little jealous. He was one of those traditional magicians who had no division of disciplines or laboratories. He knew a little bit about everything, but was unable to specialize in one area.

For example, he used the storm magic of the sea to break through to the Grand Mage, and relied on the power of ice and snow to break through to the Sanctuary.

There are advantages, that is, he has many means, but the disadvantage is that he may not be as powerful as Ryan imagined.

The Countess of Winter should be able to beat him.

"I will try, Master Xisu. Can you guarantee that I won't be blown away by the thunder?"

Ryan said with some distrust, with the Crown of Heroes on his head.

Master Xisu was somewhat dissatisfied with Ryan's distrust, but he still began to release magic. Suddenly, a small storm gathered on the ground, carrying Ryan towards the sky.

Getting closer and closer to the Sword of Gram, because of the power of magic, the storm that engulfed Ryan inevitably encountered the hostility of the thunder in the void. Hundreds of thunders fell towards him, and Ryan couldn't help but turn pale.

With my current physical condition, I probably can't withstand a few of them.

All the thunders struck the storm, and in an instant the storm shattered, revealing solid ice. The strength of the ice was so high that it actually blocked the thunder.

Ryan finally approached the Sword of Gram. He reached out and touched the artifact. The tingling lightning made his skin congested, and soon blood began to flow out of his pores, turning him into a bloody man.

Before he could no longer bear it, he finally touched it, but the next moment he was blown away by an even greater force.

He hit a stone heavily, and the huge force caused the stone to break. When he reacted, he was surrounded by Brand and other servants, with weapons pointed at Master Xisu.

"It has nothing to do with him."

Ryan stood up, his legs trembling a little, but fortunately his physique was very strong, not much different from that of a young dragon.

He didn't care about the injuries on his body, he was concerned about something else.

wrong?

How could it not be this artifact?

This world should be able to give Ryan a kind of divine blessing, most likely the blessing of the bear spirit, but after he touched the Sword of Gram, he did not receive any feedback.

The spiritual panel remained motionless.

Or, the Frost Lord is not dead.

Or, the target is wrong.

Is the Frost Lord dead? Ryan tends to think he is dead, because the North has eroded 90% of the world's land, and only tens of thousands of people survive in the remaining 10%. If He is still alive, He should find a way to save himself.

There was no sign of this, as the Sword of Gram relied on instinct to fight against the North, leaving some hope for the remaining ten percent of the world.

This can only be the instinctive resistance of the divine origin after the death of the gods. This divine origin is unwilling to die or disappear in obscurity. Even if only the last bit of energy is left, it will still fearlessly launch an attack on the dead winter in the north.

This is a test of willpower, not saving lives.

So... wrong target?
Is there a second artifact or a similar totem token in this world?

Ryan looked at the priest of the War Bear Tribe.

"Can I see your totems?"

Half a day later.

War Bear Tribe.

It was already evening, bonfires lit up the night sky, white bears were roaring, and under the gaze of the tribesmen, the priest apprentices brought out a huge millstone.

It wasn't the war bear Ryan had imagined, perhaps because it was too heavy.

The priests sang sacrificial songs and began to paint on the bodies of the two white bears with blood.

The white bears were a little irritable. They were different from the armored bears. Strictly speaking, they were still just wild beasts, so they were not used to the strange blood in their bodies.

Fortunately, the world of polar bears is pure. After a few armored bears hit the two polar bears with their heads, making them dizzy, they realized that they could not move.

Next to the two white bears stood two strong men. They were the masters of the white bears. Once the sacrifice was over, they would be able to become extraordinary warriors.

"There are only two steps in the sacrifice."

"But it takes a long time to train armored war bears and warriors."

"The first step is called like-mindedness. The young warriors are trained and live with the white bear. Both sides adapt to each other's existence and become family. This step takes at least ten years."

"Only warriors and bears who are like-minded can proceed to the second step, called the bear's awakening."

"After that, they are descendants of the Frost Lord and become war bears that can fight in unison."

“Is there a chance of failure?”

Ryan asked, and Angelo beside him nodded.

"Yes, if the warrior is not strong enough, he will not be able to withstand the power transmitted by the bear's awakening, and he will become exhausted and die."

"So for warriors, how to train their own war bears is also very important. Some warriors are too greedy and train their war bears to be strong and powerful, but they themselves cannot withstand the power fed back by the bear's awakening and die."

"Some warriors were worried that they couldn't hold on, so they restricted the food of the war bears, which led to a lack of tacit understanding between the two sides and failure."

This extraordinary path is quite difficult.

Every time you learn about an extraordinary path, you can understand why knights have become mainstream.

Magicians need talent, alchemists need to create things over and over again, priests and missionaries of the Church need devout faith and the blessing of the gods, and the War Bear Warrior in front of them also needs a long period of mutual understanding and cultivation.

Only knights rely on their own persistence and determination.

God rewards hard work, this is grace to knights.

Soon, the priest drew a large number of runes on the white bear's body, and then Ryan saw a line connected to the center of the huge millstone, and at the other end of the line there was a bird flying into the sky.

"Kite?"

Boom! ! !

The priests also served as weather forecasters. They had predicted thunder tonight, and it struck the kite beautifully. With the naked eye, the silvery-white lightning flowed along the line into the millstone.

An invisible force that Ryan could not understand suddenly covered the two polar bears. Along with the roars of the surrounding armored bears, the two polar bears lying limp on the ground also gradually began to roar.

Their fur was shiny and the blood seemed to have been absorbed, and the polar bear's body became stronger.

The bear awakened, and it was the turn of the two warriors to tremble. Ryan clearly heard the sound of bones rubbing against each other, and blood flowed out of their seven orifices, but both of them insisted on standing still.

"Dil!"

A warrior shouted loudly. He stared at one of the warriors closely because the other one was about to succeed. However, the warrior named Dill was about to kneel down because he could not withstand the power fed back by the war bear!

"Hold on, Dill!"

The members of the War Bear Tribe stared nervously, and even the white bear next to Dill looked at him. If Dill failed, it would also be weakened.

Seeing Dill falling to the ground, Ryan took action.

The blessing of divinity fell upon Dill, and his body became visibly stronger.

"It actually works."

Ryan was surprised. He originally just wanted to try out the effect, but he didn't expect that the Deer Spirit's blessing would also be helpful for the War Bear Tribe's Bear Awakening sacrifice.

It seems that the so-called blessing of the bear spirit in this world is not that necessary?

"No, it shouldn't be that simple."

Ryan did not think that the Deer Spirit Blessing and the Horse Spirit Blessing could replace the Bear Spirit Blessing which he had not yet obtained.

Because the blessing of the horse spirit is not only for people, but also for war horses. Based on this, it can be inferred that the blessing of the bear spirit should not only be for warriors, but also for war bears. However, Ryan's current blessing cannot affect the war bear next to the warrior.

If the war bear cannot be strengthened, then what difference does it make whether there is a bear in the extraordinary path of this world? Aren’t they just knights?

"We still have to find a way to find the token."

Ryan came back to his senses. Dill in the middle was roaring hoarsely, Brand was telling others to give him food and water, and more people were staring at Ryan with frighteningly bright eyes.

"You, how did you do that?"

Bogeld, who thought he was omnipotent, looked at Ryan in shock and asked.

“Many people say that I am a god they revere.”

Ryan said with a smile, then looked at Bogeld.

"How about you join me, and when I regain my godhood, I will let you be the Pope."

"fine."

Bogerd hit the war bear next to him hard, feeling a little angry.

Dill over there has recovered. Ryan took a look and saw that the Deer Spirit's blessing can save ordinary people from three to five years of training and allow them to have the physique of an apprentice knight, and be qualified to practice breathing techniques to give birth to the seeds of life.

But now the strength displayed by Dill is no less than that of the Bronze Knight. This is the power fed back by the War Bear.

“It’s very powerful.”

Amidst the grateful and eager gazes of the crowd, Ryan quietly touched the sacrificial millstone, but still received no response. It seemed that the sacrificial objects of the War Bear, Violent Bear, and Crazy Bear tribes could not bring him the blessing of the bear spirit.

It was a bit regrettable, but Ryan gained the friendship of the War Bear Tribe.

"You know, during every bear awakening, people died. We have more than 200 bears, but only more than 100 War Bear Warriors."

Ryan looked at Angelo and the priest beside him warily.

"You don't think this is easy, do you?"

“Isn’t it easy?”

Angelo did not have the reaction speed of Master Xisu, so he asked stupidly.

Ryan was speechless and said:
"Some things can only be given to my warriors. This is a gift from the gods, and also a gift from me."

"You really want to rule us."

Bogeld grabbed Ryan's tail again and said dissatisfiedly:
"Let the war begin!"

"Since you saved Dill today, we will only send a hundred soldiers!"

The belligerent woman shouted loudly, but Angelo, who was said to be the second bravest person, didn't think so.

He covered his daughter's mouth, causing her to struggle frantically.

"Sorry, sorry, Bogeld is still young, so what she said doesn't count."

Ryan was curious and got an answer that left him speechless.

Twelve years old?
He looked at Bogold's strong physique.

So after pretending to be an adult for so long, you're still just a girl?

"Cough cough!"

Ryan took a deep breath and waved.

"It's okay. I don't bother with children."

Bogold had already broken free from her father, and she kicked towards Ryan with a strength comparable to that of a golden knight.

"You are the child!"

Brand took action, grabbed Bogeld's foot and threw him out.

A moment later, there was a huge noise by the lake, followed by the final splash of water. Many people looked at Brand in shock.

"Why are you so powerful?"

Bogeld opened his eyes wide, somewhat incredulous.

It was not until noon the next day that Ryan opened the door and returned to the Frozen Territory. In one day, the basket he brought was already filled with a large amount of fresh catches, and the rest was kept in a lake of the War Bear Tribe, separated by fish pens to distinguish his fish from those of the War Bear Tribe.

“It’s delicious.”

In the castle, Ryan picked up the fresh fish meat and put it in his mouth. There was no fishy smell. The firm and tender fish meat was not comparable to the salted fish sent by his father-in-law.

"Salted fish can only be fed to cats."

Ryan sighed, and the blue lion beside his feet cried out and looked up in confusion.

"I'm not talking about you, just continue."

The little lion shook his head, then lowered his head and continued to gnaw on the salted fish.

An eagle's cry came from the sky, sharp and majestic. Ryan looked out the window, a little surprised.

"Roland sent the griffin here so quickly?"

"It looks like Brock likes it very much."

"Master Brokk doesn't like it at all. He always makes the griffin race with your winter on the ground, and he loses every time."

Beside her, the Viscountess spoke with a smile.

"I'll make you behave yourself later."

Ryan said that he was not that strict, and there was no aristocratic airs in the castle, so the maids in the castle would not have stern faces all day long, and many of them had smiles on their faces.

Only at night would the maid scream in fear.

"Master, it's still daytime."

"Can't I learn magic during the day?"

……

At the foot of Rhino Horn Mountain.

Roland felt a little regretful.

"Isn't Baron Ryan back yet?"

The soldier didn't answer, but simply blocked him out.

It was not until the next day that Roland saw Master Ryan, who had been riding for almost a day.

"Mr. Roland wants to visit the Northern Wind Province?"

Ryan was a little wary. Roland would stay in the frozen land for a while until the heavy hammer was forged, and then return to the Andara Kingdom with a batch of weapons.

Therefore, Ryan was very busy traveling between different worlds during this period, but Roland was very idle.

He is not a man who can sit idle. I heard that the maid who takes care of him doesn't do anything and is focused on her career.

Ryan admired him, but he still didn't want Roland to run around in the Northern Wind Province.

"Yes, Baron Ryan, I would like to borrow your domain's identity to visit Countess Winter."

I just praised you, but I didn't expect you to be such a person!

Ryan looked at Roland, and under his strange gaze, Roland stated his purpose.

"Countess Winter is a senior. Her attainments in space magic are admired even by my father. I have reached a bottleneck in my practice. If I can get her guidance, I think I can make further progress."

So that's how it is. Ryan was a little surprised that Roland was actually a magician who practiced space magic.

"No wonder Mr. Roland has so many precious space magic weapons on him."

When they first met, Ryan was very envious. Roland could load so many weapons and equipment with just a wave of his hand.

I had thought it was a huge space storage magic device, and in fact it was, but it was not just one.

"Space magic is too difficult. If possible, I would rather practice wind magic."

Roland was somewhat helpless, as his father was a legendary magician known as the 'Wind Emperor'.

"My father once wanted to become a space magician, but he didn't have a good talent, so he chose wind magic. After I was found to have a good talent, my father let me become a space magician."

If he became a wind magician, Roland couldn't imagine how fast his progress would be under his father's guidance.

Bad talent, legendary wizard, can these words really be put together?

Ryan blinked his eyes. He thought that he didn’t have good talent, so he wondered if he could become a legendary wizard.

"No, I have to spend more time studying magic."

(End of this chapter)