Throne of the North.

Chapter 300 The ruin of life, a bloody hymn (please subscribe) (VI)
The warhorse slowed down, and the fire behind him guided Brand's direction, allowing him to be one step faster than the soldiers of the Wild Bear Warriors in the dark.

Under the moonlight, Brand rode his warhorse, leaving a silhouette in the gaps between the pine trees. When the front was completely shrouded in darkness, the warhorse suddenly slowed down and stood just on the edge of a pitch-black line.

A few pieces of broken stones crossed the line and fell straight into the depths of the darkness. It was a long time before sporadic collision sounds were heard.

“Is there a rift here?”

Brand was shocked. According to the War Bear Tribe, they were even going to cross the pine forest and get closer to the Mad Bear Tribe.

There shouldn't be such a rift here.

The direction from which the horn sound came was this side, was it inside?
He hesitated, wondering whether or not to explore.

While waiting, the roar of the armored bear was heard from behind. It seemed to be injured, and the mad bear warrior was obviously not so skillful in bandaging it.

Riding the warhorse to hide to the side, the fire soon illuminated the darkness here. A group of angry and quarreling bear warriors calmed down here, and then climbed down one by one from a certain location in the rift, where there was a road.

It took a long time for the more than 3,000 soldiers of the Mad Bear Tribe to move completely away. After they disappeared, Brand also came out.

"Wait for me here. If I don't come back after a long time, you can go back by yourself."

Speaking to the warhorse, Brand walked into the darkness alone.

Not long after, he had landed in the rift valley. The ground below was much flatter than he had imagined. It could even be said that it was a road dug by humans.

“It shouldn’t have been opened up recently.”

The traces left by the Mad Bear Tribe were obvious. Brand moved forward vigilantly in one direction, then opened his eyes wide a thousand meters away.

In front of him, it was not dark at all under the moonlight. It was even bright enough for him to see the world of ice and snow in front of him. Under this rift, there was a world forged of ice and snow. Thousands of members of the Wild Bear Tribe lived around an ice peak, and at the highest point of the ice peak, one could see a huge ice throne.

It was not cold here at all, and the town formed by the glacier shocked Brand even more. No one knew who the throne on the ice peak belonged to.

"The Crazy Bear Tribe no longer lives in the city halfway up the hill. They moved here."

"No wonder the battle started outside the pine forest. That place is right outside their home. If they start from here, they will have enough time to find the remnants of the Violent Bear Tribe and intercept their army."

No one knew that the Wild Bear Tribe had unknowingly moved to the pine forest and taken root in a rift valley that could be described as a miracle.

Ryan and the people of the War Bear Tribe were surprised when they received the news.

Angelo became excited and his breathing became rapid.

"It's the throne of the Frost Lord!"

"That must be the throne of the Frost Lord."

"Legend has it that the Frost Lord is in the far north of the world, where glaciers have frozen the oceans and snow has filled the eyes. In the howling winds and blizzards, the shadow of the Frost Lord can be seen."

"His shadow is taller than the mountains and longer than the rivers. On a certain day every year, when the strong winds and blizzards disperse, the throne on the ice peak will be revealed. The great frost lord sits there, looking down at the world that belongs to him and watching his people."

"However, how could the throne of the Frost Lord appear in the Pine Forest?"

Angelo became irritable.

"No, we are the descendants of the great Frost Lord. The Wild Bear Tribe has stolen our faith!"

"We must take back what's ours. It belongs to us!"

The people from the War Bear Tribe also started arguing.

Ryan was listening nearby and gradually got the answer.

Because of the North, the cold winter in the North covers more than 90% of the land in the north of the Bilki world, and the remaining 10% is safe under the power of the Sword of Gram, but the Sword of Gram is born from the Scabbard of Gram, which is in the hands of the Mad Bear Tribe.

Therefore, the Mad Bear Tribe, the northernmost tribe, is most aware of the power of the North and the strength of the Sword of Gram, as well as the consequences of the collision between the two.

The Mad Bear Tribe moved their originally more suitable city to the Pine Forest, which meant that the power of the Sword of Gram might be beginning to be unable to withstand the harsh winter winds and snows of the North.

The people of this world are naturally adapted to the cold environment of wind, snow and snow, but now even they can't bear it.

"You want to take back your ancestral land, but you are not strong enough now. Even if I give you armor and weapons, you are still no match for the Crazy Bear Tribe, which has three times as many people as you."

Ryan said, and then told the War Bear Tribe.

"You need more warriors. Before dealing with the Crazy Bear Tribe, you must first unify the other tribes."

……

Deep in the pine forest, at the end of the rift valley, in the town on the glacier.

At the foot of the ice peak, a dozen priests in animal skin robes knelt in a circle, praying with fear and despair in their eyes.

They call upon the Frost Lord to appear.

On the periphery, the leader of the Mad Bear Tribe, Boots Ganluo, had a solemn expression on his face.

"The throne of the Frost Lord should not appear here, and He will not allow His throne to appear in the south. He sits eternally at the end of the deep north world."

"Unless, the world in the north no longer belongs to him. He was defeated, and only this less than 10% of the land is left. It is his only remaining world."

"How could the Frost Lord fail?"

He murmured, his eyes empty and fearful, and the dozens of priest apprentices behind him were the same.

Further away, a human wearing a wizard's robe with a palm made of crystal green crystals raised his hand and glanced at Boots Ganlo.

"Your god has fallen. Although He continued to hold on for decades after the Pan-Plane War, He still fell in the end."

"You have always been unwilling to believe this fact, but now the evidence is in front of you."

"you shut up!"

Boots Ganlo suddenly roared like a wild beast, thunder spread over his body, and he stared at the magician.

"The Frost Lord will never die. He exists forever, protecting us, Bilki's people, and his believers."

The magician sneered and said no more.

But Boots Ganluo, holding a scabbard in his hand, slowly came to the middle of the priests, crawled and sent the scabbard in his hand to the highest point of the ice peak.

There was no movement.

The scabbard was inserted next to the throne on the ice peak, but there was no movement.

Boots Ganlo's face turned pale, and more than half of the priests below vomited blood and fainted at this moment.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"Hope, yes, hope. The Frost Lord left us hope. We are his descendants, and we represent the hope of his life."

"He sheltered us and allowed us to survive the war, so we must help Him."

"Survive. We must survive first."

Boots Ganluo walked down the ice peak and looked at everyone around him with cold eyes.

"The great Lord of Frost has given us his will. We must unify the entire world, gather all of Bilgi's people, live under his watchful eye, and then find the power to help the Lord of Frost recover from his injuries."

A large number of tribesmen went away and began to forge weapons and make molds for war.

...Equally extreme is the War Bear Tribe.

Although they were not in front of Bingfeng, the ancient legends let them know the significance of the throne appearing in the pine forest. They were terrified and panicked, and they all began to join the war.

"We will wait for the order from the Lord of Frost. Before that, we need to unite all the people of Bilki. They are the descendants of the Lord of Frost. They should obey the will of the gods."

The War Bear Tribe began to attack the Violent Bear Tribe.

Arpad Walsh, the leader of the Violent Bear Tribe, was not afraid of the attack from the War Bear Tribe. He gathered his tribesmen to form an army and started a war with the War Bear Tribe on a glacier.

"Arpad, the will of the Frost Lord requires us to unite. Kneel at my feet and we can listen to the will of the Frost Lord together."

Angelo shouted loudly, but a sharp spear was thrown out in response.

"Angelo, Violent Bear is the most noble descendant of the Frost Lord. You should submit to me!"

Neither side can convince the other, and only the outcome of the war will determine who is right or wrong.

For the people here, as long as ten men or strong women can become warriors, a set of leather armor, a shield and a weapon are enough.

So almost eight thousand soldiers gathered on this glacier. Even though most of them were just there to make up the numbers, they still dyed the smooth and clean glacier red in just ten minutes.

The blood flows on the glacier, but is frozen in the cold winter.

Life is dim under the flying snow, but the smell of blood on the battlefield is reluctant to dissipate into the void for a long time.

"This is... a war of faith?"

A true war of faith appeared before Ryan. He looked at the slaughter in front of him in shock. Although he felt sad that these were his future people, it was not something he could stop now.

The scene Brand discovered was so shocking that it even shook their faith in the Frost Lord. All the people felt guilty about it, so they needed to water themselves with blood.

Or perhaps, the news of the possible fall of the Frost Lord was too unacceptable for them. The fall of the gods brought about the collapse of the pyramid of faith. At this moment, apart from war and killing, there was no other way for them to treat the world clearly.

Why do the people of this world respect the gods so much and even believe in the Frost Lord from the bottom of their hearts?
Ryan didn't quite understand, but maybe it was because of the miracles that happened time and time again? For example, in the previous bet between him and the War Bear Tribe, the lightning flashing in the sky represented the Frost Lord's gaze and miracles.

"kill!"

The one who shouted was Angelo, the leader of the War Bear Tribe, who also rushed to the front and fought with the leader of the Violent Bear Tribe. Both of them used all their strength and there was no element of performance.

"Only the War Bear will faithfully carry out the will of the Frost Lord. We are the descendants of the great ones. We will fulfill the ancient promise and follow the Frost Lord until death!"

Angelo's eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, under the extreme pressure brought by the possible death of the god, the blood in his body was boiling, and he actually showed extraordinary means that only the people of the Violent Bear Tribe could do.

Bilki's people followed the great Frost Lord, fought behind him, and died behind him. They followed him from the moment they were born and ended at the moment of their death, and they still followed him.

Angelo was extremely crazy at this moment. He fought desperately. The hand axe fell on his body, leaving hideous traces of flesh and blood on his chest, back and shoulders. But he didn't feel anything at all and attacked madly with the dagger.

He is crazy and warlike, and only blood and pain can make him forget the death of the Frost Lord.

Arpad couldn't do it. He was even still shocked as to why Angelo had the violent bear bloodline. He couldn't forget all the fighting, so he was at a disadvantage.

He kept retreating. Under his feet, there were corpses of warriors from the Violent Bear Tribe. The breathing of the Armored Bear gradually appeared. Finally, his feet were embedded in a bloody ice hole.

There was a large amount of blood accumulated in the ice hole. It had not yet condensed, but it made Arpad unable to move.

"Arpad!"

Angelo gave a low and majestic call like the god of death, with an axe belonging to the Violent Bear Tribe in his hand. He swung the axe down with tremendous force, smashing Apad's head and then the foot that was embedded in the hole.

The terrifying force directly destroyed the surface of the glacier, and hideous white cracks appeared on the glacier. In the subsequent collapse, Apad's body was swept into the deep and still flowing glacier.

Some white fish, perhaps sensing the flow of air, scrambled to flip over in the crack, but were soon drowned by the blood flowing from all directions.

The warriors of the War Bear Tribe had ferocious looks in their eyes, but the killing and death had not stopped. The fleeing soldiers of the Violent Bear Tribe and the warriors of both sides, who were blood-thirsty, were still emitting passion on the glacier that could not be sealed by ice.

However, everything would not end so easily. At the end of the distant sight, the army of the Mad Bear Tribe appeared.

They are the same people as the War Bear Tribe. They know the throne of Ice Peak and too many things, which makes them not afraid of death in war.

"The people of Bilki must unite. Descendants of the War Bear, you must prostrate yourself at the feet of thunder!"

In the void, thunder struck the bloody battlefield like a whip, and then thousands of warriors from the Mad Bear Tribe rushed into this bloody hymn.

Bogerd kicked Stig in front of him away, turned around and rushed towards the army of the Mad Bear Tribe.

Angelo was already exhausted. He was only a leader, not the strongest warrior. At the moment, he was fighting under the protection of a group of warriors to fight against the army of the Mad Bear Tribe. The heavy responsibility could only fall on Bogeld.

Beside Ryan, Brand was ready to make a move. The fighting spirit in him was actually aroused by this war. The invisible atmosphere of war enveloped him.

"The energy and blood of the stag will be fully awakened one day."

Ryan was surprised. The majestic energy and blood brought by the Stag's Blessing were almost all deposited in his body. He didn't expect that Brand's dormant energy and blood would now be awakened.

"Go, let them see the power that belongs to another world."

"Do your will."

Brand put down the visor on his face. The majestic and sacred armor made him strong. The warhorse under him could no longer bear it and slowly stepped forward. After taking a breath, it was already galloping wildly in the snow and ice.

The cavalry rumbled, a power that did not exist in this world. They charged into the most dazzling place of the war. Their lances and iron armor knocked away the soldiers of the Wild Bear Tribe one by one. The blood was a tribute to the armor gleaming in the sun, and dying in battle was the highest respect for this iron cavalry.

Their chapters are written sentence after sentence in history books, the brilliance of life and the glory of blood.

This was the last glory of the entire Birki. One day after the Frost Lord's death, the people still delighted in his gaze in the sunshine and in the snow.

Thunder roared high in the sky. At some point, the sea of ​​clouds above heads disappeared. The blood-red color of the war on the earth reflected the color of the sky. Everyone looked up and watched the rage of the thunder.

They called out the will of the Frost Lord through war, blood, and death.

So they became more crazy and fearless on the battlefield.

There is no way back, war pleases the gods, and death sublimates life.

Bogeld's cold eyes on the battlefield were filled with indomitable spirit and cruelty. In front of the dagger was the ruin of life. The spilled blood splashed on her body, but the girl continued to wave the weapon in her hand unmoved.

Behind her, Volibear roared to the sky. Its voice was the loudest on the battlefield. Its white fur was already covered in blood, and its ferocious appearance seemed to be a shadow against the world behind the girl.

By now, the fighting on the battlefield had ceased to follow the rules of extraordinary versus extraordinary. Dozens or even hundreds of soldiers surrounded Bogurd and the armored bear. In front of the roaring thunder, there were fallen corpses. The flowing blood melted the earth, revealing soil that seemed like it should never be exposed to the snow.

"I will kill you all."

Of the few words the girl could say, she chose the one that carried the most murderous intent, then swung her shield and dagger at the nearest enemy.

"I will kill you all!"

She roared loudly, and the armored bear behind her gave her powerful strength. Stimulated by the blood, more than a dozen soldiers flew out, and the moment they fell heavily to the ground, they were trampled by pairs of feet.

They did not scream, perhaps they had already died while enjoying the different scenery in mid-air.

The thunder struck the girl's body. It was the sharp claws of an armored bear. At the moment of tearing her flesh and blood, the armored bear showed a look of fear. It felt a violent thunder in the girl's body that was far more terrifying than the thunder it felt in itself.

The speed of thunder was faster than the brain of the armored bear. In the scene of torn flesh and blood, the girl grabbed the claws of the armored bear tightly, and then the thunder in her body raged. On the battlefield, a dazzling light illuminated the snow-white world.

When everything was quiet, the armored bear had fallen to the ground, its armor had turned red, and the smell of meat permeated the burning black smoke.

Man and bear, girl and Volibear.

(End of this chapter)