Throne of the North.

Chapter 357: The Brave Guild, the Beginning of Changing the World

When Michaela and his soldiers arrived here, there was only blood and dried corpses on the ground.

He punched the tree trunk next to him in anger, and the snow fell down.

"Damn werewolf."

"Report the news here to His Excellency the Baron."

On Rhino Horn Mountain, Ryan received news from the north that the werewolves had discovered the location of the Tundra Territory, but he was not thinking about the orcs now.

Looking at the many mountains in the north, Ryan couldn't help but think:
“Are these mountains really impossible to level?”

This is a terrible idea, and if it were spread, it might be considered blasphemy because only gods could create the world.

But this "big bowl" of the Frozen Territory is no longer enough to satisfy Ryan. He wants to make his territory larger and expand further. Even the North Territory cannot resist Master Ryan's ambition.

To a noble lord, distant enclaves, such as the farmland in Thundercloud County and the City of Dawn within the kingdom, are merely his assets.

Only the frozen land area centered on Rhino Horn Mountain can be called an asset.

The difference between valuable and priceless is that other lands can be gained or lost through the exchange of interests, but only the frozen land under your feet cannot be desecrated in any way.

The North is an uninhabited land. Ryan is a pioneer nobleman, and any land he occupies will belong to him personally.

"Where's Mr. Rose?"

Ryan asked, and the female officer behind him told him the answer.

"Mr. Rose is currently in the mountain forest world. He is looking for a satisfactory iron mine."

"Tell him to come see me when he gets back."

Putting aside the thoughts in his mind, Ryan returned to the current dilemma. Orcs were constantly appearing, and he had to think of a way to defend the frozen land territory.

……

First Watchtower.

This place is three thousand meters away from Rhino Horn Mountain in a straight line, and it is also the farthest tentacle that the Frozen Territory currently extends to the north.

With the frequent appearance of orcs, several wooden houses have been built here as camps where patrolling soldiers can rest.

"Good afternoon Valdi, glad to see you guys back alive."

The soldiers in the camp looked at the group of people returning from outside with a smile. The ten soldiers who returned to the camp also breathed a sigh of relief. The leader, Vardy, looked at the others who were about to leave.

"I hope you all come back alive."

"Hahaha, I definitely will."

The soldiers took turns patrolling and gradually disappeared into the mountains.

"Our goal is not to kill the orcs, but to let them know that this is human territory, the territory of the Frozen Territory."

"Let the orcs know that if they enter here they will die."

"Also, remember, you are not allowed to let any wild wolf go, no matter if it is a wild beast or a demon beast. The insidious and cunning werewolves will seize every opportunity to kill you."

"set off!"

After the centurion finished speaking, he led the soldiers into an unfamiliar foothill. There had been no traces of human beings here for many years. Everything was so primitive, but these things were buried under the snow, leaving only white covering it.

Shortly after patrolling, the soldiers discovered movement ahead. Branches fell from a high altitude and hit the snow.

"who!"

Shifu shouted loudly, and his fighting spirit covered the surface of his body, staring closely at the front.

During this period, many soldiers have died while patrolling. Every living person needs to be alert to all movements in the cold northern world.

A burly bear came out, and the soldiers finally felt relieved.

"Are you guys going on patrol too?"

The centurion asked, and the person who appeared in front was an armored bear warrior.

On the armored bear's back, the warrior nodded.

"We were assigned here as extra troops, but unfortunately the Baron did not allow us to leave the hunting range, otherwise we would have gone to hunt werewolves long ago."

The armored bear warrior was a little unhappy. He had been searching for a long time but couldn't find any trace of orcs. He only saw a few monsters fighting.

Hearing this, the centurion couldn't help but feel envious. The combination of armored bear warriors allowed them to deal with one or even three or five werewolves without being at a disadvantage, but their patrol soldiers, a whole team together, would most likely be helpless against a single werewolf.

This is not an unreserved fight between the two sides on the battlefield, but a hunt in a mountain environment that is unfamiliar to both sides, and any factor can affect the outcome of the battle.

The armored bears thrive here, and the patrolling soldiers are trembling with fear.

"When facing werewolves, seven or eight people together can only guarantee the most basic safety. The only warriors who can hunt werewolves in such an environment are warriors who are more fierce and cunning than werewolves."

The armored bear warrior left proudly. He was right. If there were too many people, the werewolves' keen sense of smell, hearing and vision would allow them to avoid them in advance and they would never appear in front of humans.

The vast mountains and plains in front of them could hide any werewolf. Without hundreds of thousands of troops, it would be impossible to find the werewolf who wanted to hide.

But if there are fewer people, such as the previous patrol of five people, the werewolves can use their advantages to kill humans little by little.

If humans want to return to their camp, the distance is at least several hundred meters. These hundreds of meters are the hunting time for werewolves. They can retreat calmly or attack at will.

Defensive counterattack is the only option, which places high demands on the individual.

For example, only knights can directly confront werewolf attacks, but the knights of the Tundra Territory are all in the Stag Legion and the Violent War Bear Legion. They need to protect the safety of the Tundra Territory and the Baron. The number of knights sent to patrol the border here is small and cannot cover this vast world at all.

A line of soldiers walked by, and in the dark gap beside them, a pair of eyes watched these humans passing by.

The wolf licked its claws, with consideration revealed in its cunning eyes. It was wondering whether or not to attack these soldiers. A patrol team of ten people was still too many, and it might fail.

A wolf howl was heard in the distance. The werewolf turned his head and understood the meaning: a werewolf invited him to hunt the huge armored bear.

"What brains can a beast have?"

The werewolf growled, disappeared from the spot, and quickly ran towards its destination.

……

"Damn orcs, I finally found you."

In the snow, the armored bear slapped a wild wolf away with one slap. The wolf beast turned into a werewolf in mid-air, vomited blood and fell in the snow.

The armored bear warrior was about to walk towards the werewolf with a dagger in hand, but the next moment, werewolves pounced on him from the surrounding snow. Their sharp claws tried to tear through the armored bear's defense, and their fangs bit towards the armored bear's neck.

However, the werewolf underestimated the alertness of the armored bear. When he found that he could not avoid all the attacks for the first time, the armored bear protected his vital points. His claws fell on the armor on his body. The armored bear warrior on its back stabbed a werewolf into the body with a sword. The wolf beast that turned into a werewolf howled and wanted to fight back, but was blocked by a shield.

"come!"

The warriors laughed, and the armored bear stood up and roared on the mountain top, charging towards the orcs who had turned into werewolves.

Enormous strength is the best way to restrain a werewolf. An armored bear can withstand the attacks of a werewolf, but if a werewolf is hit by the bear's paw, he will whimper and spit out blood.

Gradually, the werewolves began to retreat, leaving behind the bodies of five werewolves in the snow.

"Come back!"

The armored bear warrior roared unwillingly. He could not outrun the werewolf, and the armored bear was also roaring. The bloody wounds all over its body made its blood violent, and he did not enjoy the fight at all.

The werewolves went away. There were dozens of similar attacks in this foothills, and finally all gathered on Rhino Horn Mountain.

"These orcs...didn't form an army?"

Ryan looked at the intelligence in his hand with some surprise. He didn't understand why these werewolves and black goat orcs did not form a large-scale military offensive, but instead harassed in small groups.

“Perhaps, this is not a military operation?”

If it was a large-scale military war involving orcs, why did it turn out like this?

Thousands of werewolves rushed over, and Ryan thought that even if he could win, it would be a miserable victory, and the Frozen Territory would be beaten back to the state it was in last year.

But now, the maximum number of werewolves attacking his soldiers was only twenty-five at a time, and they did not seem to have much communication with other werewolves.

"If that's the case, the pressure will be much less."

Ryan spoke, already having an immature idea in mind.

……

Lingdu City.

The place was decorated with lights and muscular men were running down the street beating gongs, attracting many eyes to the quaint building.

It was originally the residence of a baron noble, but now it is the property of Baron Ryan. It has been transformed and is no longer a private territory. "The Guild of the Brave of the North."

The shop owner who could read read it out and told others what the stone building was used for.

"What is this place? Is this the residence of the hero?"

The world at the bottom never tires of stories about heroes and brave men.

These doubts were expressed, and the bard standing at the door of the Hero's Guild shouted loudly.

"There are no heroes in the North, but each of us can become a new hero!"

"The Northern Brave Guild was built by Lord Baron Ryan to help anyone who wants to become a brave man. Here, everyone has the potential to become a brave man, maybe you, maybe me. One day in the future, we will step on the corpses of giant dragons and become great dragon knights!"

The bard spoke loudly, causing the people watching the excitement to cheer and want to be part of it.

But life doesn't allow it for now.

However, the next words the bard said made people look eager and restless.

"Lord Baron Ryan said that anyone, anyone, whether you are a slave or a commoner, a knight or a noble, anyone who kills orcs and brings back their heads will get a gold coin!"

"Yes, you heard it right, it's a gold coin!"

"As long as you register as an adventurer here, the heads of the orcs you kill can be measured in gold coins!"

"There is no price or money to pay. The Northern Brave Guild will reward you with gold coins."

Someone heard the word gold coins and became eager, asking:
"Can anyone do it? Can anyone who is not a citizen of the Frozen Territory do it? Do they need to pledge allegiance to Lord Baron Ryan?"

"unnecessary."

The bard said decisively:
"You are still the subjects of the nobles in your territory. Lord Baron Ryan will not take any money from you, nor will he force you to pledge allegiance."

People became a little anxious.

"Then how can I register to become your adventurer?"

The bard held up a book, which was open to reveal blank pages.

"You don't need to make any promises. Just come to me and tell me your names. I will record your names. When the time comes, after you kill the orcs and get their heads, you can exchange them for gold coins from me!"

The crowd moved forward and some raised their hands.

"My name is Gavin, and I want to be a hero."

The bard wrote down his name, including where he was from, so that the identity of the adventurer could be more accurately recorded.

After all, in the lower class world, it is common for many people to use the same name.

"Congratulations Gavin, now you are an adventurer in the North."

The bard finished his words with a smile, and then said loudly to the people outside:

"The bard will sing the story of every brave man, bringing their stories to faraway places, where they will be praised by countless people."

"If you become true heroes in the future, the honorable Baron Ryan will give you one million gold coins for free!"

"Maybe one day, you will become a powerful hero, and then you will be able to get one million gold coins. Yes, one million gold coins!"

"That's Lord Baron Ryan's praise for the brave man. The brave man deserves the love of the nobles!"

The one million gold coins mentioned by the bard completely detonated Lingdu City. Although no one saw it, everyone seemed to have seen the day when they would get one million gold coins.

"One million gold coins..."

Some were excited, some were confused.

"Can the Baron afford so many gold coins?"

"Nonsense, that's Baron Ryan. I heard that he has a manor in the Andara Kingdom with 10 million gold coins."

"I heard it was a city, and the whole city was filled with Baron Ryan's gold coins."

No one doubted Baron Ryan's ability to pay anymore.

"Within three days, anyone can become an adventurer, but after three days, the Hero Guild will verify the abilities of others before the registration can be completed."

"Lord Baron Ryan hopes that you can become heroes, and does not want to see you go to the North to die."

"The Baron is so kind."

People praised.

Frozen collar.

The lady-in-waiting, the Viscountess, came to Ryan and handed him a thick book.

"A total of 930 people became adventurers of the Northern Brave Guild."

After saying that, the Viscountess couldn't help but feel curious. The Hero's Guild seemed to be something that had never existed before.

"A werewolf head can be rewarded with one gold coin. Isn't this too high?"

She was worried that this would cause Ryan's wealth to disappear completely.

"High? That means it's right. The higher the price, the more it will attract adventurers."

"But in this case, your gold coins will be given to them for nothing."

The female official said this. She didn't want Ryan's money to be given to those peasants, or people outside the Frozen Territory.

"deliver?"

“Free things are the most expensive.”

Ryan grabbed the female official and moved his big hands around.

"I will give them wealth for free, but these adventurers will also bring me huge wealth."

"Why?"

The female official opened her eyes wide, her face flushed, and she was a little confused.

"We'll see."

Ryan didn't look at the list given by the female official. Nine hundred and thirty registered adventurers?
There are probably nine hundred people in there, and only one name will remain on it in their entire lives.

What Ryan really wants to attract are not these slaves and civilians, because the power of this world is in the hands of the nobles.

How could those who have the ability to hunt werewolves go to the North to hunt without the permission of the nobles behind them?

Everyone knows that a gold coin will be given to the warrior who kills the orc, but not many people would think that half of the gold coin will be broken into pieces and given to the noble, and the remaining half may have to be broken again.

Is one gold coin too much? In Ryan's opinion, it was too little, but the reason he was unwilling to give more was that in this world, sometimes giving too much would arouse suspicion.

Giving ten gold coins, most people would not believe how the noble lord could be so kind. Is he giving out money?
A gold coin was just enough to flatter them.

"This is a bounty. In Lingdu City, those chambers of commerce will bring this bounty to many places."

"People come to Zero Crossing City. They are wealth."

The Viscountess was pressed down on the table, but she was still curious.

"But they are all subjects of the nobility. Can they really come to Lingdu City?"

"Hey, I used to think so too, but later I found out that the extraordinary people in this world have considerable freedom and they can make some requests to the nobles."

Some nobles in the south didn't even mind sending some of their knights out for trials, because that would leave them with a fortune, and after the knights grew up, they would still return to their territories.

Some nobles, such as a baron, might thus obtain a golden knight.

For the nobles in the southern lands where there is no war, this is also a way for them to entertain themselves.

"And the key point is... the nobles will allow them to come here."

Ryan's eyes revealed a deep look. The world was changing. A hundred years ago, the nobles would hardly leave their territories. They would stay in their territories for their entire lives. There was almost no communication between territories, like two countries.

The pan-dimensional war of gods accelerated the pace of civilization. The nobles began to move around, and the movement of population was no longer a rare thing. However, people did not even realize that the world today was different from before.

Then it wouldn’t be a big deal if the world made some more changes.

The long history is measured in thousands of years. In the eyes of Ryan, who has different memories, the world has used a hundred years to slowly change the nobles' cognition, which is already very slow.

(End of this chapter)