Throne of the North.

Chapter 361 Black Wolf and White Wolf, Hound and Fighter

On the ice and snowy land, as the human army advanced, more and more evil wolves followed them.

Pairs of greedy eyes stared at this walking food, and in the army, every knight and squire had blood on their bodies. They had been attacked five times in the two or three thousand meters they had walked.

As long as these wolves are still alive, they will not stop attacking them. No matter who is stronger or weaker, the wolves will attack madly. They will only retreat when a large number of them die and their physical strength is exhausted, and then follow humans from a distance.

The wolves were very agile, and in this ice and snow, their agility made it difficult for the soldiers to chase them out easily. Under this land, there were many traps for heavy "prey" like them.

"I can chase them away."

Archmage McKen said that his magic could disperse the wolves, but Ryan rejected the offer.

"No, their existence can help us observe the world."

"Oh?"

"look."

Ryan pointed to the wolves behind him and said:
"Their speed has slowed down, and they are farther away from us."

"They are alerting us to the direction we are heading. What is there?"

Ryan looked forward, the endless world was white, but the wolves behind him were getting farther and farther away, until more than a hundred meters later, a wild wolf finally stopped following him and ran away with a few leaps.

Gradually, fewer and fewer wild wolves followed behind.

The last twenty or so wild wolves were also hesitant. They looked around and saw that there were not many of their companions left. Finally, they gave up unwillingly.

"Ouch——"

With a wolf howl, the last of the wolf pack began to retreat, but at the moment they retreated, snowflakes splashed into the sky under the white snow, and dozens of white wolves opened their bloody mouths and bit towards the wild wolves.

The sudden attack caught the wolves off guard. They were unable to dodge and were pierced in the throat by the sharp fangs. The wolves fell one by one amid splattering blood.

Ryan raised his hand, and the army stopped to defend the surroundings. After killing those wild wolves, dozens of white wolves also surrounded the human army, looking at the tall war horses greedily.

"Ouch——"

The white wolf raised its head and howled, and then the high-pitched wolf howls in the sky rose one after another, from far to near, more and more white wolves appeared here, surrounding Ryan and the army from all directions.

"It seems that this is their territory."

The previous wolf packs were led by black wolves, who were obviously wary of the fact that this was the territory of the white wolves.

The white wolves trampled on the snow but left no obvious footprints. Their bodies seemed to be lighter than expected, and they approached the human army little by little.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, a horn sounded in the distance.

The long sound of a horn pierced the silent sky. Dozens of humans covered in animal skins arrived, followed by a dozen white wolves.

The huge wolf pack scattered and disappeared into the snow in an instant. Their snow-white fur made them perfectly adapted to the environment.

Dozens of warriors stared at Ryan and his men vigilantly. They were sure that they were not from the hostile tribe, but they did not understand their intentions.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

A man in wolf skin, holding a spear, stared at Ryan closely.

"We are the mage's companions, traveling in this world."

Ryan said this, which surprised the wolfskin man a little but also made him less hostile.

"Followers of the magician? We haven't had people like you here for many years."

He didn't seem surprised at all by the humans coming from another world.

Even an invitation was made.

"Do you dare to visit our village?"

"Oh? Why not?"

Ryan said that this was the first time an indigenous person asked him if he dared.

"You are very courageous."

The man named Lamont said this while looking at the tall warhorse under Ryan, and then he let out a wolf howl. The dozen white wolves behind him also disappeared into the wilderness, leaving only humans leading Ryan and his men forward.

"Don't go the wrong way. There are many traps under the snow. I don't want you to die here and be avenged by the magician."

Lamont led the way, and finally, the group arrived at a village.

"You guys wait here first, we need to go in and report to the fighting warrior master first."

Lamont let two people into the village, and Ryan was a little surprised and asked:
"Aren't you considered a warrior?"

Lamont shook his head and said:
"I'm just a villager, not a fighter yet."

As he said this, he stroked the wolf skin on his body, feeling a little envious and unwilling.

Soon, the two people who had left came back and allowed Ryan and his men to enter the village.

The moment he crossed the fence and entered the village, Ryan heard crazy and cruel roars. He looked at the houses. In front of each house, there was a huge cage, and in the cage was a hideous-looking... wolf?

"Wang Wang!!!"

"dog?"

Ryan was surprised that in this world full of wolves, the appearance of dogs didn't seem to be so exceptional.

"They're not dogs, they're hounds."

Lamont said.

Ryan understood, and seemed to be about the same, then asked:

"Are you using them to fight the wolf attacks outside?"

"Do not."

Lamont shook his head and took Ryan to the most luxurious house in the village. It was a stone house, the only stone house.

"We keep them so that we can kill them one day and sacrifice their souls."

Lamont gave an answer that Ryan couldn't understand, and he turned to look at the knowledgeable Master McKen.

"Some ancient tribes used the most primitive methods to serve the gods and gain power. Usually these primitive humans had totems on them."

After Master McKen finished speaking, he looked at the people in front of him with curiosity. These people had no totems on them and looked very clean.

A burly man over two meters tall walked out of the stone house. He was wearing a bear skin and stared at Ryan and his men like a wild beast.

"Welcome to my village."

Lamont respectfully handed a horn to the burly man in front of him, then stood aside.

"You guys, are you here to bring me food?"

The strong man named Bjorn looked at the horses under Ryan greedily, wishing he could kill and eat them on the spot.

Ryan turned his head and looked at Lamont and asked again.

"Will the most powerful warrior among you become the master of the village?"

When Ryan saw the burly man coming out, there were several women in the stone house.

"You are right. The most powerful fighter will possess all the wealth of a village, including them."

It was Bjorn who answered Ryan, and as he finished speaking, Ryan nodded, his voice colder.

"Bogard."

Volibear roared and rushed out with the girl. The terrifying force instantly pressed down. Bogurd with a cold look in his eyes slashed at Bjorn with a sword and a shield in his hand.

The long sword drew a hideous bloody mark on the chest of the bear-skinned man. The man raised his head angrily, staring at Bogurd in front of him. At the moment when Volibear's bear claws fell, a roar came from his throat, and then... he turned into a grizzly bear and also bit Volibear.

Volibear was also so frightened by the scene in front of him that his claws were a beat too slow and were bitten on the shoulder by the grizzly bear.

The intense pain made Volibear completely furious, and he slapped the grizzly bear's head with his claws. His greater strength than the grizzly bear gave him the upper hand. When the grizzly bear was forced to dodge, Bogurd on his back slashed his sword at the bear's neck.

Blood gushed out, and the grizzly bear fell to the ground, turning into the appearance of Bjorn. He fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief, but he did not die immediately.

Dozens of villagers around them rushed towards Ryan and his men.

Brand kicked Lamont away and yelled:
"That's your rule."

"You are not fighters."

Lamont said through gritted teeth, then stood up and was about to launch another attack.

"He's dead." Bogurd returned to the group, where Volibear was still fiddling with Bjorn. The dying human body could not survive his torment.

The surrounding villagers looked at each other in bewilderment. Some were still attacking, but were quickly taken down by the knights' squires.

"Only fighters can claim this village."

Lamont said loudly, and Ryan looked at the other villagers around him. They all had the same look in their eyes. Even if he killed the man in front of him who could transform into a bear, he still couldn't get their approval.

"So, how can one become a fighter?"

"Go to the arena in Skala and survive."

"Devour the soul of your enemy and kill a beast."

The villagers replied, looking at Bjorn's lifeless body, it was obvious that this was how the man before them was born.

"It's a bit troublesome."

Ryan shook his head. He was not very interested in such an extraordinary path. In fact, such an extraordinary path was no longer approaching the direction of a knight. It was more like a druid.

Yes, druids, Ryan suddenly thought of this ethnic group, they can also transform into ferocious beasts.

The only difference from the druids is that the methods used in this world are more cruel and bloody.

"It seems that you have to choose another fighter."

Ryan's words made the eyes of the surrounding villagers shine, and then Ryan looked at Lamont.

"Would you like to become a fighter? If you can answer some of my questions, I can help you."

Lamont raised his head, his purple face showing eagerness.

"What do you want to know?"

"Let's start with the fighters."

……

"The fighter is a power bestowed upon us by the great gods. According to legend, when our ancestors faced increasingly difficult living conditions, the great gods transformed themselves into hunting dogs and came to their tribe."

"The hound that the spirit turned into killed everyone he saw. Villages and cities were decimated until he was at the edge of Garm, which is the name of our world, and he met a warrior."

"The warrior killed the hound that the god had transformed into, and he was satisfied and gave a part of his soul to the original fighter."

"From that time on, every citizen of Gam can obtain the extraordinary fire from the soul of the hound."

Ryan understood something when he heard this. This was like the seed of life of a knight. The apprentice knight would go through years of unremitting training and practice breathing techniques to condense the seed of life in his heart. Then he could become a formal knight and completely embark on the extraordinary path of a knight.

However, the extraordinary fire of the people here comes from gods and hunting dogs.

"Every month, the city of Scala, which is closest to us, will open its arena. On that day, humans who are ready will kill their own hounds, let their souls possess their own souls, and enter the arena."

"There, if you kill all your opponents and survive, and devour your opponents' souls, you will be sublimated and become a powerful fighter."

"Every fighter will turn into a beast?"

Ryan said, pointing at the body not far away.

"No, after becoming a fighter, you need to go into the wilderness, hunt powerful beasts, and wear their fur on your body to gain their power."

"Among the people who enter the arena, only one out of ten can survive, and among the fighters who survive, only five out of ten can return alive in the wilderness."

Five out of a hundred people survived? Ryan was surprised. This was the cruelest alternate dimension he had ever encountered.

Even the natives of the mountain world who eat raw meat and drink blood are not so bloodthirsty.

The scene when we first met seemed to have found the source.

"Maybe I know why the magic factor in this world is not active anymore."

Master McKen said this with a serious expression.

"Magic, monsters."

He gave a hint, and Ryan understood it instantly.

Yes, the people who believe in the hound faith hunt powerful beasts and wear their fur on their bodies, thus gaining great strength. The corpse Bjorn on the ground is no weaker than a regular knight in strength. After turning into a grizzly bear, he is comparable to a bronze knight. In terms of strength, he surpasses the bronze knight because he is a grizzly bear.

What if it was a Warcraft? If they gained the power of a Warcraft, the second level would be comparable to a silver knight.

At level three and level four, they are gold and sky knights. If they can kill the dragon, can they become dragons?
Ryan thought so, not sure if it would work, but at least, Warcraft would make them stronger.

Archmage McKeon looked at Lamont.

"Is the god you serve still alive?"

"Of course it still exists!"

Lamont's voice grew louder.

"The Great Spirit watches eternally over His people and His world."

"Last month in the Skala Arena, the adults who became gladiators were blessed by the gods to devour the souls of their enemies."

Lamont said that only the power of the gods could make them true fighters, and miracles would appear in the arena every month.

This sentence made Ryan feel a little horrified.

What the hell? When he came to this world, the last boss he had to defeat was a god?
Unlike the previous world, there are living gods in this alien world, and they are watching over this world.

"Skala is a city in the south, on a barren mountain. To the north, there is a Tyrael Forest City, standing in the forest."

"population……"

Faced with Ryan's question, Lamont was also a little confused.

Although this world has the light of civilization, things like mathematics are still a luxury.

"There are many more people there than in our village. I went there once and it was packed with people."

This village has at most two or three hundred people, and those two cities probably don’t have that many either.

What Lamont knew was a world centered on these two cities. In his memory, there seemed to be no such thing as the North.

"Are your hunting dogs captured and domesticated from those wolf packs outside?"

When Ryan came to this world, he saw wolves and humans.

He also had doubts about those wolves.

"Those wolves outside?"

Lamont's voice was a little testy.

"Those damn wolves are not our hunting dogs. The hunting dogs are given by the gods. They are predators. They plunder the wild vegetables and mushrooms that we have worked so hard to grow in the snow. They also kill our hunting dogs and even eat human flesh and blood."

"But I saw wolves following behind you earlier."

Ryan said and Lamont shook his head.

"They are different. I am talking about the black wolves. Although the white wolves also hunt, they have a good relationship with humans. We will give them some food, and they will guide us to where we can grow more mushrooms."

But at last Lamont began:
"We have the right to travel in the White Wolf's territory. As long as we don't provoke them, nothing will happen."

Ryan looked at the snow-white wolf skin on Lamont's body. Obviously, this relationship was not as easy as it sounded.

As if noticing Ryan's gaze, Lamont quickly said:

"I snatched this from the Fenrir people. Three months ago, they invaded our territory. I killed an enemy and mixed up his wolf skin."

The animal skins that the fighters wear are those they hunted themselves, but other people wearing animal skins will not turn them into ferocious beasts.

Ryan interrupted him.

"Fenrir people? Aren't you all citizens of Gam's world?"

Lamont thought about it, then shook his head.

"No, we are the people of Garm, but they are the people of Fenrir."

"Don't tell me these are the names of two different worlds."

“These are the names of two worlds.”

Lamont said, nodding dumbly.

(End of this chapter)