Throne of the North.

Chapter 368 Soul Crystal, the Self-Exiled Wolf King
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The rough wizard tower was as tall as two of Master McKen's wizard towers and consumed more materials. All the magic materials in Ryan's hands were consumed by Wizard Luna.

"For a magician, the sanctuary is the beginning of touching taboos, and I already have my own direction."

Archmage Luna said that she was a little surprised that she might be able to enter the sanctuary faster than Archmage McKen. As she said this, she smiled at Ryan somewhat awkwardly.

Because that would require even greater resource support, including inviting the powerful magicians in this world to communicate in the name of Ryan.

"Speaking of the soul..."

Ryan thought of the two cities in the Gam civilization.

"I recently encountered a spirit with the power to control souls."

Ryan looked at Master Luna and said:

“He is very weak.”

……

Gam, the city of Skala.

The clanging sounds are the miners mining for gold. They are very skilled. Having been mining in the mountain and forest world for so long, they have rich experience. Moreover, in the mountain and forest world, they belong to the frozen land territory and are also professional gold miners.

"What is this!"

Deep in the mine, a miner used a pickaxe to drill through the stone wall. He was shocked to see the underground hollow world with clusters of sparkling things in front of him.

In the broken stone wall cave, dazzling light flickered in the underground space, like crystal, attracting every pair of eyes looking over.

After a long time, the knights came out from outside the mine. They supervised the work of the miners, but the work pressure was not that strong because these people would eventually pass through the plane gate and return to the Frozen Territory. At that time, it would be impossible for these miners to hide the gold and leave.

The knight looked at the glittering and glowing crystals in the gap and his breathing became rapid. His soul was trembling and he almost lost his sanity.

When Ryan got the news and rushed over, it was already evening that day, but in the dim mine, the glowing crystals were still dazzling, illuminating the surrounding environment, making it look like an underground world.

"The power of the soul."

Ryan looked up. He had already guessed the answer.

"Up there, that's the arena of Scala City, right?"

The knight dug out the crystals, and soul crystals of three colors, gray, white, and light gold, were brought out. Ryan took them back to the Frozen Territory and placed them in front of Grand Mage Luna.

Not only Archmage Luna, Archmage McKen and Mr. Rose were there. The three powerful transcendents were staring at the soul crystal in shock.

"How can such pure soul power exist?"

"I can't sense any breath of life on them. They are pure souls."

Archmage Luna controlled three crystals to float in the air, and she was slowly absorbing the soul power in them.

"Those necromancers and liches will go crazy, as will the demons of the abyss."

Master McKen did not do any further research on these soul crystals, but he was very clear that the value of these things was absolutely terrifying.

"This is something made by a god. I don't know what hidden dangers there are."

Ryan said, and after a long time, Archmage Luna opened her eyes and shook her head.

"I can feel that the power of the souls is very pure. They don't have the aura of gods."

“But there are no guarantees.”

Archmage Luna wasn't sure either.

"It's actually very simple. If we kill that god, there will be no hidden dangers."

Rose, who carries hostility towards the great existence, said this. He was a little excited. Perhaps he could practice with this weak god. Such opportunities are definitely rare.

Ryan was also thinking that this matter needed to be put on the agenda.

"If you want to kill Him, then the city must be built as soon as possible."

Before the final war comes, Ryan will never allow the existence of Gam people who believe in gods in the other world. They must all be relocated. The Frozen Territory does not have such a large area for resettlement, so the emergence of Ryan's second city is necessary.

The number of Gam's people even exceeds that of the descendants of Birki Frost Lord. Ryan roughly counted the number and estimated it to be around 110,000.

Such a large number of people entering the frozen land area is a huge pressure for all parties.

Food and production must be planned in advance. When Ryan told this to Etria, his chief consul, the consul almost fought with him to the death.

"At least we have to maintain the balance for a short period of time. When this is over, I will be able to send at least half of these hundreds of thousands of people back. The pressure... shouldn't be that great."

Ryan admitted that as the shopkeeper, he didn't have that many things to take care of. He looked at Etria, who took a long time to give him a result.

"Fifteen days. The production and supplies in the Frozen Territory can only support fifteen days at most. Before that, I need two, no, three times as many sheriffs as reserve."

Fifteen days should be enough. Ryan plans to trade for another batch of food reserves from the neighboring Sera Kingdom. As for the Andara Kingdom, people there have begun to starve to death in recent times, and the impact of the war is far from over.

There are also those chambers of commerce in the south, who have been making a lot of money selling grain recently.

In the city of Skara and the forest city of Tyrael, in order to avoid any further trouble, the mining of gold and silver mines was suspended, and all the miners were working hard to mine those soul crystals.

For this purpose, Grand Mage Luna also produced a large number of resistance potions. If ordinary miners stay around the soul crystal for a long time, their souls will collapse and they must rely on extraordinary powers to fight against it.

The mined soul crystals were sealed in stone boxes and temporarily stored in this world. Ryan could not send them all back to the Frozen Territory. At least he did not intend to let these soul crystals see the light of day before dealing with the hound's spirit.

"I cannot trust the people of Gam yet."

In this world, besides the miners, there are the army, and Ryan needs more manpower.

"It's time to deal with that Egil."

It was the last chance, and Ryan himself couldn't guarantee what choice the wolf king of the wolf pack would make.

"Hopefully, he won't commit suicide."

At the edge of the forest, the moment Llane's army appeared, Egil had already appeared with Fenrir's people. Every look in their eyes was cold and ruthless. Compared with Garm's people, Fenrir's people were natural warriors and seemed to have no fear.

Just like at this moment, as the best hunters and warriors, it might be the best choice for them to stay in the mountains and forests, but just like their leader Egil has a bad temper, Fenrir's people will not fear war at the first moment.

They are cunning, and if the war is not going well, they will choose to return to the mountains and continue the war on their land, lurking like wolves around the enemies that enter the mountains. Ryan knows this very well, so his only choice is to deal with these people of Fenrir in a devastating way, leaving them no time to escape back to the depths of the mountains.

"You failed in the war you initiated, and you refused to accept the war I initiated. This is the third time. I think both of us are ready for everything. This is our last war."

"People of Fenrir, I hope you won't let me down."

Ryan drew out his knight's sword and looked at Egil. He was the wolf king? Ryan wanted them to change the wolf king today.

"attack!"

The Violent War Bear Legion charged, and Egil on the opposite side roared. Wolf howls rose one after another on the snow. Thousands of Fenrir's warriors and thousands of snow wolves charged towards Ryan's legion.

"Tear them apart."

On the side, Brand led the Buck Legion to charge on the snow. The scouts had already explored the land here and there were no traps ahead.

This was a pure war. The wolves and Fenrir's warriors fought with weapons and the extraordinary legion. The wolves were slapped away by bear paws and their waists and abdomens were torn open by sharp claws. Just like conquering the people of Gam, Ryan conquered these people of Fenrir with military force.

From the moment he discovered this world, Ryan brought only war and bloody conquest. The moment two thousand fully armed cavalrymen tore through the battlefield, Fenrir's people and wolves continued to die, lances pierced their flesh and blood, and the knights' swords tore through their thin animal skin defenses.

Faced with enemies that were only three or four times their own number, Ryan's extraordinary army encountered greater pressure than the war with the people of Gam, because these wolves were really using any means to tear open the metal armor of the knights, and Fenrir's warriors also had a fighting will far beyond that of the people of Gam.

If the tens of thousands of soldiers of Garm's people were all civilian soldiers, then the warriors of Fenrir's people at this moment were regular soldiers with rich combat experience. Garm's people had no rules in the war and rushed out all at once.

Fenrir's warriors have a hunting instinct. Wolves never hunt alone. They are like wolves, looking for all opportunities.

Death did not make the remaining wolves fear and tuck their tails between their legs, because the wolf king was still fighting.

His steps were agile and no one could catch Ryan's running. He did not ride on the back of a warhorse, but stepped on the ground. His swift steps made him approach Egil directly, and the long sword in his hand swung out sword flowers. The skills brought by the wilderness gods from Svadifari made Ryan's sword skills superb. He kept falling on Egil, and the sharp sword tore open the opponent's animal skin armor. At the same time, his steps made all of Egil's offensive means fail.

Egil was extremely angry and manic. He was passively taking the beating. Lion's fighting style made it impossible for him to even fight back. Fenrir's people were the best hunters and warriors, but the terrible gap brought by the extraordinary made him feel a desperate gap.

"Are you still not convinced?"

Ryan put away the knight's sword, clenched his fist, and punched Egil.

The dragon's roar resounded in the air. With one punch after another, Ryan smashed Egil deep into the ground. The sunken snow buried Egil.

"Without extraordinary powers, you will never be my opponent."

Ryan stopped, but the battle around him continued. The wolves and Fenrir's people had bloodshot eyes in the war.

Ryan picked up Egil and threw him towards the Fenrir warrior in the distance. The latter fell to the ground unexpectedly. When he woke up, he found that the person who hit him was Egil, who was covered in blood.

"Lord Egil lost?"

The warriors were horrified, and this result quickly spread across the battlefield. Fenrir's people began to retreat. They wanted to return to the mountains and forests, but at this time, Bogurd, who had broken through the battlefield at some point, stood on their retreat route with his violent war bears.

"I told you, you only have three chances."

Ryan looked at Egil, his calm voice tinged with murderous intent.

"This is the third time. You can choose to continue to be unconvinced."

With Llane holding a long sword, Egil can certainly make a choice, but if he refuses, the fourth war between the two sides will begin immediately.

He would not wait for the other party to return to the mountains and forests until the next war between the two sides.

Egil stood up. He was covered in blood and he didn't know how seriously injured he was. Perhaps many of his bones were broken. Ryan did not hold back at all. The power of the peak golden knight made Egil unable to defend himself at all.

"If you win, Fenrir's people will be loyal to you. They will defend your dignity and honor to the death."

"Until—your failure comes."

Egil said in a hoarse voice, he looked at Fenrir's people around him, and under his gaze, everyone knelt down.

When the last warrior knelt down, Fenrir turned around and staggered towards the distant snow-white world, with only three white wolves following him from a distance.

With every step, the swift Fenrir warrior could not leave any trace, and his blood dyed the snow beneath his feet red.

Ryan held a sharp sword in his hand, his fingers kept twitching. He admitted that his previous murderous intention was a bit false, but he was now really considering whether to kill this man.

The lonely wolf king left the wolf pack. He was seriously injured. He would leave all the territories he was familiar with and might die on the way. Just like those losers Ryan saw at the beginning, his body would be eaten by wild beasts. In this world of ice and snow, any food was hard to come by.

"He won't give in."

On the snowy ground, bloody footprints spread far and wide. When Egil completely disappeared in the vast land, Ryan was still unable to make up his mind.

"Am I too soft-hearted?"

Ryan said to himself, he looked up at the sky. It was the first time he saw snow since the day he entered this world.

The flying snow covered the traces of war on the ground. Thousands of people knelt beside Ryan. They were not nostalgic for the self-exiled Wolf King and were waiting for Ryan to judge him.

Ryan also stood there for a long time without saying anything. Everyone was silent in this world of ice and snow. Some people were frozen and fell down. The fierce wind and snow turned everyone into snowmen.

"From now on, I will lead you in life and will also witness your death."

Ryan's voice echoed in the fierce snow. He took out the holy water of the Dawn Church, diluted it in a bucket and asked all the soldiers to take it.

……

The wind and snow obscured his vision. Egil looked ahead, his legs becoming heavier and heavier.

"Fenrir's people, how long has it been since you saw snow? Has the great god also witnessed my weakness and failure?"

Egil murmured. He was no longer manic. The loser would lose everything, but his soul would always be unyielding, just like when he was in the arena in the city of Skala, even the hound god could not shake his soul.

No matter how many failures or hardships he experienced, Egil never complained about the injustice of the world, the disappearance of the gods, or his own weakness.

He is always moving forward.

The exiled wolf kings will also struggle to find food in the snow. Even if they are destined to die alone one day, they will not give up on themselves.

But Egil felt that he was not far from that moment.

Finally, he fell down.

The wind and snow gradually covered him. The three white wolves behind him came here, dug Egil out from the snow, and bit Egil's neck with their sharp fangs.

The white wolf carried Egil's body in its mouth and continued to move forward in the wind and snow. It headed towards the north, which was an even colder world.

After a long time, the other two white wolves behind caught up, their snow-white fur stained with blood. They followed silently behind, having been fighting with unknown beasts before.

The wind and snow brought even colder weather, and in such an environment, the wild beasts could not find food, and their hunger made them turn their attention to each other.

The wind and snow drowned out all the roars of battle and all the smell of blood. One day, under a huge rock, the white wolf was waiting, but it did not wait for the two white wolves to catch up.

It lay on the ground and whimpered for a while, then stood up, letting its blood flow into Egil's mouth. The hair on its front legs had already turned deep red, and then it continued to move forward holding Egil in its mouth.

It was unknown how long had passed before it finally heard the sound of a wolf behind it. It turned around and saw a white wolf carrying the corpse of another white wolf.

Another day passed, and the remaining white wolf no longer appeared.

The white wolf hoped to hear its voice at some point.

"Ouch——"

The white wolf put Egil down and turned around with his hair standing on end.

Pitch-black hungry wolves approached from all directions, their pale green pupils staring cruelly at the food in front of them, until a certain moment, the wolves launched an attack.

The white wolf, which was stronger than them, also met again. In the flying snow, the black and white wolf hair was mixed in the falling snow.

After a long time, the exhausted white wolf continued to move forward with Egil. In the rugged world where even vegetation could not be seen, it experienced one battle after another, until the hungry eyes on this land no longer dared to approach it and could only stare at it from afar, expecting its fall.

In the world of rocks, a crack appeared before the eyes. The white wolf walked in. The wolves behind him hesitated. They did not dare to enter as it would be an offense.

Deep in the crack, it was hard to imagine that the space inside was so warm. A milky white hot spring appeared here, and the white wolf struggled to push Egil's body in.

It lay on the ground tiredly, unwilling to close its eyes. It was waiting, hoping to see any movement in the hot spring. It didn't know whether Egil had died on the way.

It was very tired, which made the White Wolf unable to accurately judge the time. Maybe it was just a short time, or maybe a long time had passed.

However, in its world, time is extremely long, everything in front of it is becoming blurry, and it only has one chance to close its eyes.

The moment it closed its eyes, it never had a chance to wake up again.

"Ouch——"

Outside the crack, countless lone wolves raised their heads and roared.

(End of this chapter)