Throne of the North.

Chapter 39: Brand's Power

Hearing Harrington Clayton's voice, Ryan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He spent months working hard, but the wealth he had was not even half of the value of this team.

Is this the terrifying wealth that the most powerful noble families in the empire can possess?

Ryan believed that these things were possessed by every baron from the Clayton family, and they were able to surpass 90% of the barons in the empire, but to the entire Clayton Earl family, they were insignificant.

With these things, no matter how corrupt and wasteful a baron is, when he dies, the barony will still be a powerful barony and it is impossible for it to decline.

Something worth two hundred thousand gold coins was placed in front of Ryan, but Ryan was not very excited.

He will be able to get these things on his own sooner or later.

But I have to say that relying on oneself takes a lot of time, and it is different from appearing in front of oneself immediately now.

And when he saw these things, Ryan knew that his status had changed.

Not only in the aristocratic circles of the empire, but also in the aristocratic circles of the Northern Province.

Because these things appeared in Baron Ryan's territory, it meant that Earl Clayton, who had returned to the empire, accepted the outcome that the nobles of the empire had forced upon him the credit for his crimes before he came back.

He traveled thousands of miles to the north, destroyed a tribe of mammoth people, and brought back divine merit, a baronship, and the baronship of the Borean Province. Earl Clayton was not going to care about it.

Then, Ryan Clayton, who was originally an ordinary and ignored son of Earl Clayton, now had a completely different status at this moment.

He is not just a baron, but the baron has made tremendous contributions.

Thinking of this, Ryan suddenly raised his head and smiled, looking at the bright sunshine.

He would tell the nobles that this baron would be the most wrong decision in their political struggle.

……

Harrington Clayton was a little shocked, not only him, but also the four other Claytons next to him.

Before coming, they knew that Ryan Clayton was the least known of the Earl's dozen children, and his territory, the Frozen Territory, was the northernmost frontier of the empire. In the north, it was covered by the cold winter and snow, and there was no room for development at all.

They had already prepared for the worst. After all, in the Clayton family, no one dared to refute the Earl, let alone those of them who only had the surname Clayton but were only the Earl's servants.

But it seems that the development of this frozen land is much better than they imagined.

Moreover, the training ground where the military camp is located is made of the best wood. The iron hooves of the Highland war horses and the horse farms used are also made of carefully selected soil, rather than just a random piece of land that would cause the horses to suffer serious wear and tear. Also, the iron tools used for training are obviously made with great care and should be products that are strictly supervised.

What surprised Harrington most was the suit of iron armor hanging in the middle of the wall.

The armor was more refined than the ones he wore. With the perspective of his aristocratic family education, he could tell the location of each joint. It was made up of multiple parts, which allowed the knight's joints to be more flexible during combat. There was also a chain mail inner armor at the chest that was like a fine fishing net. While ensuring defense, it did not cause the feeling of chest tightness and oppression that other armor could bring.

The knight's heart is the most active, and this design is more suitable for the knight than any other armor.

As for the helmet, it left a small cross-shaped gap on the visor, which made Harrington feel awe the moment he saw the armor.

It was as if a majestic and solemn knight was standing in front of him.

"There shouldn't be many armors like this."

Harrington said with some alarm.

"Of course not much. Ten blacksmiths worked together for a whole month and a half, and they only made this one."

Suddenly, a sound came from behind. Harrington and his men turned around abruptly. They didn't notice it. Brand crossed his arms and looked at Harrington and his men.

"The Lord said that you will be the commanders of my soldiers from now on. I want to see what you are capable of."

"what?"

Harrington's face flushed when he heard Brand's voice. He came to the Tundra Territory, but he couldn't become the supreme commander of the army under the command of the baron of the Clayton family?
In an instant, the humiliation and the knight's dignity were unbearable for him, and he drew the long sword from his waist.

"I want to fight you to the death!"

"Forget about the life-and-death fight. You are Clayton, and the Lord will definitely not want you to die."

Brand walked outside and said, "Among the five of you, if any one of you can beat me, the position of legion leader will be yours."

On Rhino Horn Mountain, Ryan looked with interest at the battle in the military camp below the mountain that was being watched by the 150 soldiers who had just arrived.

"Do you think they can win?"

Old Beard and Little Beard both stood behind Ryan. The old butler smiled but said nothing, but Little Beard was a little hesitant.

"Mr. Harrington and the others are all knights trained by the Clayton family, and they also practice the Flame Dragon Knight Breathing Technique. They shouldn't lose, right?"

He didn't even know where that Brand came from.

"is it?"

Ryan said with a smile, his eyes fixed on the battle below.

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"Come!"

The spirit of the stag roared, and the bloody fighting spirit in Brand's body boiled. He was not afraid at all of the fiery red fighting spirit that looked like a raging flame. He smashed towards Harrington with his fists with great force.

The fire dragon breathes, and the light breath comes out from Harrington's mouth and nose. It is a breath and also sounds like the dragon's breath.

His skin was dull and shiny, and he was not afraid of a pair of flesh and blood fists, let alone a large metal shield.

The two huge forces collided with each other, and both of them were a little surprised. Brand was surprised that someone could have the same strength as himself, but Harrington was different.

He was shocked that Brand's strength was the same as his own.

You know, the Flame Dragon Knight's breathing method has the ultimate goal of forging the knight into a humanoid dragon.

The guy in front of me, whose origins I don’t know, is actually as good as me.

The next moment, Harrington realized he was wrong.

Because the next moment, he found that Brand retreated more than ten meters, and then rushed towards him with a loud roar. At that moment, he seemed to see a ferocious stag charging towards him, which was not the appearance of a grazing deer at all.

The world was spinning and Harrington was helped up from the ground. Everyone was looking at Brand, who was standing in the distance with his blood boiling and furious, in shock.

Is it the Deer Spirit Breathing Method that is so strong? Ryan thinks not, but Brand himself is so strong.

If any other knight who practiced the Deer Spirit Breathing Technique came over, he would definitely not be a match for Harrington.

"As expected of my guardian knight."

(End of this chapter)