Throne of the North.

Chapter 410: Burning the Sunlight of Life, the Price of Power

In the dark ravines, humans carefully carried wooden spikes, which were powerful weapons against werewolves. Many people curled up their limbs because this would help them keep their bodies warm in the cold wind.

Some of them were chanting praises of the greatness of light.

"Do you think the God of Light will really save us slaves?"

A slave asked nervously to his companion who kept praising the light, feeling a little annoyed.

"Yes, the Great Light will grant us eternal sunshine, so that we will never be hungry or cold."

"He doesn't care if we are slaves or not. In the eyes of the gods, we are all believers."

"Lance, you've changed so much."

A man who was also a slave soldier said enviously that since believing in light, his companions' whole spirit and energy have undergone obvious changes. Although they still looked like slaves in appearance, Lance's tone and way of speaking had changed.

"The light will really change us, Gerald. Let us serve the great light together."

Lance said this to his companions who were carrying the wood thorns with him.

"Me? I'm not very good at this. I can't even remember those words. I listen to you reading them every day, but I just can't remember them."

"I'm so stupid."

"It's okay. The Illuminati will accept every sincere servant."

"We will live in the sunshine."

Then the two of them were silent again, doing their own things. Lance was still muttering to himself, and Gerard beside him followed his figure, serving the light like a toddler.

"Have you noticed that the sun is really much warmer?"

"The noble lord did not deceive us. As long as we cross that mountain, there will be warm sunshine and countless food."

"I feel it, I feel it, the sunlight is very bright and warm."

Lance rushed out of the ravine and opened his arms, not to embrace the sun, because he was a servant of light and was not qualified. He stretched out his arms because he needed to worship the great light, and also because he saw traces of a werewolf in his field of vision.

The human actually ran out of the gutter, and the werewolf rushed over excitedly, growling at the human, trying to see fear of him on the human's face.

But no, the human's expression was fanatically serving the sun above his head, and then he actually attacked him with a spear in his hand.

"Stupid, weak humans."

The werewolf felt bored. Such ordinary humans were too weak. Only human knights could be his opponents. As for such weak mortals, he could kill three with one claw.

But the next moment, the werewolf opened his eyes wide, looking in disbelief at the spear that pierced his heart. It was as if it was made of hot steel just taken out of a blacksmith's furnace.

How was this possible? His chest and hair, hard skin and bones, which he was so proud of, did not pose any obstacle.

"The Light will guide me to victory, and we are all servants of the Light. The werewolves are the evil obstacles that stand in the way of our faith."

Lance whispered feverishly, the spear in his hand growing hotter and hotter but he felt nothing.

"Praise the light!"

With a roar, Lance kicked the tall werewolf away, and the latter died in this private hunt. Lance turned around and looked at the pairs of shocked, unbelieving and fanatical eyes in the cold ravine behind him.

"Praise the great and immortal light. His sunshine will guide us to drive out the evil orcs and let us take back the warm sunshine that belongs to us!"

"We no longer need to fear the cold north! We will have unlimited warmth and unlimited food. Kill these orcs and we will take back our faith!"

Lance roared loudly, his body bathed in the sunlight, actually emitting a hazy glow. The slave soldiers who saw this scene couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and then struggled to climb out of the gloomy trench.

Under the sunshine, these slave soldiers no longer huddled their bodies. Instead, they could feel more warmth as they stretched out their bodies. The sunshine above their heads was brighter, deeper and brighter than any other day before.

Among this army of tens of thousands of slaves, there were many devout believers in light. At this moment, under the inexplicable power of the sunlight, they climbed out of the trenches with their companions. Their spontaneous actions seemed to be in unison.

Ryan had to admit that his control over this army was not enough to make this slave army perform certain actions in a uniform manner.

The God of Light did it.

Ryan stood high on Thundercloud Mountain, looking at the human soldiers moving like ants on the battlefield below, feeling a little unbelievable.

“The light actually responded. Is His gaze so cheap?”

Ryan couldn't understand why this great being, even the Church of the Dawn, had to make repeated efforts and serve again and again before it could get a response from the Lord of the Dawn. But now, the Lord of the Dawn, who had changed his name, the God of Light, was responding to His believers so casually.

It even took the initiative to provide warm sunshine to dispel the coldness in them.

This is a miracle, not so magnificent, but a miracle that moistens everything silently.

Such miracles are the most terrifying, because everyone can feel the power of miracles personally, rather than the illusory and majestic magnificence floating in the sky.

However, this miracle does not seem to be over yet.

The sunlight became brighter and more dazzling, and also warmer, dispelling the coldness from the soldiers. Even the cold wind from the north could not blow them down. As humans who served the light crawled out of the trenches one by one, they all attacked the werewolves at the same time.

"The evil werewolves will be judged by the light. Kill them and we will enjoy the warm sunshine alone."

"Praise the light!!"

The spear pierced into the werewolf's body, and the mad werewolf slapped the human away, but the human quickly got up with only a little blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

On Thundercloud Mountain, Ryan frowned.

"This is not normal."

Believing in light gives the soldiers a strong belief to be fearless and courageous, gives them hope to fight for, and enables them to persist in living.

These beliefs can make them less afraid when facing werewolves and allow them to bravely raise their weapons.

However, having courage and having strength are two different things.

Mortals, especially slaves who do not have enough food and nutrition, cannot be opponents of werewolves. They are inferior to werewolves in strength, speed, and all other physical qualities.

But now, humans are fighting back and have achieved amazing results. This is unreasonable and should not happen.

"They shouldn't be this powerful, but if it happens, there must be a reason."

"The God of Light gave them power?"

"The power of the gods is beyond the ability of mortals to bear, and the power of light is not so cheap that it will be bestowed on so many people on a large scale."

"Any explosion of power comes at a price."

Ryan quickly came to the camp at the foot of the mountain.

"These soldiers, what's wrong with you? Why let them attack?" The knights saw Ryan coming and felt that they had found their backbone. Faced with Ryan's questioning, the knights didn't know how to explain.

Faced with miracles and the arrival of the power of the gods, the knights did not dare to stop it.

Do they really want to go against the gods?
“This is my soldier.”

Ryan snorted coldly and led his knights and attendants to the trench battlefield in front. Tall war horses were running on the battlefield, in the same direction as the soldiers guided by the light. Humans were actually chasing werewolves.

The God of Light gave the soldiers endless courage and faith, but most importantly, He gave these slave soldiers the power to confront and kill the orcs head-on.

The offensive and defensive situation changed, and thousands of human soldiers rushed out of the trenches and killed the werewolves. The angry and violent werewolves did not care, and with their howls, they kept calling on the werewolves around them to kill the humans.

"Don't let the werewolves gather, defeat them!"

Ryan commanded the cavalry to charge towards the werewolf army in front. The number of werewolves was not too large, but neither the human army nor the werewolves knew how to deploy their troops. Once the two sides collided with each other in a mess, the war would be extremely cruel.

Ryan had reason to believe that under the influence of light, these soldiers would not retreat at all. Similarly, once the bloodthirsty and wild werewolves became bloodthirsty, the two sides would fight a war to the death.

"The vitality of these people is being consumed rapidly."

Rose's voice came to Ryan's ears. After coming to the Frozen Territory, the latter had close contact with the two life magicians, and her unique vision could see many things.

"By burning your life force, you can make your physique stronger and stronger enough to fight against werewolves. Sunlight is the medium that allows humans to explode their potential for the next few decades in a short period of time, and possess extremely powerful strength."

"But if that's the case... they won't live long."

Ryan said that with this large army, the final outcome was almost certain, but the process was still unsatisfactory.

"It is hard to judge whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, but the question now is why the God of Light did this."

"He is lawful and just. He will not devour human life and soul without reason. There must be a reason why He bestowed the miracle and blessing upon us."

Ryan looked ahead. On the battlefield, werewolves one after another howled, and then their bodies swelled up and turned into majestic werewolves like bears. There was no wisdom or reason in their eyes. They were just wild beasts rushing towards humans, like a chariot, sweeping away all obstacles in front of them.

"Stop him."

Ryan gave the order, and a squad of servants rushed out from behind him. The ten cavalrymen charged towards the werewolf head-on. The moment their lances hit the werewolf as strong as a bear, the faces of the two servants changed slightly. They felt a huge obstacle, and then a terrible force reverberated from the werewolf's flesh and blood like a rolling wave, directly lifting the two closest servants high up with their lances.

The warhorse neighed and ran to the side, while two servants were thrown heavily to the ground in mid-air.

"What a terrifying power!"

Eight knights rushed over from all around, with their swords drawn, and kept slashing at the werewolves. However, the strong wind and power brought by each swing of the werewolves' claws made these already unusual stag servants extremely alert.

"It's 'Gag'. The blood of this werewolf has been sublimated and he has become a werewolf of the Gag clan."

"In other words, the 'Gager' clan we saw before only has a name, but this werewolf truly possesses the powerful power contained in the blood of the Gager clan."

“Maybe, the reason has been found.”

Why would the God of Light so easily favor His believers on this battlefield? It was not because these slave soldiers were so pious. The only one who could attract the attention of the God of Light was another deity.

The great existence served by the werewolf bloodline changed, which attracted the attention of the God of Light. They looked at each other, and the power spread across the battlefield of both sides in this land.

Perhaps, it was just a tiny ripple that caused such drastic changes on the battlefield.

Among the werewolf army, some werewolves' hair turned snow-white, and then they turned into the white wind on the battlefield, rushing to every corner of the battlefield, constantly attacking and killing humans from the dark. This is the werewolf bloodline of the Earl clan.

Similarly, Draco and even the werewolves of the Suno clan, who were said to be immortal, also appeared on the battlefield. Human weapons had little effect on them, but the sharp edges of light forced the werewolves to avoid them.

But these werewolves became so powerful that their attacks caused the humans to fall to the ground and fly dozens of meters away, but they still failed to kill the slave soldiers.

Shrouded in the faint sunlight, hazy and shining, the human soldiers were defeated and knocked away again and again, but they stood up again and again, praising the light and attacking the powerful werewolf again.

Their vitality for the next few decades is the confidence they have in facing the werewolves at this moment, but no one knows how long this confidence can last.

Ryan didn't plan to continue reading.

"Kill those werewolves whose bloodline has been sublimated."

Without suitable weapons, even human soldiers bathed in light would find it difficult to cause significant damage to the werewolves of those clans. In the end, the arrival of knights was still needed. The sharp swords would tear open the defenses of the werewolves of the Draco clan, and the armor would defend against the attacks of the Earl clan and the Gag clan. When facing the werewolves of the Suno clan, they would chop off their heads as well.

"Werewolves are honored by their blood."

"Then let your blood flow."

Ryan slashed down with his sword, and the fire dragon swallowed the sky, dividing the battlefield into two. The cavalry behind him kept shuttling back and forth on the battlefield. They would never allow all the werewolves to gather together.

Those werewolves whose bloodlines were sublimated like wild beasts had no extra emotions in the war, but the remaining ordinary werewolves could not hold on. They looked at these immortal humans as if they were monsters. These humans were more werewolves than them, and the wounds on their bodies could heal in an instant.

Werewolves would also avoid the attack, and some of them even retreated because they had heard the king's call not long ago, asking them to go to another battlefield.

Watching the large number of werewolves leave, Ryan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If it were any other time, he would definitely lead the army to hunt them down, but now, the condition of the soldiers made Ryan worried.

"Stop attacking!"

Ryan rode his warhorse quickly to the front of the battlefield and stood in front of the humans. Looking at his appearance, the soldiers also lowered their heads.

"Lord Ryan, we must kill those evil werewolves and offer them as sacrifices to the great light. May it bless our victory and grant us more sunshine, so that we will no longer fear the cold of the north and the land that does not grow food."

Ryan looked at these soldiers. The power of light actually gave them the courage to talk to him. You know, when they saw him before, they were trembling and kneeling on the ground.

"I am the commander of the army. Are you questioning my decision?"

Ryan's cold voice echoed in the air, and the soldiers looked at each other. They followed the guidance of the gods to rush out of the trenches and kill the evil orcs, but now Baron Ryan ordered them to stop the attack.

"War has its own way of war."

The soldiers lowered their heads. They followed the guidance of the light, but they did not dare to resist the noble commander who had led them to fight against the werewolves from the very beginning.

Finally, the faint light on some of the soldiers at the front dimmed. Without the blessing of sunlight, the soldiers felt the chill brought by the winter in the north.

To some extent, the Lord of Dawn and the God of Light are the most suitable gods for human beings to believe in, because His power often does not have absolutely bad consequences, and can even really help humans recuperate.

Unlike Surtur of Twilight, who would turn his believers into followers of Twilight at any time, that kind of change was irreversible and extremely barbaric.

"Go back and hold the line, and prepare to defend against the next attack by the werewolves."

Ryan had sharp eyes and noticed that some soldiers had white hair on their heads. However, he was obviously very young, just a teenager. In such a short war, he had lost most of his vitality and would not be able to live for more than a few years.

Ryan was a little worried. If the battle just now continued for another hour, the human side would lose most of its manpower.

Looking back at the direction the werewolves retreated, although he asked the soldiers to prepare for defense, he felt that his plan had been successful.

It is highly unlikely that the werewolves will attack Thundercloud County.

(End of this chapter)