Throne of the North.

Chapter 534: The Knight's Charge Tramples on Glory and Honor
The order reached the North Wind Province.

The emperor issued an order, and the loyal nobles had no right to refuse.

"When this war is over, Baron Ryan, your reputation and prestige will become even more dazzling."

Viscount Miles said enviously that when he was in the Imperial Capital, he was a nobody and wanted to beg the nobles for help, but with Ryan, the nobles in the Imperial Capital would take the initiative to mention him.

Viscount Miles was right. This was undoubtedly a huge opportunity. If he seized it, he would be able to completely enter the circle of southern aristocrats.

But Ryan thought a lot. He thought about the emperor's idea of ​​adding chips to the scale. He also thought about the elector Volvo's idea of ​​using this method to once again show goodwill and win him over. He also thought about what the nobles saw, that Meyers and the elector were in cahoots.

In the same way that Chrysostom thought that war would be dangerous, Ryan thought the same thing.

Legends, eight legends, griffins, dragons, witches, gargoyles and crusaders, five powerful extraordinary legions. If such an extraordinary war were to really break out, it would be more than just dangerous.

The nobles may think that as commanders of war they don't have to do anything, but that is not the case. If they really want to win by commanding the war, it is impossible without taking risks.

Taking risks means danger.

Someone wanted to kill him, and it was most likely Meyers, and Ryan had not forgotten it.

Ryan had to participate in this war again. Just as the nobles of the North Wind Province were afraid of the consequences of confronting Baron Ryan, Ryan was also helpless against the emperor's orders. The empire was very powerful, and Ryan did not want to become the opposite of this empire.

"So...how do we participate in this war?"

Ryan was thinking about the war that had broken out in the kingdom. This time, he couldn't call Daryl to his side to protect him, and he didn't have a second dose of divine bone potion to invite a legend to follow him.

He knew very well what the war there was like, but what did he have?

He owns the Bucks.

……

The wind in the wilderness seems a little warm and dry because of the arrival of summer. The sky is clear and blue. Under the blue sky and white clouds is a majestic painting of mountains and rivers. In this extraordinary world, even the dust is so spiritual.

Ryan was in the sky, looking down at the land beneath his feet. It was different from looking down from an airplane. The whole world was like a huge mirror hitting his eyes. The scene was shocking.

Of course, it would be nice if the griffin's wings didn't bring feathers from time to time, and if Master Brock next to him didn't complain all the time.

"I can't help it. Your griffin is the only one in the entire frozen land that can help me avoid the war in the kingdom."

Ryan waved his hand. He understood Brock's feelings. Recently, Master Brock was studying the forging of legendary weapons and equipment. Ryan felt that this matter was very important, but for the sake of his own means, he had to let Master Brock down.

"Although you are a blacksmith, as my follower, you will inevitably enter the war in the future. I am letting you learn from a close distance."

"Don't underestimate me. I won't teach any nobles who want to learn from me."

Ryan said with a smile, the wind from the sky filled his mouth with fur.

"This griffin has been molting quite frequently recently."

Ryan complained, too.

"I fed it a lot of dragon blood and dragon bone powder to speed up its growth. Of course it will molt."

Master Brock said, and then he picked up the hammer and wanted to hit everything.

Fortunately, the towering mountains were far away, and what came into view was the wilderness below. Ryan even saw groups of zebras and buffaloes running wildly on the grass, with lions chasing them.

"This is the plain between the hills and the [woodlands], the eastern side of the empire, the only passage connecting to the southern lands."

When the griffin landed, the surrounding beasts were afraid of the majesty of this monster. What's more, the griffin itself was ferocious. For a moment, a large number of wild beasts stayed away.

Ryan stepped on the grass. He couldn't help but envy the soft land. He wished he could occupy this place someday.

Beside him, the door to the plane opened and Broklaw walked in. Not long after, Brand came out leading a warhorse, followed by more and more stag servants.

Half an hour later, two thousand five hundred fully armed knights stood behind Ryan, and those beasts in the distance...now not even a shadow could be seen.

"Tsk tsk, this method of transporting troops is really convenient and fast. I'm afraid no one can imagine that my army has already arrived here?"

Ryan laughed. This was the solution he came up with after thinking for a long time. Use the plane gate to bring the army to the other end of the war.

As for how to win a war? Who says winning a war depends on directly participating in the war?

"How can we decide the outcome of the war between the Kingdom and Dawn while we are here?"

Brock was a man who couldn't hide his thoughts, so he asked directly.

Ryan looked at the grassland and took a deep breath.

"This time, we will let the nobles of this world see what the multifaceted nature of war is."

"I want to teach them a good lesson."

"Let them remember what Ryan Military is."

After saying this, Ryan will come over and answer Brock's questions.

"The Gerald noble territory is divided into two earls, the Dark Eyes and the Golden Eyes. The Dark Eyes Earldom has 420 knights, and the Golden Eyes Earldom has 485 knights."

"Nearly a thousand knights led the army led by nobles and fought against the minotaurs and kobolds for two years in front of the North."

"The two earldoms are already burdened with supporting these knights. The arrival of the orc war has doubled the pressure they bear, and the resources they need to consume are also squeezed out bit by bit."

"After a few years, how many noble territories are left?"

"But at this time, they didn't even have time to rest. They declared war on the Andara Kingdom. Not only did the knights bring with them the serf army, but they also had the Crucifixion Army, a large group of people who consumed resources."

"One after another, the Earldom has already lost all the food and weapons that could be squeezed out of the land."

"This war is for Dawn. Gerald's only solution is to ask the nobles in the southern lands and the Dawn Church for it."

“Only in this way can they hold out in this war that cannot be ended quickly but is gradually falling into a stalemate and a continuous war of attrition.”

"It's not even just Gerald, it's the same in the Kingdom of Sera."

"War requires supplies, soldiers need food, and victory requires solid and powerful logistics."

"This war is not just about people, it's about money and wealth."

Ryan pulled the whip and pointed at the vast green grassland in front of him.

"And this is one of the only two passages."

"As for the only other one, it's of course North Wind Avenue, but it's impossible there, isn't it?"

"So this is the only place to transport supplies to the war in the north. All their baggage will pass through here."

Ryan looked at Brock, then his eyes fell on the Griffin.

"We have to tire this little guy out. Who is it that this guy is the only one in our territory that has the ability to detect objects?"

The griffin spread its wings and roared. The next moment, it became the only dark shadow in the sky, hovering above the sky.

"I wonder when I will be able to find sky-type units like the Griffin in my alternate world?"

Ryan had long envied McReynolds's Griffin Corps.

……

The Earldom of Gerald, the castle of Earl Mo Tong.

Count Zeton Gerald looked at the southern sky with a sad face.

"Damn it, where did all that food go?"

"Our food can only sustain us for ten days at most. After ten days, the Crusaders will probably overturn my castle in anger."

He sighed, then looked at the butler helplessly.

“Is there really no food left?”

The Earl sighed, and the butler's expression was as bitter as if he had eaten shit.

"There is nothing we can do, sir. Our soldiers have searched the territory three times and taken out everything edible. This is really all that is left. In addition, the wheat has been harvested early this year. This autumn, you may not be able to store a single grain of food in your warehouse."

The housekeeper even looked a little desperate. Their food shortage was not a recent occurrence. It had been there since the war with the orcs in the north a few years ago. Those damn orcs had been eyeing the human farmland. "According to the letter you wrote to the south, the supplies shipped north should be arriving soon. You are fighting for the faith of the Dawn. The Lord of the Dawn will not deceive you."

The butler knelt on the ground and trembled. He knew the current situation in the territory better than anyone else. The food could sustain the army for a few days, but the serfs in the earl's territory had been starving for who knows how long. Death? He didn't even dare to tell the earl how many people died this week.

Count Mo Tong did not blame his butler. He knew the other party's loyalty. He also understood that it was not only himself who faced this problem, but also his uncle Mei Lan, Count Gerald with Golden Eyes.

He had more knights, and his land was closer to the north. They had already been asking for supplies from the south to the north, fearing that the coming war would overwhelm the earldom.

Zeton couldn't help but look at this world. Gerald had maintained the tradition for thousands of years, the system of knights and kings. Was it really wrong? Was it really backward?
If my father saw the earldom now, he would probably be so angry that he would fly down from the kingdom of dawn and beat me up, right?

When will the food arrive?

……

"It seems that this is the food sent to the north to supply the war."

Standing on a hillside, Ryan, riding on the back of the Winter Warhorse, basked in the sun and looked at the endless convoy stretching across the distant grassland.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that our Pope has also put a lot of effort into this war and arranged so many supplies."

"He is determined to win the war."

Ryan laughed.

"If all human resources were used for development, the world would have long been free from hunger and cold. It is because they have wasted too many resources on meaningless wars and deaths that the North is terrified of them."

“I’m going to get them back on track.”

"For the development of human civilization and to fight against the cold winter in the north, let us devoutly praise the morning light and thank the Lord for his gift to us."

Ryan prayed devoutly for ten minutes. Unfortunately, during such a long period of time, the baggage train did not notice Ryan's location or take any precautions.

After finishing the prayer, Ryan drew out the knight's sword. The sound of metal scratching against the scabbard was so harsh and sharp, yet so pleasant to the ear.

"Put up the flag!"

He shouted loudly, and behind him, densely packed flags with the outline of Rhino Horn Mountain printed on them fluttered one after another, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. They fluttered above the wilderness, like the loudest sound of a horn.

"attack!!!"

The moment the sword pointed, two thousand five hundred knights and attendants raised their heads, with pairs of blazing eyes revealed under their cold deer-shaped visors. At this moment, they drew their swords, and two thousand five hundred knights' swords touched the metal scabbards, tearing apart the peace and tranquility of the sky in unison.

The knight looked up and the horse lowered its head.

The iron hooves stepped restlessly on the fragrant soil, then faster and faster, faster and faster, they were like a torrent, they were like the god of death, instantly submerging the grassland world under the golden sunlight.

A black torrent appeared at the edge of the world, approaching their team at an unimaginable speed.

At this moment, the people in the baggage train of the southern nobles finally discovered the black cavalry that came from the edge of the world and was so close.

"Kill them all!"

Under the mithril armor full of cracks and scratches, Ryan burst out with cold orders, and the cold knight's sword turned into the scythe of the god of death in an instant. The slaves who were standing there in a daze, not to mention resisting, and even didn't know how to react were beheaded in a pool of their own blood.

The Bucks Legion poured down like a flood, their iron hooves trampled the earth with a deafening roar, and wherever they passed, mud splashed in the air, and the turned up soil fell to the ground, flooding the ground with blood like a river.

The sky was surging, rejoicing in the rhythm of war; the earth was deep, drinking the blood of life; the wild wind in the void was growing stronger and stronger, following behind the army, whistling and encouraging them; the scorching sun above also joined in, depicting the cruel and cold glory with its brilliant golden light, and dragging a long and narrow shadow across the earth.

This war had only one victim, and that was the lives that were lost. Facing the galloping Northern war horses, no one had the speed or chance to escape or hide. The land in front was so flat that no depressions or bumps could be seen.

The beautiful terrain also rejects the prayers of all lives that have lost their dignity and want to survive.

"kill!"

There is no tradition of not being killed if one kneels before a knight, only whether the nobles' will is followed.

Ryan stepped on the blood. He wanted to remember this feeling. He had to be vigilant at all times so that the dragon's will would not have any influence on him.

Around him, the soldiers silently and joyfully sent the supplies gathered from the many nobles in the southern lands to another world, waiting for the return of their lord, and then brought them to the foot of the Rhinoceros Horn Mountain covered by wind and snow.

……

One day, two days, three days.

During these days, the herbivores on the flat grassland enjoyed a rare moment of peace, while the ferocious beasts also lay in the afternoon sun, watching their stored food running away without any reaction.

They are full.

As a result, not a single grain of food appeared in front of them in the Gerald Noble Territory and the Serra Kingdom.

The eyes of the two Earls Gerald were completely red, and they stared at the soldiers they sent out.

"Where's the food?!!!"

"Where's the food?"

The Earl's voice had become a little hoarse, because the war continued and the food supply had run out. The Crusaders came to inquire, and their own knights and serf troops were all hungry.

It won’t be long, tomorrow, just tomorrow when a new war breaks out, the army of the Andara Kingdom will find that their enemies have loose muscles and no strength!
and so……

"Where's the food?"

In the former creek, now on the rift battlefield, Pastor Yawen also looked at Gerald's knights with a cold expression.

Legends also need to eat, and without food they will starve to death.

This is a fundamental truth, but now looking at the empty barrels of food, no one can laugh.

Tomorrow without food soon arrived, just as the count had thought. The soldiers who had not eaten in the morning grumbled to themselves, their cheeks drooped, their cheeks were secreting fluid crazily, and their eyes were extremely turbid.

Their fighting power dropped infinitely due to their desire to fight.

Therefore, death is closer to them than ever before.

"Where's the food?"

The Crusaders, none of them are easy to mess with. They fear the judgment of the dawn, but that doesn't mean they are kind-hearted. Their bloodthirsty eyes are about to devour Gerald's men alive.

In fact, many extremely vicious people have already done so. The appearance of the ogres has completely defeated the war. They have already invaded the land of the Andara Kingdom, but at this moment they are taking the initiative to give up every inch of land.

"kill!!!"

“Kill them!!!”

A new war broke out. Gerald's army, which had no fighting power, kept retreating. Pastor Alvin could no longer sit still because the gargoyle count was staring at him again.

"Damn it, where are the things sent by the Holy Mountain?"

He was puzzled, because logically those things should have been delivered along with the food.

"No one is allowed to retreat. Followers of the Dawn must serve our Lord with their lives!"

Priest Yawen released a large number of divine arts, which could make the soldiers forget about hunger. The effect was quite good and immediate. After the combat effectiveness was slowly improved, they began to fight back and forth with the kingdom's army.

but……

The earth rumbled, and behind Gerald's army and the Cross Redemption Army, there was a roar that was familiar to many people. It was the strong majesty brought by the resonance of the same frequency of the iron hooves of the war horses.

Gerald has a cavalry army?
The answer is of course obvious. The flag of Rhino Horn Mountain appeared high up. Baron Ryan, clad in mithril armor, lifted his visor and smiled at the fierce fighting on the battlefield in the distance.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time. You all don't have much time."

"So...you guys continue?"

After Ryan finished speaking, he leaned slightly to the side and took over from Brand next to him... a freshly roasted animal leg, spices from the Xiangshan Plain, and a gulp of clear beer.

It’s hard to say whether it tastes good or not, but the action of tearing the food apart at that moment——

It smells so fucking good.

The soldiers were in despair. The magic made them forget their hunger, but their bodies' instincts caused saliva to flow from the corners of their mouths, instantly wetting their lapels.

(End of this chapter)