Throne of the North.

Chapter 761 The two months doesn't mean two months of fighting, it means two months of cleaning.
The great spirit of the stag, Exner's last will, was also shattered.

He has long since died, but as a great being, He may always be resurrected and return in the distant future. However, with the dissipation of His will this time, it means that everything He has been swallowed and absorbed by the ocean of the spirit.

He can never be resurrected and return. Instead, what proves His existence is the former glory of the otherworld as described by the bards, and the new, legendary Brand.

However, Brand is just Brand, not the Spirit of the Buck.

Brand's decision not to become His apostle during those times of losing control of his energy sealed his fate. He would not become the Spirit of the Stag, but rather a pure follower of Ryan.

As Brand bathed in spiritual light, receiving legendary blessings and even greater extraordinary power, every squire knight in the Bucks army also elevated their power once again.

The great being, the spirit of the stag, dissipated, and the final divine gift bestowed upon the squire knights a sacred blessing: the eternally burning flame of life.

Its effects... are terrifying.

The eternally burning flame of life keeps the knights' vitality at its peak, meaning that whether they are toddlers learning to speak or centenarians, the extraordinary power they possess will never be weakened.

It maintains its peak vitality forever.

This is the spirit of the Buck, the only remaining power besides Brand.

The power of the legend silently gathered within Brand's body like a vortex. When he came to his senses, he found that the sky around him had darkened.

Of the 500,000 orcs, countless fled, but the number of those who died here was innumerable, their corpses piled up layer upon layer.

As night fell, tens of thousands of soldiers began to return. Within the fortified defenses, the soldiers who had been 'lucky' enough not to have participated in the battle watched with awe and tension as the army, whose red glow gradually faded, returned. Everyone could feel the overwhelming stench of blood emanating from these tens of thousands of soldiers.

The blessing of the Spirit of the Bucks primarily fell upon Brand, and even the Bucks army was extended to him as well. Finally, the tens of thousands of human soldiers on the battlefield received the blessing.

They were blessed for participating in this final 'sacrifice' to the spirit of the stag. Despite their exhaustion, everyone felt a surge of strength within their bodies. The sick became healthy, the weak became strong, and some even felt that they could give birth to ten or eight big, fat sons when they returned home.

The existence of gods brings faith, and the tens of thousands of soldiers looked at the Bucks' army with a deeper gaze.

"The war has been won!"

The officer beat drums and gongs and blew bugles.

This exciting news spread throughout the entire Andara Kingdom's fortified defenses, and in the kingdom's capital, the king and nobles celebrated all night without sleeping.

Under the cover of night, the human army erupted in cheers, and war resources from the rear were consumed without restraint to reward all the soldiers who had fought in this war.

As night gradually fell, the darkness deepened after being illuminated by the divine light. No one noticed that in the depths of the night, the solitary mountain peak had moved several hundred meters southward.

The warthog, carrying the mountain on its back, opened its blood-red maw under the cover of night and began... to eat.

The sheer number of orc corpses left on this battlefield, not to mention the blood that flowed into rivers and lakes, was like a godsend for the demigod warthog.

This was a sacrifice to that great being, but now that being is completely dead, surely the gods can't punish it for stealing food?
The demigod warthog thought this way: after all, it was too hungry. Every movement it made required a lot of energy. If it didn't want to continue sleeping, it could only replenish its nutrition.

So, under the cover of night, amidst the distant roars and laughter of human armies ablaze with fire, this demigod warthog moved slowly, driven by a single purpose.

I eat eat eat!

Under the cover of darkness, the demigod warthogs roamed with unbridled fury. Moreover, this land contained the primordial power of the gods after their dissipation. While devouring corpses, they also gained income from the primordial power of great beings, which was far more nutritious than the corpses themselves.

However, the demigod warthog still spotted its companions in the darkness.

It seemed to be one of its own kind, perhaps a distant relative, but it could tell that the other was nothing like its own strong and beautiful body; it was just a fat wild boar, and had no right to be related to it at all.

Thinking of this, the demigod warthog became arrogant. What kind of class is this, daring to steal its food?

However, as it drew closer, the demigod warthog sensed the immense aura emanating from the great wild boar—a aura so pure, so full of the essence of divine origin.

Compared to him, the other party's bloodline was as pure as a magnificent silver gem in the night sky, while he himself was just a roadside stone.

The life essence within the other party's body stores the fundamental essence of the gods, while I am like the dregs discarded by the gods.

The difference isn't in physical strength, but in quality.

The demigod warthog immediately stopped being angry. Looking at the big wild boar that was panting and only knowing how to eat, its roars were now filled with a lot of fawning smiles.

We're all relatives.

However, before the idea of ​​claiming kinship could be put into action, the demigod warthog discovered that it had gained another group of companions. These were monstrous elephants whose flesh and blood were inlaid with metal fragments. Their violent emotions were surprisingly calm on this night. They were also trying to devour the remnants of the great beings on this battlefield that had not been completely absorbed by the stag army.

Damn it, these big guys can eat even more than that wild boar. The demigod warthog was really angry because those monstrous elephants were much faster than it.

In the distance, at the edge of night, above the boundary of firelight.

Ryan rode his white warhorse, which shone brightly in the night, alongside Commander Farrell, with Grand Duke Leta and Knight Daryl by his side.

"These corpses don't seem capable of causing a plague. By the way, don't the witches need this food?"

As Ryan spoke, he looked at Grand Duke Leta, who had never shown him a kind look over the years.

“My army consists of witches and demons, humans, not the ghouls you’re thinking of. They drink blood and eat animal flesh.”

It sounds like... there's not much difference.

Ryan didn't say anything; after all, it wasn't his superhuman legion.

"The war here is over. The next step is to clear out the orcs who haven't fled yet. I will send the Andara Kingdom's army to support the Gerald noble territory."

"The orcs in the Kingdom of Sera cannot form a large force, and the Griffin Mountains have cut off the possibility of the orcs gathering into a large army. However, I will drive them away in the coming days."

Ryan told the Kingdom of Coran that the war would be resolved in two months, not the two-month-long war like today's, but rather two months to clean up the land of any remaining threats after the massacre. Of course, none of this is the most important thing.

On this night illuminated by firelight, Ryan opened his spiritual panel and locked onto the spiritual section.

【Spirituality: 821423】

Just a few hours ago, his spiritual balance was only a little over 300,000, the reason being that blessing the werewolves was a huge drain on his spiritual energy, which had troubled Ryan for a while.

The moment Brand became a legend, Ryan's spiritual balance skyrocketed, reaching its current value.

Ryan naturally knew why this surge in spirituality had occurred.

That was the remaining will of the stag spirit. Because of its spirituality, it preserved a certain 'possibility,' which was equivalent to a backup hidden energy. As long as this backup hidden energy had not been depleted, it was possible for it to revive and return.

Now that He has completely vanished and all authority has returned to the spiritual ocean, naturally, this immovable property—the backup hidden energy—has become Ryan's disposable income.

Ryan vaguely remembered how much spiritual blessing he had initially spent on Brand?

One hundred, ten times the expenditure of an ordinary soldier, was enough to make Ryan, whose first pot of gold was only a few hundred, feel the pinch. Even with the various blessings that followed, it still amounted to several hundred.

But now, the return of over a thousand times is arguably Ryan's biggest investment ever.

"We can splurge for a long time again."

Ryan looked at his spiritual balance with satisfaction. Of course, in his perception, the benefits of Brand becoming a legend went beyond this.

There are also aspects related to the spiritual realm.

Brand became a legend, and Ryan, in the name of spirituality, bestowed upon him the gift of legend—an authority. The spiritual authority that Brand possessed was gradually giving back to Ryan's spiritual realm.

Brand's spiritual authority makes the spiritual realm under Lane's control even more complete.

It's important to understand that after Ryan became a legend, his spiritual world was quite empty.

"When my other hero-level followers become legends, my power will be even more complete, right?"

Ryan thought to himself, even now, he could feel his flesh and blood constantly improving, something that was hard to imagine for a legend.

After all, becoming a legend is the end of the extraordinary path; for others, becoming a legend is equivalent to reaching the end of the extraordinary path.

Ryan continued his journey; the legend was just the beginning, just as the mages said, the legend is both the end and the beginning.

The next day, many people realized that the mountain peak seemed to be closer to them, but the demigod warthog had already buried its head in the ground again; the feathered dragon it had eaten years ago had not yet been fully digested.

Nobody cared about it; this land was deserted anyway, so it didn't affect anyone.

On the new day, Ryan, in his capacity as the military councilor of the North, once again issued his command order, sending the army of the Kingdom of Coran and part of the army of the Kingdom of Andara to Gerald's territory to clear out the considerable number of orc troops there. The werewolves had already agreed that they would organize several wars, neither too large nor too small, but the outcome had already been decided during the discussions.

Subsequently, Ryan dispatched the Witchcraft Legion of Grand Duke Leta and the extraordinary legions of the nobles of the Kingdom of Andara, which had been severely damaged in the wars of those years, to the Kingdom of Sera.

"The Griffin Legion will be in the sky, making the orcs nowhere to hide. At the same time, I have also involved Earl Winter's unicorn wolf riders. The terrain of the Griffin Mountains is complex, and human wave tactics will not work, so let's make sure the orcs have nowhere to hide."

"They will become the eyes of this hunt."

Ryan pointed to the dozens of blood eagles in the sky, which were flying much higher than the griffins.

"Within the border between human lands and the northern frontier, no orcs are allowed to harass our lands. In the northern frontier, the various legions need to arrange patrols and regular sweeps to prevent orcs from gathering and forming a large force."

With an unspoken understanding with the werewolves, day after day, all the military reports in the hands of the nobles were filled with words of victory.

This made the nobles, who had endured months of arduous fighting, instinctively want to refute it, but the nobles sent out to find fault could not find any evidence.

Thus, Ryan's prestige continued to grow.

"After the war ends, the various legions will remain on the border to cultivate land."

As his prestige grew, Ryan addressed the noble members of the Northern Military Council in this manner.

"The purpose of land reclamation is to enable the army to have productivity. In this war, we have all benefited from the huge logistical resources, but we should also understand that this puts enormous pressure on the land. We cannot reduce the size of the army because we do not know what dangers are lurking deep in the North."

"Therefore, we need open source to improve productivity on our land."

"It is imperative to reclaim wasteland, plant grains and various crops, and increase the scale of production. Even the army must have the ability to be self-sufficient in peacetime."

"Of course, our goal remains to turn more wasteland into fertile land that can create wealth."

The ratio of cultivated land to wasteland within the nobles' territories was alarming. In this era, vast tracts of land were abandoned, which pained Ryan greatly.

He even went so far as to send elites from the frozen territories to help with the reclamation.

The nobles didn't have any deep thoughts. When they heard that it could create more wealth, they certainly wouldn't refuse. After all, the Kingdom of Andara was currently extremely poor. If it weren't for the support from the Empire, the war would have already caused the kingdom's economy to collapse.

"The army will be stationed in the most dangerous places. They have only one purpose: to hold the line and ensure that the nobles' lives are not in danger even in their own castles."

For half a month, Ryan continuously manipulated the armies in various places, making all the nobles feel that the orcs were already far away from them.

With the clearing of the land and the removal of human guards, large numbers of orcs were only brought out to the public eye from their slave cages. On this vast land, even ordinary people could feel the arrival of a new atmosphere. The struggling orcs, unable to break free, made them realize that the days of fear and dread were over.

"Thank you, Ryan!"

"Long live Ryan!"

(End of this chapter)