Throne of the North.

Chapter 282 Conquering the Conspiracy
Relying on the Flying Wolf Cavalry alone, they probably can't bring back many people, but there are still Ryan's knights and squires on the ground.

No matter how ferocious the natives of the Grey Eagle tribe were, they dared not come out to attack.

"My lord the baron."

Luke lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed. Their Flying Wolf Cavalry almost suffered heavy losses.

"It doesn't matter. It seems that the Grey Eagle Tribe can only think of other ways."

"My Lord Baron, please let me go again. There will be no problem this time."

"That won't do. If any of you dies, I will have to pay a lot of money."

Ryan smiled, then asked the soldier next to him to take out the gold coins and give them to Luke.

"Take it back to Lord Hora. This is the reward I promised him."

Under the majesty of the nobles, Captain Luke left with the Flying Wolf Cavalry, but Ryan did not leave.

He put away his smile and picked up the animal bow on the horse's back.

The full bow shot at the moon, and the feathered arrow streaked across the sky, nailing a native with a terrified face to the wall.

The surrounding natives gathered over in panic, only to be shocked to find that the arrow had just pierced through the gold ring hanging on the native's ear. The latter did not dare to move for fear that his ear would be torn off.

Eagle, the leader of the Grey Eagle tribe, came here, took off the feather arrow, then carefully came to the edge of the cave and looked down.

Then he saw Ryan waving at him, as if he had something to say.

"I'll go find him."

"That's not possible, Chief!"

"The invaders from other worlds are treacherous and cunning. What if he tricked you into coming here?"

"The eagle looked at the sturdy young man beside him and pointed over there."

"If I die, my son will be the new leader of the tribe."

For a moment, the eyes of many natives flickered. Obviously, they preferred a leader who relied on fists to defeat the enemy.

Anyway, after these words were spoken, no one stopped the eagle from leaving.

"Noble from another world, why did you ask me to come here?"

The eagle stood not far from Ryan and looked over vigilantly.

"You are smarter than I thought. It seems that you surrendered after being smoked last time not because of fear."

Ryan looked at the sturdy man in front of him. No matter what tribe the indigenous people were from, the leader was always the strongest.

"So, you guys plan on staying in these holes forever?"

Eagle didn't quite understand what Ryan meant. The Grey Eagle tribe hunted alert flying beasts, so naturally they had to find ways to use tools. Over time, it was not surprising that they were smarter than other indigenous tribes.

But it's also limited.

"What on earth do you want to say?"

Eagle asked, a little impatient.

"I mean, you guys really aren't going to go out?"

"Nobles from another world, don't try to deceive me. If I leave here and go to your world, I will be your slave."

"Those without power will become slaves, just like in your tribe, those who cannot hunt will be thrown away."

Ryan pointed to a large field of bones in the distance.

"Slaves are treated better than these people, and your strength won't make you a slave."

"I won't be deceived by you. The Grey Eagle Tribe will never leave this world."

"Until death?"

"It is death."

The eagle raised its head, like a proud eagle.

"Then you're relieved. You won't live for more than a few days."

Ryan laughed and pointed to the bare mountain with no soil and a few trees under his feet.

“There used to be trees here, right?”

"Even if you don't know the reason, you know one thing: the snowstorm from the north is spreading towards your tribe."

"I can tell you that it is because of the invasion from the North that there are no trees here."

"In one or two years, the wind and snow will submerge the place where your tribe is located."

"When this advantage is gone, where are you going to go?"

"People from other tribes say that you like to wear brightly colored bird feathers. What's the real reason? Is it because you are afraid of the cold?"

"You live so high up, and there's such a cold wind every day, why don't you try to wear more clothes?"

The eagle fell silent. He didn't know what to say, but it was a fact that it was getting colder and colder, and so were their feather clothes.

They live too high up, and there are no trees to block the cold wind from the north. People die every year if they don't wear more clothes.

This was the experience accumulated over the previous winters, but it was now revealed by Ryan in one sentence.

"Even if we have to migrate, we won't go to another world. The warriors of the Grey Eagle Tribe are the strongest. We can go and grab the territory."

"We can survive."

"Rob?"

"You think you are powerful?"

Ryan said meaningfully, then looked behind him, at a native of the Green Lion Tribe.

"I?"

The native was not very smart. He pointed at himself with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"That's you!"

A knight pushed him out. Master Ryan's orders must be carried out as quickly as possible. Why are you standing there?
"You fight him."

"He is just an ordinary warrior of the Green Lion Tribe, and you should also know the leader of the Green Lion Tribe, right?"

Jiu naturally knew all the leaders, so the stupid guy in front of him must be just a member of the tribe.

"Beat him and I'll leave now."

After saying that, Ryan looked at the warriors of the Blue Lion Tribe again.

"If you defeat him, I can satisfy one of your conditions."

"real?!"

The native was surprised, and the way he looked at the eagle changed. The next moment, he pounced out like a lion.

The moment he moved, the eagle's expression changed. It was too fast!

boom!
The palm and fist landed on Eagle's body at the same time. Eagle had no time to react and was knocked away. The sound of broken bones in his chest calmed him down, but facing the enemy rushing towards him, he didn't know how to resist.

How could it be... so powerful?
As the fist covered his field of vision, Eagle thought to himself:

Brand appeared in front of the eagle and grasped the fist of the Green Lion tribe warrior.

"you win."

After saying that, Brand looked in the other direction, where the warriors of the Grey Eagle tribe had already climbed down from an unknown route.

"I won!?"

The native was surprised and returned to Ryan.

"I want the power to defeat the leader."

Ryan smiled and looked at the natives.

"Do you know why he got such powerful strength?"

"I know, because he helped you dig up a lot of gold..."

"Shut up!"

Ryan took a deep breath and kicked forward.

"Because he eats a lot of meat, understand? He eats a lot of meat! That's why he's stronger than you."

"Ah? Is that so?"

"Do you really think I am a god who can make anyone powerful as I wish?"

"Ah? Isn't it?"

Ryan loosened his clenched fist and told the attendant beside him, "Give him ten kilograms of monster food."

He likes children who tell the truth.

He looked back at the eagle and the Grey Eagle tribe warriors who had picked up their weapons and surrounded him.

"You said you can seize territory from other tribes?"

"Perhaps you have changed your mind now. You won't be able to seize any territory, and your tribe will freeze to death here."

"You won't get any more results by yourself, but I can give you more choices."

"Would you like to have this kind of power?"

Ryan stretched out his fingers, and a faint light flickered at his fingertips. The power of the deer spirit's blessing descended into the eagle's body. With each stronger breath, the bones in the eagle's chest actually recovered.

He stretched out his hand, crushed a piece of stone beside him, and looked at his hands in shock.

What followed was an intense feeling of hunger, a terrible hunger that made him dizzy. At this moment, a piece of black bacon was thrown to him.

"Eat."

After eating and drinking, the eagle finally woke up and looked at Ryan with its mouth wide open.

"God!"

"Hmm~"

Ryan thought for a moment, blinked, and then said:

"Yes, I am a god."

The eagle stood there in a daze, and then reacted the next moment.

"You are lying to me, noble from another world."

"I'm lying to you? Can your own power also lie to you?"

Ryan kicked it, and the eagle reacted, but was still kicked out by a force stronger than that of the Green Lion Tribe warrior before.

But this time, he was not injured.

"It's different after entering the extraordinary world."

Ryan was a little amazed. The natives of this world were simply born warriors. No wonder Count Weiss could easily gather thousands of barbarian warriors.

"I...you..."

The eagle opened his mouth for a long time but didn't know what to say.

"If you stay here, you will surely die, but you can pay me some reward in exchange for leaving this dying world safely."

"The choice is in your hands, but let me make it clear first, if you don't want to, you may not necessarily be the leader of your tribe."

Two hours.

Nearly two hundred Grey Eagle tribe warriors were lying on the ground in front of this bare stone, and the blood was flowing so much that it hurt Ryan just looking at it.

"We will pay you, noble from another world, what do you want?"

The wounded eagle stood in front of Ryan. He was indeed the smartest leader among the indigenous tribes and made a choice faster than the Blue Lion tribe.

"Your people will be relocated to my territory and obey my orders."

"You can get compensation from me for all your efforts."

"This is the price I pay for helping you leave."

The eagle and the group of natives were confused. What the hell? You have to pay us for following your orders. Who is paying whom? It's hard to understand.

Ryan reacted and looked at the eagle standing motionless in front of him, and changed his words.

"I will take you away from this world of death, and from now on I will be the lord above your leader!"

Oh, I see.

Eagle looked at Ryan, then looked at the tribesmen behind him and nodded.

"We'll listen to you from now on."

"Ah."

Let’s talk about the future later, Ryan asked, looking at the eagle.

"Where do you get all that gum you have in the barrel?"

……

The gravel rolled under his feet, and even though he was wearing deerskin boots, Ryan could still feel the coldness from the ground.

The so-called North is completely different from the coldness in Ryan’s memory of his previous life, because in the North, even the magic factors are no longer active, and the wind and snow contain the power of extinction.

So, in the snow and wind, he could not see any trees, not even those that could adapt to the harsh winter.

The Norris Continent where the Frozen Territory is located is an exception. There are many vital forces in the north. In the north of that world, wind and snow are just wind and snow, and do not possess more powerful extraordinary attributes.

By then, for the world like the one before us, the north with its snowy and windy weather will be the real land of death.

For example, in Exnel, the magic factor is no longer active, and Mage Luna has transformed herself into a golem puppet using what she has learned throughout her life.

For example, in Svadifari, to the north of the wild world, on the other side of the towering mountains tens of thousands of meters high, there is nothing but the despair of death. This is the answer Brock got after personally checking.

The mountain forest world before us, because the world has not yet fallen into complete extinction, so in this place where the wind and snow have not yet submerged, there are some sturdy half-dead dead trees.

"The gum is taken from these trees. Five years ago, my tribesmen discovered the water in the trees and drank a sip, which sealed their mouths and caused them to starve to death in the tribe."

"Later we discovered that wooden barrels made from their trees could be used for storage, which was very convenient for hunting flying prey."

"If the feathers get a little bit of it on them, they won't be able to fly."

Ryan asked the natives of the Grey Eagle tribe to bring a bucket of gum. After several experiments, he found that there was no water in the wooden barrels, so they were able to store the gum and prevent it from solidifying.

It’s just that the natives of the Grey Eagle tribe are not very sophisticated, so the things in the wooden barrel are already in a semi-solidified state.

It was real gum, because the unlucky guy who drank it suffocated to death, not starved to death.

This shows the power of this gum.

Let Ryan do it, he can use these gums to destroy the Flying Wolf Cavalry!

It's not just the Flying Wolf Cavalry. As long as it's not a particularly large monster, you can play it this way.

Magic might be able to solve the problem, but the problem is that there is not enough time on the battlefield.

"And those nets, what are they made of?"

"It's these gums too."

Eagle said that they could not store the gum perfectly. Some of the gum solidified after it flowed out and turned into very tough soft tissue. When the people of the Gray Eagle tribe discovered it, they pulled it into large nets.

"That's it..."

Ryan looked at the dead tree standing in front of him in the cold wind, which might disappear at any time, and seemed to be thinking about something.

……

Leiyun County, the Marquis’s residence.

Coming here, how could Earl Sauron not go to pay a visit to the Marquis Governor-General?

Compared to Baron Ryan, Earl Sauron felt that Governor North Wind in front of him was much stupider, and he was tricked into talking a lot in a short period of time.

"So, the Faith of Light just made a deal with Baron Ryan?"

"nature!"

Lord North Wind looked up.

"He is just a baron, and it is not worthy for me, the Marquis Governor, to form an alliance with him."

"Hahaha, so that's how it is. Indeed, Ryan is only a baron. In any case, he can't be considered a friend of the Marquis."

"It seems that the prey Baron Ryan gave you before was just an ordinary gift."

"You mean, Baron Ryan is using this incident to tell other nobles that he has a relationship with me?"

Marquis Beifeng frowned. He didn't expect the little guy to be so insidious.

Count Sauron did not respond, but asked in a low voice:

"I wonder if the Marquis is interested."

"What are you interested in?"

"Gold mine."

(End of this chapter)