Throne of the North.

Chapter 366: Conquest of Forest City
In the arena of Scala City, Ryan stood outside the arena and did not enter easily.

This is where the power of the gods can descend, and Ryan felt a huge malice in it.

"Apart from the arena, is there no other place where miracles have occurred?"

Ryan asked, the first thing he did when he arrived in the city of Skala was to find out whether there was any power among the people of Gam that could allow him to obtain spiritual blessings.

If there is a divine weapon, it may be the best medium. Apart from the divine weapon, the people of Gam have nothing worth collecting.

The furs of those ferocious beasts are the medium of their beliefs.

"In the north of the world, there are some ancient war ruins. Maybe there is what you want there."

Beside Ryan, Wolfskin said, of course, he no longer has the fur of wild animals on his body.

"Ruins of war? Relics left over from the war between gods more than a hundred years ago?"

"Yes."

It was the first time Ryan heard about the remnants of the interdimensional war between gods, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"The snowstorms in the north didn't submerge those ruins?"

"Even the icy wind and snow cannot completely cover the ruins. We once organized a team to search for them, hoping to awaken more power from the gods."

Wulf said that they had been helpless in wearing wild beast furs, and they wanted to wear robes woven from dragon skins like their ancestors.

They tried, but failed in the end. The only reward was that four of the most powerful fighters emerged among Gam's people.

Ryan turned and left the arena and the city of Scala without leaving even a single soldier behind.

"My Lord Baron, I'm afraid they won't truly surrender."

Beside him, Brand spoke.

"Of course, I won't have their loyalty until I deal with the Hound's spirit."

Compared to Brand's guess, Ryan has more intuitive evidence, that is, the numbers on his spiritual panel have not changed at all.

He also needed to conquer all of Garm's people, including many of the villages and towns outside of Skara, as well as the Forest City of Tyrael in the north.

In the civilization of Gam, there is no king or ruler, which makes Ryan's conquest difficult. Their will is widely covered on every citizen of Gam.

In other words, their king is their god. If Ryan wants to conquer everyone, he must also conquer the gods.

"But it doesn't matter. Before dealing with their gods, we must occupy both Skala City and Tyrael Forest City and plant the flag of the Tundra Territory in the center of these two cities."

With the rumbling sound of iron hooves trampling on the icy and snowy ground, Ryan led his two legions to kill towards the forest in the north.

Tyrael Forest City is not far from Skara City, but looking at the tall city walls and closed gates, Ryan was also troubled.

Cavalry cannot attack a city, and the same goes for extraordinary cavalry. The Stag Legion is not the Holy Heavenly Legion of the Vatican, and the Northern Warhorses cannot grow wings and fly.

The Violent War Bear could try to attack the city gate, but the fox-skin Brune Migis above its head had excellent archery skills, so the Armored Bear could not concentrate on hitting the city gate. When the first wave failed to gain any advantage, the people of Gam in the city had already arrived and were desperately resisting the attack from outside.

Night, inside the arena.

Fox Skin knelt in the center of the arena, where the land had long been eroded by blood and carried a strong murderous aura.

Bruneggis was a little confused. He looked up, hoping for some guidance from the gods.

"Great Being, your devout people pray to you and ask for your response."

"Invaders from other worlds have occupied half of the land of Gam's people. They have surrounded the remaining half and prevented your followers from leaving the city to find food. It may not be long before the remaining land will also be occupied."

"Under your will, Tyrael Forest City will not be submerged by wind and snow. The largest number of your believers live here, but now, we don't know how to defeat those invaders from other worlds."

“We need your help.”

As Foxpelt prayed and called, pairs of scary eyes suddenly lit up around the quiet arena. Foxpelt looked over and saw a group of muscular hounds coming out. They were the hounds raised by families in the city, representing the seeds of the extraordinary.

A hound came up to Foxpelt and stretched out his neck.

Fox Skin understood. He took out a dagger and tore the hound's neck. Blood spilled on Fox Skin's body. During the whole process, the hound was so quiet that it was a little scary. Death did not make it struggle at all.

Fox Fur stood up, a dagger in his hand. In the dark night, hounds appeared beside him, waiting for his attack.

The moment the dawn arrived, the blood of the hounds in the arena flowed like a stream, and he walked out of the arena step by step, stepping on the fox skins soaked in blood. He had killed five thousand hounds, but their souls were not taken away by the gods. Instead, the gods used some means to merge them into his soul.

Fox Skin pulled his longbow, but the bowstring broke the next moment, and the longbow could no longer support his current strength.

After returning to his home, Fox Skin took out the weapon he had treasured for a long time that he had found in the ruins. This was the weapon of a powerful extraordinary person who was once a subject of Gam.

"I will lead all the people of Tyrael Forest City to defeat the invaders from other worlds and sacrifice their souls to you."

Brunamigis turned into a fox and let out a shrill roar. Everyone in Tyrael Forest City took action, regardless of age or gender. They were all people of Gam and believers of the hound god.

"Fight for the gods!"

Their fanatical faith turned these people into warriors. They appeared on the city walls and roared at the army outside.

In response to this scene, Ryan directly ordered the army to retreat three thousand meters and wait at the edge of the forest.

"At this time, their fighting power and fighting will are at their peak."

"But faith cannot be eaten. When they are hungry, their faith will not be so fanatical."

Three hours later, Ryan led the army forward again and appeared outside the Forest City.

The people in the Forest City became nervous again, clamoring to charge out and fight the invaders to the death.

There are more than 40,000 people in this city, and there are only two or three thousand soldiers on the opposite side. Is that enough?

It was not enough, the fox-skinned Brune Migis had witnessed the power of those alien soldiers with his own eyes, and each of them was comparable to the fighters who survived the arena.

Most of them have to surpass fighters, but this is not the most critical thing.

The most important thing is that those soldiers were wearing armor, and even the bears were wearing metal armor. The weapons of Gam's people had no advantages at all, and most of them were not even qualified to break through the soldiers' defenses.

Maybe forty or fifty thousand people can tire out the two thousand soldiers and then win, but what if not?

Can more than 2,000 soldiers massacre 40,000 to 50,000 ordinary people?
Fox Fur didn't dare to start a war outside the city easily. The advantage of the war did not belong to them. He also needed to wait, waiting for the Gam people in the villages and towns around the Forest City to surround the alien army outside under the will of the gods. In this way, Ryan advanced and retreated, always keeping a distance from the people in Tyrael Forest City. It was visibly that the fanatical faith in the city had disappeared a lot.

Many people in the city began to feel tired, exhausted and hungry. As time passed, their frenzy subsided. They began to return to their homes and look for food.

After repeated decline, this city no longer has its peak combat capability and it is very likely that it will never have it again.

Fox Fur also realized this, and he was a little terrified. If this continued, the people of Gam would no longer be able to fight, and there were only about 120 fighters left in this city.

Let him lead these one hundred and twenty people to deal with the aliens outside?
Fox Fur's face became angry, he turned into a fox again and started roaring.

"The great gods are guiding us to the victory we are destined to achieve. People of Gam, kill the alien invaders outside and sacrifice their souls in the arena to the great gods!"

Fox Fur couldn't wait any longer, so he summoned the people in the city. However, half a day ago, he was able to summon tens of thousands of people, but now, only 15,000 people obeyed his call. The rest of the people had already entered the sage time in their hearts.

The days are dull, and their souls are dull, too.

"Damn rubbish, how dare you ignore the will of the gods."

The fighters' souls were fanatical. They kicked open the doors of every household and drove the people inside out to rush to the battlefield. In the end, a chaotic army of nearly 30,000 rushed out of the Forest City of Tyrael, galloped wildly in the forest, and killed the alien army in the distance.

"He seems different."

Outside the forest, on the snow, Ryan looked at the fox-skin fighter that was gradually becoming clearer in his vision.

The latter was drawing the bow and drawing the arrow. There was no arrow in his hand, but as he pulled the bow, a snow-white illusory arrow appeared on the longbow. The next moment, the bowstring vibrated, and the snow-white arrow disappeared into the void.

Brand only had time to react and stand in front of Ryan. He couldn't even raise the shield in his hand before the arrow pierced his forehead.

"Magic arrows?"

The magic factor in this world is not active, so it cannot be a magic arrow.

"The power of the soul."

Ryan's murmur had just ended when he heard a roar as if from the ancient wilderness. The sound was deafening, and it tore a path through the dense forest. Then the huge deer rushed out with sharp antlers.

Brand's eyes were as bright as the bright stars in the night sky. The soul arrows of Brune Migis could kill 99% of the people in this legion, but Brand's soul was the only thing that could not be shaken by his arrows.

This is a warrior favored by the will of the stag. Brand carries all the glory of Exner's existence on his body. The stag protects him, and his soul will never fall.

With their horses galloping wildly, two thousand fully armed cavalrymen rushed out. Just like the previous wars, the army composed of the people of Tyrael Forest City had no rules or regulations. They could not care about each other and could not cooperate with each other. The chaotic fighting style meant that even with tens of thousands of people, they were destined to be a mess.

The only difference between this war and the previous wars lies in the fox-skin Bruneggis. His soul was blessed by the deaths of thousands of hounds. His soul has borne too much power from the gods. At this moment, he draws his bow and shoots an arrow again, but it is no longer a soul arrow, but a sharp arrow forged from gold. It carries such a huge force that the shield raised by Brand breaks in an instant.

Arrow after arrow, Foxpelt had absolute confidence in his archery skills. Every arrow was aimed at Brand's head. Many cracks had already appeared on the surface of the hard armor.

"One arrow left."

Fox Skin was murmuring. He was looking for the last chance. He was sure that he could shoot the arrow into the opponent's head and kill the powerful enemy completely.

Finally, the arrow flew out at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye. It crossed a distance of dozens of meters in an instant and accurately broke into the crack on Brand's helmet.

But at this moment, a layer of blood-red light flashed on Brand's body.

The arrow did not miss a target and landed in the same place where the previous arrows had landed, but it failed to pierce Brand's armor as promised.

The Shield of the Stag, the knight's fighting skill of the Holy Land, covers the whole body. Any offensive lethality will be covered in every corner of the armor. The power of the arrow is not borne by the crack of the helmet alone, but the hardness of the whole armor easily blocks the arrow.

Its sharpness is spread throughout the body, and then it is no longer sharp.

The warhorse trampled forward, and Foxpelt had no chance to shoot an arrow again. Brand appeared in front of him, the warhorse's front hooves leaped high, and the knight's sword fell like a stream of light. As a set of knight's combat skills, the most special thing about the Heroic Spear and the Stag Shield is that they can be used in an instant.

The sharp sword could definitely tear the flesh and bones of the fox skin. At the moment the blood splattered, the fox skin Brunei Namijis turned into a fox and turned around to flee into the distance.

The long sword had just cut his neck, but before it could tear the wound open, the body of the tall fox-skin warrior in front of him turned into a fox only the size of an arm. This transformation technique was at the soul level, and its speed was faster than anything else, which allowed him to survive the sword by chance.

I just don't know if the fox-skin warrior whose neck was cut can survive.

"Kill all the fighters. The remaining ordinary people who are kneeling on the ground will not die!"

Brand roared loudly, his voice majestically penetrating the battlefield. His absolute strength and defense allowed him to reap the lives of anyone who tried to resist. It was so easy for the extraordinary golden knight to crush these ordinary mortals.

A large number of corpses were left on the battlefield again. If the first time was just an accident, then the second time was to completely tell these people that the fighting power between the two sides was in no way comparable.

Even more people escaped. The 30,000-strong army began to disintegrate as soon as they left the city. Those who were forced out by the fighters had already fled back into the city when no one was paying attention.

During the battlefield, many citizens of Tyrael Forest City fled, resulting in the total number of dead and living people left here being less than the original fifteen thousand.

"Tie them up."

Ryan did not go to Tyrael Forest City immediately. He waited outside the forest for a night. That night, the Gam people whose furs were torn off by the wild beasts were shivering with cold. Some seriously injured warriors died directly, and the remaining survivors completely lost their strength. After staying on the snow for a whole night in the cold winter, they would still have many hidden injuries.

Early the next morning, Ryan took the people of Tyrael Forest City who had lost their fighting ability to the city in the center of the forest.

Standing outside the city, the gates of the city are still closed.

"You have already been defeated. Open the city gates, or we will kill your loved ones and your companions!"

A row of warriors with frozen faces were pushed out, and the voices of the knights' squires echoed over the city.

"The honorable Lord of the Frozen Territory, Ryan, will announce his conquest and rule over you. From today on, you are the people of the Frozen Territory."

"Only those who are alive are qualified to be the people of the Frozen Territory, or did you choose to die in a way that you thought was heroic?"

The knight's squire drew his sword and placed it on the shoulder of a warrior.

"What's his name? Who are his family members in this city? Who are his friends?"

"Do you want him to die?"

"Do you want these 7,000 people to die?"

On the city wall, pairs of eyes looked outside in fear. In yesterday's war, more than 7,000 people were captured, and the ropes used to bind them were simply made from the animal skins they were wearing.

No one spoke, but when batch after batch of people were killed, the remaining people in the city could no longer sit still. Violent conflicts broke out at the city gate, and then the heavy gate was opened.

Trampling on blood and cruelty, Ryan entered the Forest City of Tyrael.

(End of this chapter)