Throne of the North.

Chapter 5: The Pan-dimensional War of Gods, the Spirit of the Stag
After listening to Beard's words, Ryan probably understood.

This extraordinary world is magical and different from the illusions he had encountered in another world before.

In the Flor Empire, there was an army called the Knights Templar within the royal family. They once trampled on the bones of giants and challenged the gods with the heads of giants.

Grand Duke Meyers, who once made the North Wind Province an imperial territory, had an invincible legion of nightmare knights.

In addition to the ordinary army, the other three grand dukes of the empire also have at least one famous legion.

Even the Fire Dragon Knights of his father, Earl Clayton, are like this. The mounts of the Fire Dragon Knights are said to be able to breathe out the power of the Fire Dragon's breath.

Outside the empire, in those kingdoms, dukedoms and earldoms, those nobles who moved south from the northern border of the continent also have some extraordinary legions.

Elves, dwarves...other races also possess these things.

None of this existed before the gods launched the Pan-Plane War.

The reason for all this is divinity.

Only gods possess divinity, but with the outbreak of the Pan-Dimensional War, gods also fell, and the loss of their divinity after death led to the emergence of these extraordinary legions.

In addition, for example, the Flame Dragon Knight Breathing Method practiced by Ryan may also have divine reasons, because only Clayton's bloodline can practice this knight breathing method normally, which is considered the patent of the Clayton family.

Thinking of this, Ryan looked at his golden finger.

“What does spirituality have to do with divinity?”

The gods can give birth to divinity, and the people in his territory seem to be able to provide him with spirituality.

The gods can start a pan-dimensional war and plunge the planes into an eternal winter. The spiritual power they control...

Ryan looked up and saw a fire in the distance. A village appeared in front of him. The village was surrounded by frozen fences, which served as a basic defense and a means of resisting the cold wind.

It was very cold here. Ryan felt his knees sinking into the ice and snow with every step he took. Compared to here, the frozen land was much warmer.

In such an environment, the humans in this village are better at resisting the cold than the villagers in the permafrost region.

They followed the footprints and came to the gate of the village. When they arrived, there were already a dozen sturdy men in animal skin clothes holding spears staring at them.

But Ryan felt that after seeing him and his group, these strong men were relatively relaxed.

Rosen had a wary look on his face. They had followed Ryan to the Frozen Territory, but they had seen too much malicious intent, and even the Baron was dispersed the last time.

But his hands were a little nervous, because he felt that these strong men in front of him did not have any signs of knight's breathing method, but they seemed to be no weaker than himself.

Especially the one in the lead, who was simply covered with a layer of animal skin, and the rest of his body was naked in the cold wind.

Isn't he cold?

"are not you cold?"

Ryan asked. He was indeed curious because there was no trace of supernatural power on the other party.

The boy being questioned looked only four or five years older than Ryan, but he had a strong physique, as if only with such a physique could he survive in such cold weather.

"not cold."

Brand patted his chest, as if to describe his own strength.

Then he looked at Ryan curiously, "Are you a noble lord? Why would a noble lord come to our tribe?"

"Aren't you all guarding the underground fire veins?"

Ryan did not answer the other party, but said:
"Invite us in to sit down?"

Looking at Ryan and the other two, Brand nodded and stepped aside. As he stepped aside, the rest of the people also put away the spears in their hands.

Obviously, this young man has a high status in this tribe. "He is the child closest to the Stag Spirit."

When Ryan asked a middle-aged man in the tribe, the latter gave this answer.

But he didn't say much, and seemed to be in awe of Ryan, a man who looked fair and noble.

"Not long ago, Brand hunted a giant antler deer alone. Perhaps this time he will succeed and receive the blessing of the deer spirit."

Ryan and the other two arrived at the right time, and it was obvious that the footprints they followed were Brand's.

When night fell two hours later, the village called Luling lit hundreds of torches, almost illuminating the entire night, even daunting the howling of wolves coming from the distant snow and ice.

Ryan saw a group of people surrounding Brand in the center, dancing what seemed to be a sacrificial dance, while Brand was kneeling in the center. In front of him was a giant antler with its limbs tied up.

The horns were indeed very big, and Ryan felt that the two antlers could easily penetrate Rosen's leather armor.

Compared to Ryan, Beard's eyes are sharper.

"Those two antlers can be made into a very powerful bow."

Hearing this, Ryan's eyes became more interested.

Brand pulled out a matte dagger, which did not seem to be made of forged metal, but was instead made from the bones at the base of the antlers of the giant deer.

The dagger got closer and closer to the giant deer, but the giant deer's eyes were surprisingly calm.

Ryan noticed that every villager dancing around Brand was wearing a bone mask made from the skull of an elk, which looked particularly creepy.

"Call the Deer Spirit!"

A dozen elderly villagers worked together to carry out a three or four meter tall deer head statue and placed it in front of Brand, who was just taking out a giant deer heart at that moment.

All around, the villagers who were originally dancing knelt on the ground.

"Brand, this is the third time. If..."

"No ifs."

Brand firmly pressed the beating heart in his hand against the forehead of the huge deer head, and blood flowed down.

Time passed, and in the firelight under the night sky, there was an eerie silence.

"We failed. The Deer Spirits perished in the war between the gods. We... have lost our faith."

A group of old people were in tears, and Brand fell into silence.

At this moment, Ryan somehow had moved from the outermost position where he could only observe to the center of the fire.

He looked at the huge deer head and then stretched out his hand.

There was a somewhat numb crowd around him, and no one tried to stop him.

However, at the moment when his palm touched the deer's head, a roar that resounded through the night sky seemed to fall from high in the sky. In this roar, everything was silent, and countless ferocious beasts in the cold winter all trembled and crawled on the ground.

The huge deer head shattered, and everyone saw a transparent and proud stag jumping out from the fragments of the deer head. It looked at the young man who seemed to be a noble, and then rushed towards him.

The stag sank into Ryan's chest. Almost in an instant, Ryan felt his bones crackling and huge power surged in his limbs.

In this short moment, his figure seemed to have grown slightly taller.

"I, have become an official knight?"

(End of this chapter)