Faith, is it because of the existence of Deities that faith was born in mankind, or is it because of the existence of faith that Deities appears in front of mankind.
There is no answer to the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg. However, it is an indisputable fact that Deities also bows his head because of human's devout belief in the birth of the soul.
Walking on the cold ground with bare feet, the refreshing coldness came from the soles of his feet. Ryan was unmoved. He walked calmly among the countless people.
At first, the noisy land was always lively. How could these slaves stare at the noble master? They had no idea that Ryan had appeared beside them.
They were noisy, thinking about how fast they had to run to get the hottest bite when dinner started today.
Just a glance from the corner of the eye made these people so scared that they didn't even care about tomorrow's meal. They knelt on the ground in fear and didn't dare to make a sound anymore. They watched those clean feet stepping on the soil without making a single sound.
These slaves were so frightened that they even forgot how to address the nobles in front of them. In short, the originally noisy voice suddenly stopped at this moment.
At first, not many people cared about it because they couldn't see that when the aristocratic master was no longer aloof, he was just like ordinary people. They needed to look past the many figures behind him to see the aristocratic master's appearance and react.
Later, those other people who were blocking his gaze knelt down.
At this time, the slaves in the distance gradually came to their senses. They looked at the people kneeling on the ground and Ryan walking on the ground, and quickly knelt down.
The noisy world gradually became quiet, until at a certain moment there was no more sound.
Ryan passed through heads one after another, yes, heads. The slaves pressed their foreheads against the soil on the ground, not caring about the mess. In other words, they themselves were dirtier than the soil under their feet.
Naturally, they did not dare to move. Raising their heads was the power of the knights, and lowering their heads was the pride of the common people. Slaves did not exist in any rules. They were part of the living population, nothing more.
"Why are you fighting?"
Ryan asked calmly. His voice was gentle and not loud, but it spread far away and fell in the ears of every slave.
This was told to them, but among the countless people present, no one could understand it.
They can't hear, don't want to hear, can't understand, and don't want to understand.
Until, Ryan filled a broken wooden bowl with a bowl of porridge mixed with sand and wheat and placed it in front of the head of a slave on the ground.
The fragrant smell made the slave's stomach growl. He slowly moved his head so that his eyes could see the food, but in the end he pushed the wooden bowl over. It didn't matter, the moment he saw it was food, the slave swallowed it in big gulps, regardless of what was in his mouth.
Halfway through the meal, he suddenly noticed Ryan standing in front of him. The noble master was watching him eat, which suddenly made the slave panic. He wanted to kowtow and beg for mercy, but he couldn't help but the food cooled down.
"Do you know who I am?"
Ryan stood in front of the slave and asked like this. The slave shook his head and nodded quickly.
"You are a noble nobleman."
"Then what?"
"No more."
The world of aristocrats is too far away for slaves. Even the knights they may see in ordinary times are noble lords whose faces cannot be remembered by slaves, because it is difficult for them to raise their heads and see the faces of these people.
They lowered their heads and looked at the land in front of them. The world in front of them was all they had. The vastness of the world belonged to the nobles and knights, but it did not belong to these slaves who could never live without the land in front of them.
Ryan's reputation spreads far, but it is difficult for these slaves to know his appearance even if he falls from the sky.
Ryan was not angry. There was flame spreading on his fingers as he looked at the slave in front of him.
"Keep your head up."
"Look at my appearance clearly. My name is Ryan."
The slave nodded blankly. For him, a clean nobleman would always be out of reach. At this moment, his mind had lost all thought.
"My name is Nino."
"Very well, Nino, I remember your name, now tell me why you fight."
Ryan's voice made the slave in front of him tremble with excitement. He also wanted to say that he also remembered Lord Ryan's name, but his brain cooled down like wheat porridge in front of him. He continued to tremble, but it was because of fear and panic.
"I, I, I..."
He hesitated and couldn't tell the answer.
"You want to be full and not hungry."
Ryan helped him answer this question, and then Ryan said:
"When you dream, what do you dream about?"
For the life in front of Northlands, dreams are too far away. The dreams brought by Lady Moon at night can never get rid of two topics.
"In your dream, you won't be hungry or cold."
Having enough food and clothing is the biggest problem and the most perfect dream under Northern Lands. Nino thought about it for a long time, and then nodded blankly.
"Yes, I don't want to starve, nor do I want to freeze to death, but I wake up from the cold every time."
"This is my dream too."
Ryan said this, shocking countless slaves. They couldn't understand why the noble master had such a dream like him.
"I have the same dream as you, but the difference between me and you is that I know who to pray to."
"Are you cold now?"
"Are you scared at night?"
"But are you scared now?"
"Why?"
"Because of the Sun in heaven."
"His falling sunlight makes you feel warm. You don't want to hide in a dark tent, but come out and expose your whole body to the sunlight. You wish you could have the sun shining on the front and back of your body."
"That way, you won't get cold."
"But you don't dare to do this at night, because the Sun has disappeared."
"He gives us light and keeps us from being cold, but Nino, do you know how the food you eat appears?"
"It's... a gift from Deities."
Nino spoke blankly. He had forgotten to think. Everything that happened today was more than what he had encountered in his past life.
"It is the blessing of light. The sun shines on the land and makes food grow in the soil. Then, we will not starve."
"The great light, let us no longer starve, no longer suffer from the cold."
"Praise the light."
"The Sun in the sky can help you realize your dreams. He can prevent you from waking up from the cold in the middle of your dream. The most devout people can never go hungry or freeze."
Ryan These slaves didn't understand the previous words, they didn't understand, but they understood the last sentence.
"Sunshine..."
Nino took out half of the thick books from under his tattered clothes. Ryan was not surprised. He had seen before that this slave had teachings from the light. He didn't know where he picked it up. Most of the bark papers were torn off. It seemed that they were used as firewood for warmth at certain nights. Paper tanned by birch bark can still release heat very well.
"Oh, praise the light."
Nino held up the book in his hand. He vaguely knew what it was and heard a voice say it before.
"The great the Sun gave us food and drove away the cold that froze us to death. But soon, the light of the Sun will no longer be able to shine here or on you."
Ryan turned around and pointed to the outline of a mountain peak in the distance.
"Can you see that mountain? The warm sunshine will stay there and it will never appear here again."
"The food you have now will disappear when the time comes, because the bright sunshine will not shine here, and He will take away the food given to you. At the same time, you will not be able to warm your body in the sun as you do now. You will get colder, and every night, many people will freeze to death."
"But as long as we get to the other side of that mountain, we can enjoy the eternal warm sunshine and endless food."
"This is what Deities has given us. As long as we get there, you will no longer endure hunger and cold."
"The Illuminati will warm the people who appear there."
The voice of Ryan made countless people look forward to it. They looked at the faint outline of the mountain in the distance, showing eagerness and impatience.
That night, Ryan heard countless voices, praying for the light to stay, praying that the great God of Light sunshine would not leave this place or disappear.
But the next day came, a gust of wind woke everyone up.
"It's so cold."
Rose, who was following Ryan, couldn't help but wrap his cloak tightly around him. Although he was now on the third and most cold-resistant Transcendent Knight road, he was still not used to the cold.
And when this gust of wind blows, no snow falls, and the pure cold wind can take away the temperature in anyone's body.
"How do you know that this gust of wind is coming? And it will be so cold. Just like what you deceived those slaves yesterday, the light will leave and will no longer warm them or give them food."
"Mr. Roth Didn't you realize that the sunshine in the past few days was too warm and bright?"
Ryan It cannot be said that this is some common sense in memory. It is always quiet before the storm comes, and a few days before the cold wind blows, there will always be such a sunny, quiet and peaceful period.
"And, do you think I'm lying to them?"
Ryan said with a smile, Rose nodded.
"If the Sun really disappeared, the whole world would die. How could He leave?"
Rose didn't understand the allusion of looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst, and Ryan didn't even think about explaining it. He just said calmly:
"I deceived them, but I also saved them."
"Mr. Roth Do you think how many of these people would have died last night if it weren't for me?"
Slaves have no sense of advance warning and will only respond when danger actually comes.
But a very serious problem is that for slaves, they often don't have much trial and error cost.
When the cold wind blows, these slaves will react and think of a way, but at this time, how many people can make it in time? How many people will die in an unexpected cold wind?
Ryan The beliefs instilled during the day put thoughts in the hearts of these people who were about to freeze to death. They struggled, using their own consciousness to drag themselves away from being carried away by the cold wind. They struggled, looking at the outline of the mountain in the distance, very close, very close.
As long as they reach the other side of the mountain, they will never be threatened by cold and hunger. They will have endless food and warmer sunshine.
Ryan gave them a hope of survival and allowed countless people to persevere in the gust of wind last night.
"This gust of wind will come either today or tomorrow. It will always come. I can't count its appearance, but it is obvious that the sky and the earth are on my side."
Ryan was walking on the earth riding a war horse, and many eyes around him looked at him differently.
For slaves, they firmly believe in what Ryan said yesterday, but there are many other soldiers in this army who know more than slaves, and they vaguely understand that what Ryan said is not correct.
However, the east wind that happened to be right this night made many doubters unsteady. In their eyes, Lord Baron Ryan is a nobleman of Divine Grace. What he said yesterday may be a warning that Deities covets him.
So today, these people looked even more in awe when they looked at Ryan.
After an exceptional breakfast, the army moved forward again.
This is Thundercloud County, and Thundercloud County has only one tall mountain, and the rest are just some slightly complicated terrain like hills and slopes.
The mountain peak Ryan pointed to yesterday was obviously Thundercloud Mountain. That mountain seemed to be right in front of us, but in fact, it was still far away from here.
Why this mountain? Because Werewolves is attacking there, there are a lot of Werewolves in Thundercloud County, and the largest place is to the north of Thundercloud Mountain.
If the army appears there but does not discover what Ryan said... Ryan Regardless of this, how many people in this army can really get there.
"Monster, monster!!!"
There were horrified roars from the front, but soon, the knights' mounts rushed over with the knights, knocking away the slave soldiers in front.
"Why are you panicking! You are soldiers and an army. These damn Werewolves are your enemies. Pick up your weapons and kill them!"
The knight roared angrily. Only a short time after entering Thundercloud County, they began to encounter Werewolves, and not just in this direction, but in all directions of the army, traces of Werewolves appeared.
These ferocious and bloodthirsty Werewolves are savage beasts to slaves. They roar when they encounter them, and a few dozen of them can disrupt the formation of tens of thousands of people.
Ryan is in the center of the army. There is some chaos in front of him, but it is quiet in the rear.
This was due to the deterrence of thousands of fully armed soldiers behind him, and more importantly, it was because yesterday's prediction of Ryan became a reality today, making the slave soldiers in this army dare not touch his majesty. Since he did not move, the slave soldiers naturally did not dare to make any big moves.
In just one day, Ryan has spread among these slaves.
"The warm sunshine is on the north side of that mountain peak. Should we retreat and freeze to death, or should we walk over and enjoy the light of no longer being hungry and cold?"
Ryan rode a war horse to the front of the army. Stag Legion's cavalry opened the way for him, but Ryan was at the front. In front of him, the slave soldiers finally could no longer retreat, otherwise they would collide with Ryan's war horse.
The soldiers gritted their teeth, finally picked up the spears that fell on the ground, shouted and charged towards Werewolves.
Behind him, someone from the Stag Legion's knight took out Beast Bow. A few breaths after the arrow left the string, it had already pierced the thigh of the leader Werewolves. Then another Knight Retainer's arrow pierced the raised paw of the angry Werewolves. When the third arrow arrived, Werewolves's shoulder was also bleeding with blood.
The arrows were very fast and slender, and the surrounding slave army could only see those terrifying monsters being stabbed through their bodies by spears, then falling unwillingly and letting out their last roars like beasts.
"They are not scary. These Werewolves are evil monsters that prevent us from getting food."
No one can refute Ryan's words. Werewolves's invasion and the coming of war have indeed raised Northwind Province's food crisis to the highest level. In fact, starving and freezing are all because of Werewolves's invasion.
They destroyed land and houses, plundered food and bedding, and many people were either killed by Orcs, or died of starvation or freezing on the way to escape.
It can be said that those slaves in this slave army who did not belong to Zero Crossing Prefecture and Iron Mountain County, but slaves who escaped from places like Cold Mountain City County, were lucky. More people, like them, died on the way.
It's not surprising that they were afraid, because they were lucky enough to escape to Zero Crossing Prefecture, but they did not encounter Werewolves in the process. Not many people had seen Werewolves, otherwise they would not have become one of the lucky ones.
The fear gradually dissipated, and the soldiers began to realize that the journey to the other side of the mountain would not be too smooth.