Northlands' Ladder Adventurers Tell This World Who...

Northlands' Ladder Adventurers Tell This World Who Was the King of the Northlands

The Frost Lizard Orcs had clearly run into a Church of Dawn team in the Northlands.

But no matter what the Church of Dawn's people wanted to do in the Northlands, Ryan felt a severe sense of insecurity.

"Find them. On this land of the Northlands, I don't want anyone else pointing fingers around, especially the kind that can threaten me."

Lord Ryan was not overbearing, but the Church of Dawn posed far too great a threat.

Large numbers of soldiers and adventurers began pouring into the Northlands. Their purpose was not capture, but discovery. As long as they found where those clergy members were, their intentions would be easy to uncover.

The Northlands were cold. No one knew how many layers of ice and snow had accumulated beneath their feet. Some places had frozen solid, while others remained soft and fluffy. Once someone stepped on them, they would never be able to climb back out.

"Be careful! The world before your eyes has devoured countless human warriors who didn't know their limits."

"If you want to survive before it, the first thing you need is reverence for the Northlands!"

"This is where gods fell."

Watching the tall knight lead the way ahead, his voice still booming amid the ice and snow, many behind him showed looks of admiration.

"Were the Northlands really a place where gods fell?"

"Could even great gods die?"

The young man wrapped in thick fur clothing was not very old, and he was filled with curiosity about these unfamiliar Northlands. He came from the South. The Northlands Adventurers' Guild there had sent them north in spacious carriages, and it was said that every dream of prosperity could be found here.

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