Ryan sat where Grand Duke Moriarty was sitting before. The animal skin of this chair had been stripped away, leaving a cold seat surface.
Looking at the scattered people, Ryan nodded towards these people.
"Why don't you leave together?"
"Leave? Where to go? Aixnier is our home, City of the Furnace is our last fortress."
A middle-aged man laughed. A rare bottle of wine appeared in his hand, and he poured it into his mouth.
"My people followed Mage Academy to the depths of the glacier, but I didn't want to continue walking."
"My grandfather came to South from the distant Northlands. My father took me across the cold winter to City of the Furnace. When he came to me, he didn't want to run away anymore."
"I'm not a nobleman. The Viscount's Noble Title is inherited by my brother, so I don't have any burden to make such a choice."
Ryan looked at the others.
"I don't want to live on a glacier. That's where my father died. I don't want to go."
"City of the Furnace is our home."
"They didn't want to take me with them."
There are many reasons for staying, some are calm, some are helpless, and some are regretful.
"The Viscount came to us for some reason."
Ryan Looking at these people,
"No matter what happened in the past, you will probably all be my subjects in the future, so I plan to give you something to do."
"Those soldiers are all converted from serfs. I want you to be their leader and lead them to climb the city wall to fight against the cult."
"Hiss~"
After hearing Ryan's words, almost everyone's eyes widened.
"It's impossible for us to go to the battlefield with those mud-legged people."
There are people with fear in their eyes. It is absolutely impossible to go to the battlefield. They will never go to war in this life. Forget it if it is a war between other nobles. But those Cultists, whose minds have been eroded by Abyss, are monsters.
The war between nobles is a bit more demanding. Even if you lose, you have to pay a ransom. If you don't pay attention now, you will die.
"Of course you can refuse, but if Furnace City is compromised, I think your ending will not be much better, right?"
"Or if you give chase now, you might be able to catch up with Mages's team."
"Lord Viscount, if we go to the battlefield, what will we gain?"
Ryan looked at the person who asked the question and answered:
"I will grant you protection, in the name of Deer Spirit, regard you as my people, and because of the knowledge and etiquette you have mastered, I will allow you to obtain a piece of land and build your own house."
"I will be your lord and you will be my people."
"Viscount Whitman In one fell swoop, we were knocked down from nobles to commoners."
Ryan looked at these people and smiled indifferently.
"Aside from your noble blood and your meager and useless wealth, what else do you have?"
"You can't become a knight, and you can't go very far on the path of magic. The only difference between you and the common people is your birth."
"Whether you are civilians or not is not up to me. If you are truly qualified to become a noble, then no one has the right to deprive you of your glory."
"You must know that your ancestors established meritorious deeds to become nobles, making your bloodline noble."
"Under Winter's Chill, you lost your territory, your wealth and your people, and came to City of the Furnace."
"Now I want you to pick up the glory that belongs to the nobility, starting from the war."
Ryan stood up and left, his voice echoing in the gorgeous parliament hall.
"You can refuse, but while I won't regret it, you'd better not regret it either."
Ryan walked out of the parliament hall, turned over and mounted a war horse, galloping through this noble land, the dark hoof prints imprinted on the clean ground were extremely dazzling.
"Uu~!"
Ryan pulled the reins. His arrival made all eyes fall on him, but no one dared to breathe loudly.
Because at this moment, Ryan was standing in front of the city gate, and behind him were two hundred neatly armed knights.
As early as the time when Mages and ZZZZZ were leaving simultaneously, Ryan turned on Planar Gate and asked Harrington to return to Frozen Earth Territory and bring back all the soldiers. He did not go back in person because Planar Gate was turned off after returning. If he turned it on again, it would be terrible if he appeared outside the city.
Two hundred majestic knights reining in their horses silently appeared at City of the Furnace, making all eyes shocked and ecstatic.
Ryan pulled out his Knight's Greatsword, Mithril Armor was shining brightly in the sun. He didn't say anything nonsense, he just raised the sword and bathed in the sunshine.
"Must win!!!"
Amidst the loud shouts, the two hundred costumed knights behind them also raised their Knight's Lance high and roared in unison.
"Must win!!!"
The shadow of a blood-red stag appeared above the army of only two hundred men, emitting a weak but shocking roar.
Spirit of the Stag! Countless eyes looked at the shadow of the stag, breathing rapidly. Some grew up listening to the countless stories, and some hoped that the stag would appear to save the people of Aixnier. At this moment, these people began to gradually agree with the soldiers.
As if influenced by their exaggeration, City of the Furnace began to roar like a tsunami.
"Must win!!!"
Ryan rode a war horse and led two hundred soldiers to rush and trample on the streets of City of the Furnace. His loud voice fell on the ears of every City of the Furnace citizen.
"Winter's Chill took away our past, and Demons's relatives will also come and occupy our land. They plunder our food, eat our flesh and blood, and sacrifice our souls."
"I, Ryan·Clayton, will never allow this kind of thing to happen in my territory!"
"By the honor of our family, no one can rob us of our land and food. If Demons wants to kill us, then the sword in our hands will also kill Demons of Abyss!"
"I will protect my people who are loyal to me, and I will defend my land!"
"I swear by Spirit of the Stag that I will fight the invaders outside the city until death!!!"
"By Spirit of the Stag, I will lead all my people to the land of survival!"
"Roar!!!"
Along with the roar of Ryan, the shadow of a huge stag appeared above his head. The lifelike stag seemed to bring everyone back to the prosperous, free and easy Axeniel Continent more than a hundred years ago, full of stories and wine.
Many old people knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes, calling for the protection of the stag.
At this moment, Ryan's reputation reached its peak. He returned to the northern city wall and climbed onto the city wall. Wherever he passed, all the soldiers lowered their heads, showing their awe and loyalty.
Ryan held the knight sword and looked at Cultists outside the city who was charging from a distance to the city and attacking the city again.
"Soldiers, kill our enemies!"
"Must win!!!"
The soldiers, who were originally just slaves, seemed to have been given blood at this moment. They kept shouting and smashed the stones down. After throwing the stones, they also grabbed forks, wooden hammers and other farm tools and kept stabbing Cultists who climbed up.