Throne of the North.

Chapter 502: Braille Board, Dawn of Faith in the Deep Snowstorm
Rumble.

Strong winds swept across the world's oceans, causing huge waves, and the huge waves brought continuous heavy rains.

In the clear sky after the rainstorm, all smells were dispelled, and even the muddy and dirty dirt roads exuded a fresh feeling.

The iron hooves of the Northern war horses landed in puddles, and the splashing dirty water caused the surrounding civilians to scramble to run to the side. It was not known whether they were worried about being splashed with dirty water or were afraid of this dragon-killing army that suddenly appeared in Blue Butterfly City.

This is how they describe the knight whose armor is engraved with the emblem of a mountain standing in the snow.

"Dig it up."

The knight centurion shouted loudly, and the knights behind him had already drawn the long swords at their waists and headed towards the grave in front.

The sharp sword was naturally not something that the fragile soil could withstand, and soon, a "package" that looked like a corpse tied with wooden sticks appeared before his eyes.

"Lord Polk, it's a corpse."

The knight turned around and said, then tore open the cheap linen coffin, revealing the rotting corpse inside.

It was vaguely visible that the corpse was that of an elderly man.

"How to do?"

Beside Polk, the centurion's deputy said that they had received orders from Lord Ryan, and given their status, they roughly knew what answer Lord Ryan wanted.

In short, it would not be the current result.

"Go ask the civilians around here."

After Polk finished speaking, he dismounted and personally examined the smelly and disgusting corpse.

It was indeed the body of the blind old man that the cat-man assassin Appiah had mentioned. There was nothing wrong with it. Porke didn't know what to do. They were warriors and were not good at this kind of problem.

Not long after, the knight who went to inquire about the civilians returned with some news.

"The people in Blue Butterfly City said that this blind old man had been here since they were born. Those old men who have lived forty or fifty years are not as old as him."

"There are several old men who were servants of the nobles who were here before. They remember that when they were young, the blind old man was also brought up by others. Someone taught him knowledge and even drove away humans who were also curious and wanted to master knowledge into slavery."

"So... he has the responsibility to pass on the legacy?"

Polk asked this question, and then answered his own question.

"The world of dragons, the legend of the Chosen Dragon, maybe his legacy exists because of the Chosen Dragon's weapon?"

"Now that there is no Chosen Dragon in this world, will he choose a new successor to pass on the stories he knows?"

Polk looked at the people around him. The knights laughed, then mounted their horses and knocked open the doors of the surrounding houses.

"I say, I say, Master, spare me, I saw the little bastard from the Hughes family go to the blind man's house!"

A crying man hugged the knight's thigh and spoke loudly. After asking for the location, the knight dropped the bag of food in his hand and rushed to Hughes' house with a group of people.

Knights don't have good tempers. Many people think that Lord Ryan is too kind, but they don't.

The knight kicked open the rickety and leaky door, rushed in and saw a man sitting alone in front of a pot, who was burning firewood and cooking wild vegetables.

Recently, thanks to Lord Ryan's kindness, these people can go out and look for wild vegetables to eat. The former human slaves now look fuller-looking.

"Where is your son?"

the knight shouted, looking at the other in confusion, and then repeated it.

"The son of the Hughes family. I asked around, and there's no other Hughes family around here."

Most of the names are repeated, which is also a very troublesome thing. Fortunately, violence can guide these knights to find the precise target.

"I don't have a son. The person you are talking about...maybe it's me."

The man pointed at himself, and the knight frowned, looking at the unshaven, tangled-haired man in front of him.

After a moment, the confused knight brought the man directly to Centurion Polk.

"They said you were the last person to enter the blind old man's house."

"Yes."

Hughes said so.

"what happened?"

"The old man gave me a piece of wood and asked me to help him collect the body."

Hughes said this, and Polk looked at the knight who brought him with some dissatisfaction. He was from Exnel, and most of the knights around him were from Birki. Those guys whose heads were full of armored bears were not very smart.

Not long after, the knight returned and brought back a wooden board with many small dents and bumps on it.

“It’s Braille.”

Hughes explained as he took the board and felt it.

"The blind old man gave me this thing. One day I had nothing to do so I took it out to play with it. Then I understood the knowledge on it. It can help me learn Braille."

"No one taught me?"

Polk asked with his eyes wide open. You know, Ryan has done a lot of work in the Frozen Territory to popularize basic education knowledge, and the first ones to bear the brunt are these knight servants who need to learn.

Even with the teachings of their former nobles, they were still desperate and wanted to go to the battlefield immediately to die under the enemy's sword.

"No, I can learn it just by touching it every day."

"It's just that these Braille characters are too small. If I look at them for too long, everything becomes blurry in front of my eyes."

Hughes said truthfully that he could not see very far because he had been staring at the Braille board in his hand for too long and had become nearsighted.

Considering that the board is a mute teacher and the world is a transcendental world, myopia may be more than just myopia.

Polk was not idle just now. He asked the old people around here. They vaguely remembered that the person who taught the blind old man was also a blind man.

"If you use this thing for a long time, it will make you blind."

……

"Becoming blind?"

Ryan looked at the Braille board in front of him. The various bumps on it reminded him of ancient printing plates.

"Is there a curse on it?"

"Perhaps."

Rose put the braille board on the table and spoke ambiguously.

"What's the meaning."

Ryan asked, and Rose sorted out her words and said concisely:

"Maybe there's a curse on it, but I'm not qualified to see it."

"Any forbidden knowledge cannot be spread casually, especially the ancient knowledge that is difficult to record even in human history."

The curse of knowledge?
Ryan was not too shocked. In his opinion, in the supernatural world, the more powerful the supernatural knowledge, the closer it is to uniqueness. This is normal. It is common for powerful beings to curse their inherited knowledge.

But this thing... ?
Ryan subconsciously looked at the Braille board. Except for Hughes, it seemed that no one else could gain Braille knowledge by just touching it.

So this piece of wood is also a powerful forbidden supernatural object?
"Is there anything special about that Hughes?"

In front of him, Polk thought about it and shook his head.

"He is very ordinary. He often digs wild vegetables and grass roots with other people in Blue Butterfly City. He seemed very active before, but after his eyesight became bad, he was not willing to go out." Rose spoke again at this time:
"The easiest way is to kill him and then seal up this wooden board of Braille inheritance. If there really is a god still existing, He will appear."

Ryan thought about it, then shook his head.

If there really is some great power preventing him from completely conquering Nidhoggr, it cannot be solved by killing an ordinary person. His goal is to obtain all the power of Nidhoggr and then successfully obtain the qualification to open the next world.

"Return the things to Hughes, and then arrange for someone to keep an eye on him. Report any abnormalities immediately. Also, have Egil and Sven go look for the angel who fell into the deep sea."

Surtur slapped the angel and made it fall into the ocean of Nidhogg. That angel was a servant of the Dawn. In case of any emergency, Lion needed the faith of the Lord of the Dawn to prevent the angel from being hostile to him.

As for why Sven is needed.

The answer is very simple. Ryan went to see Archbishop Adriana in person and asked her to give Sven the identity of a Dawn believer.

What was Archbishop Adriana’s response?
No one would doubt his identity as a believer of the Dawn.

Even angels wouldn't.

Snow and wind. It was summer, and even in the frozen land, there was no snow and wind. However, in the world of Nidhogg, the violent snow and wind were like the breath of an angry dragon, continuously flooding the frozen ocean of this world.

Nidhogg is bearing the full force of the North.

Egil and Sven were riding on two tall northern warhorses. The latter did not dare to take off his cloak and hood, while the former took off his hat from time to time and sniffed his nose.

"This way."

Egil spoke up, and the two of them headed in the direction where the snowstorm was coming from.

"That angel injured a divine being. Do you think he will kill us?"

Sven was shivering in his hat, not because he was afraid, but because it was so cold.

Apart from that, there is only curiosity about angels, incomparable and intense curiosity.

He is a bard, and nothing can stop his desire for unknown stories. Angels can undoubtedly become the protagonist of a brand new chapter in his bardic path.

"how could I know."

Three white wolves quietly appeared beside Egil in the wind and snow. Sven was curious about everything, but Egil was so indifferent to everything. Even in the frozen land, he lived in the territory of Ryan like a lone traveler.

The three summoned white wolves are all he has.

"Is there any movement?"

Sven and Egil were also familiar with the situation. When they saw the three white wolves appear, they nervously clenched a dagger under their cloaks and turned around to look around.

I couldn't see anything. The world was white. The sky was filled with flying snow, and under my feet was the sea that was frozen by the power of the North.

He was also curious about why the sea froze so quickly, and later found out that it was the work of those thirty-six terrible magicians.

The next moment, Sven was knocked down by a tall white wolf while he was still thinking. At the same moment, the Northern Warhorse under Sven screamed and leaped forward.

But it was too late. The ice under his feet shattered in an instant, and the bloody mouth of the deep-sea monster fish bit towards the warhorse amid the flying ice.

What is the worst outcome of the coming of the North?
It's not the cold environment, but the scarcity of food.

For any life that needs food and nutrition, this outcome is the most extreme and terrible.

This fish is no exception. In its eyes, the Northern Warhorse is food that comes as a timely help.

In the ice and snow, the Northern Warhorse is much stronger and more agile than ordinary horses. It is not slow and did not fall into the icy water.

Just because of the sneak attack, the strange fish with a mouth full of fangs still has the upper hand.

Just as the bloody mouth was about to bite the warhorse's hind leg, Egil suddenly appeared between the two, and the next moment the dagger at his waist stabbed towards the gills of the strange fish.

The strange fish was quite large, so a dagger like this shouldn't have caused much damage. However, the moment the dagger penetrated its body, the entire body of the strange fish began to tremble, and infinite fear appeared in its narrow and horrified eyes, as if it was being bitten by countless vicious wolves.

Until death.

boom!
The strange fish fell, and Egil kicked the body into the cracked hole. As the body of the strange fish slid in, a scene that made the two men's scalps tingle appeared.

Below the crack with a diameter of less than two meters, the sea water suddenly surged, and dense and smooth fish skins emerged, scrambling and biting the dead body of the strange fish frantically.

In just a few seconds, the sea water turned only blood red. Perhaps because of the stimulation of the blood, the densely packed strange fish began to bite each other. Every strange fish with wounds on its body and bleeding was their target.

“This is a school of fish, not hunting alone.”

Egil quickly ran to Sven, picked him up and walked to the side of the warhorse.

"Run!"

Egil roared and slapped his warhorse on the buttocks. The reason was simply that the riot of fish under the ice caused cracks to appear on the frozen sea surface.

The galloping of the war horses also helped the fish find their direction. A large number of strange fish from the deep sea that had recently surfaced chased after them. Their galloping caused the ice under the feet of the two men to crack faster and faster, and they chased and bit the two war horses closely.

Egil and Sven naturally did not dare to stop. The wind and snow ahead were getting stronger and stronger. Egil had to slow down a bit to help Sven deal with the deep-sea monster fish that would suddenly blast out of the ice from time to time under their feet.

"The further north you go, the thicker the ice becomes. They will be safe if they can't push through the ice."

Egil roared loudly, and the manic young man who had fought with Ryan seemed to have come back at this moment. He actually jumped off his horse and stood in place fighting with the strange fish that kept blasting out of the ice around him.

boom! ! !
The ice suddenly cracked, and Egil fell into the icy sea along with the broken ice under his feet. Sven in front turned around and stopped his horse to help, but suddenly he saw Egil standing on the backs of several fish in the boiling sea water, tearing apart all the approaching strange fish with his bare hands.

"you go!"

Egil roared violently, and Sven couldn't help swallowing. He had heard that several followers of Lord Ryan had undergone qualitative changes after bathing in dragon blood. He couldn't help being shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

Sven didn't dare to stay and soon disappeared in the hazy wind and snow.

At the original spot, Egil was becoming more and more crazy. In the turbid ocean of blood, he was not affected at all by falling into the water. Not only him, but also the three white wolves around him were swimming in the sea as if it were flat ground. They swam very fast on their four legs and kept biting the strange fish that were approaching.

"come!"

Egil jumped out of the water by stepping on the back of a fish. He grabbed the upper and lower jaws of another strange fish with both hands. The terrifying force directly tore the strange fish into two halves. He bit the bright red flesh, which was very tender.

Time went on like this until Egil realized he was tired.

The white wolf jumped out and sent him to the ice. The wind and snow covered Sven's blood and energy.

Just as Egil was thinking about where to go, he suddenly heard a faint call in his ears.

Is that Sven's voice?
Egil looked around, then headed in the direction of the sound.

A few hours later, Egil suddenly found that the snow and wind around him were not so hazy anymore.

As he continued to move forward, he even heard the low howls of wild beasts.

Sven's voice also came from it.

"Warcraft?"

Egil suspected that some powerful monster was simulating a peaceful environment in the wind and snow to lure lost lambs for hunting.

But soon, he found out that he was wrong.

The wind and snow disappeared completely, and even the sunlight above was brighter than ever before. Egil saw the magical beasts lying and sitting quietly on the ice.

They formed a circle, like the most devout believers facing the center. On the periphery of the circle were dead monsters, and in the center of the circle, an angel was suspended.

She is in the golden sunshine.

Sven stood below the angel and waved at him.

(End of this chapter)