Charlotte didn't know how long she slept.
When she regained consciousness, she was awakened by the whimpering wind and the biting coldness.
Slowly opening his eyes, what he saw was not the coffin lid inlaid with luminous crystal.
Instead, there was a roof made of grass, stones and wood.
Charlotte was lying on a ball of hay, covered with a stained gray-black sheepskin blanket. The strong wind made the roof creak, and it seemed that it could topple at any time. The shadowy firelight dimmed the whole world. Deeply, you can hear the crackling sound of firewood burning, and smell the smell of burnt wood and moldy vegetation.
Bits of snowflakes were brought in by the cold wind through the holes in the eaves and windows. They fell crystally and landed on Charlotte's little face. They were ice-cold and gradually awakened her stagnant thoughts.
Looking at this unfamiliar thatched house, Charlotte was a little confused.
etc……
Aren't you sleeping in a coffin?
Where is this?
Charlotte tried to get up, but her limbs were filled with indescribable soreness and sluggishness, as if they were rusty machinery that had not moved for centuries.
Charlotte didn't believe in evil, so she tried to use her magic power, and then she was shocked to find that the magic power in her body disappeared.
This discovery immediately shocked Charlotte. She no longer cared about the sluggishness and soreness of her limbs, and quickly struggled to get up.
"Hey, you're awake."
A hoarse, low voice sounded from the side with an obscure accent, which instantly aroused Charlotte's vigilance.
She looked to the side like a frightened little rabbit, and saw a tall figure covered in animal skins sitting next to a burning bonfire not far away, carrying a bow and arrow on his back, and wearing a hunting knife.
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It was a middle-aged man with a beard as lush as a forest, and his pale blue eyes revealed the turbid light of many years of experience.
"Don't be afraid. I have no ill intentions. I just saw you unconscious outside and was worried that something might happen to you in the snow, so I brought you in."
Looking at Charlotte who looked wary, the middle-aged man said.
In the snow?
Unexpected?
Charlotte was a little confused.
She looked down at herself and found that she was still wearing the nightgown she had chosen when she entered the coffin before falling asleep, but she also wore an ill-fitting animal skin coat over the nightgown.
Of course, it's not appropriate to call it a coat. In Charlotte's opinion, it was more like the fur used by primitive tribes to keep warm. It was more like a cloak than clothes.
"Who are you? Where are you?"
Feeling the biting cold wind, Charlotte tightened her fur slightly and asked warily.
"My name is Halfdan, and I am a wind hunter. You can also call me Bearded. As for here... this is the northern border of the Kingdom of Towers, a place where the divine light of the Apocalypse cannot shine."
The middle-aged hunter said.
The kingdom of towers?
Apocalypse?
Divine light?
After hearing the words of the hunter named Halfdan, Charlotte was a little confused.
She could understand these words individually, but she couldn't understand them when they were put together.
Having made up for the local customs and political situations in various parts of the Miria continent, she had never heard of a country of towers, let alone an apocalypse.
Charlotte's first thought was that she was still in a dream, but if she was in a dream, then this dream was too real.
She squeezed her thigh hard.
hiss--
pain.
This... doesn't seem to be a dream!
But, if it wasn't a dream, how could she sleep in such a place like a northern tribe? !
"Sir Halfdan, may I ask...what day is today? And what year is it?"
Charlotte asked after thinking for a while.
"What day is it? No one in Northern Xinjiang has ever remembered these. However, the last time the Central Tower sent the Apocalypse was ten days ago. If you do the math, it should be the eleventh day of the Cold Wind Month."
"As for how many years... it should be Apocalypse 466."
The middle-aged hunter Halfdan shook his head and said.
Cold Moon? Apocalypse 466?
Charlotte was even more confused.
Although Hanfeng Zhiyue couldn't understand it, he could roughly guess that it meant winter.
She fell asleep on September 15, 1445 in the Holy Calendar. Calculating the time, it should indeed be winter when she woke up.
But what the hell is Apocalypse 466?
She had never heard of this kind of calendar!
Since the Yunet Empire supported by the Holy Royal Court unified the continent, even the stubborn elves have changed their calendars. Where did this apocalyptic year come from?
Could it be that she slept and traveled back in time?
But that’s not right. The language is universal. Although the other party’s accent is a bit hard to pronounce and obscure, it is indeed the de-demonized and improved common language inherited from the elves in the Miria continent.
Or...she has been sleeping for who knows how many years?
Looking at Charlotte waiting with a confused expression, the middle-aged hunter Halfdan hesitated for a moment and asked:
"Looking at your clothes and appearance, you...should not be from Northern Xinjiang, right? Are you a member of the Apocalypse? Why are you unconscious in the wilderness?"
"The volume of the Apocalypse...?"
Charlotte was stunned, having no idea what the other person was talking about.
After thinking for a moment, she shook her head slightly and said:
"I... don't know, I can't seem to remember a lot of things."
"Can not remember?"
Halfdan frowned and asked:
"Then do you still remember your name?"
Charlotte was about to answer, but her heart moved slightly and she shook her head again:
"I...don't remember either."
"Don't remember either?"
Halfdan's frown deepened.
He looked at Charlotte carefully and said thoughtfully:
"Your clothes definitely don't belong to Northern Xinjiang. They look more like the clothes of the Apocalypse adults."
"Not only that, although you don't have the ears of God, you have an appearance that is almost like a god. I think... your identity must be related to the One of Apocalypse. Maybe you are a descendant of Apocalypse, or... you are an heir of Apocalypse."
"Apocalypse volume? Apocalypse benefactor? What is that? What is the Apocalypse?"
Charlotte frowned.
Halfdan looked full of yearning and awe:
"Apocalypse scrolls are naturally followers of the Apocalypse adults. They were given god-like power by the Apocalypse adults, able to control flames, and control wind and snow..."
"As for the Apocalypse's benefactor... they are the descendants of the Apocalypse and the Chosen One. The blood of Apocalypse flows in their bodies, and they also have the power of gods."
"As for the Apocalypse..."
Halfdan looked solemn and in awe:
"They are the descendants of gods, possessing gods-like power, the founders of the age of divine enlightenment, and the masters of all spirits... They came across the ocean from the Divine Grace Continent and brought the world of Miria to the wild world. Transcendence and power!”
