Charlotte had no idea how long she slept.
When she regained consciousness, she was awakened by the howling wind and the biting cold.
Slowly opening his eyes, what came into view was not the coffin lid inlaid with luminous crystals.
In its place was a roof made of grass, stones and wood.
Charlotte was lying on a pile of hay, covered with a stained gray-black sheepskin blanket. The fierce wind made the roof creak, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time. The flickering firelight made the whole world dim. She could hear the crackling sound of burning firewood and smell the smell of burnt wood and moldy grass.
The cold wind brought in snowflakes through the holes in the eaves and windows, floating down and landing on Charlotte's little face, icy and cold, gradually awakening her sluggish thoughts.
Looking at this strange 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 felt indescribable soreness and sluggishness, as if they were rusty machines that had not moved for centuries.
Charlotte didn't believe it, so she tried to use her magic power, and then was shocked to find that the magic power in her body had disappeared.
This discovery gave Charlotte a sudden shock. She no longer cared about the sluggishness and soreness in her limbs and struggled to get up.
"Oh, you're awake."
A hoarse and low voice sounded beside her, 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, carrying a bow and arrow and a hunting knife, sitting next to a burning campfire not far away.
He was a middle-aged man with a beard as lush as a forest, and his pale blue eyes revealed a turbid light that showed he had experienced a lot.
"Don't be afraid. I have no ill intentions. I just saw you unconscious outside and was worried that you might get into trouble in the snowstorm, so I brought you in."
The middle-aged man said as he looked at Charlotte who looked alert.
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 over the nightgown she was wearing an ill-fitting fur coat.
Of course, it’s not quite right to call it a coat. In Charlotte’s opinion, it looks more like fur used by primitive tribes to keep warm. It’s more like a cloak than a piece of clothing.
"Who are you? Where is this place?"
Feeling the biting cold wind, Charlotte tightened her fur slightly and asked warily.
"My name is Halfdan, and I'm a wind hunter. You can also call me Big Beard. As for this place... This is the northern border of the Kingdom of the Tower, a place where the divine light of the Apocalypse cannot shine."
The middle-aged hunter said.
The Kingdom of Towers
The Revelation
Divine light
Charlotte was a little confused after hearing the words of the hunter named Halfdan.
She understood these words individually, but couldn't understand them when they were put together.
She had made up for the local customs and political situations in various parts of the Miria continent, but she had never heard of the Kingdom of the Tower, let alone the Apocalypse.
Charlotte's first thought was that she was still in a dream, but if she was, then this dream was too real.
She squeezed her thigh hard.
hiss-
pain.
This... doesn't seem to be a dream!
However, if this wasn't a dream, how could she have ended up sleeping in a place that looked like a northern tribe? !
"Sir Halfdan, may I ask... What month and day is it today? And what year is it?"
After thinking for a moment, Charlotte asked.
"What month and day? No one in the Northern Frontier has ever kept track of these things. However, the last time the Central Tower sent an apocalypse was ten days ago. If you calculate, it should be the eleventh day of the Cold Wind Month."
"As for how many years it is... it should be the 466th year of Tianqi."
The middle-aged hunter Halfdan shook his head and said.
The month of cold wind? The year of Apocalypse 466
Charlotte was even more confused.
Although I didn't understand what the word "Cold Wind Moon" meant, I could roughly guess that it referred to winter.
She fell asleep on September 15, 1445 of the Holy Calendar. If we calculate the time, it should have been winter when she woke up.
But what the hell is Apocalypse 466
She had never heard of such a calendar!
Ever since the Yunite Empire, supported by the Holy Royal Court, unified the continent, even the stubborn elves have changed their calendar. Where did this Apocalypse Calendar come from
Could it be that she traveled through time again after taking a nap
But that's not right either. The language is fluent. Although the other party's accent is a bit awkward and obscure, it is indeed the de-demonized and improved common language inherited from the elves on the continent of Miria.
Or maybe... she slept for who knows how many years
Looking at Charlotte who looked dazed, the middle-aged hunter Halfdan hesitated for a moment and asked:
"Looking at your clothes and appearance, you... shouldn't be from the Northern Frontier, right? Are you a member of the Apocalypse? Why are you unconscious in the wilderness?"
"The Apocalypse..."
Charlotte was stunned, having no idea what the other person was talking about.
After a little thought, she shook her head and said:
"I... I don't know. I can't seem to remember a lot of things."
"Can not remember?"
Halfdan frowned and asked:
"Do you remember your name?"
Charlotte was about to answer, but her heart moved slightly and she shook her head again:
"I... don't remember either."
"You don't remember either?"
Halfdan's frown deepened.
He looked at Charlotte carefully and said thoughtfully:
"Your clothes are definitely not from the Northern Frontier. They look more like the clothes of the Apocalypse Masters."
"Not only that, although you don't have the ears of God, you have an appearance that is almost like the face of God. I think... your identity must be related to the Apocalypse. Perhaps you belong to the Apocalypse, or perhaps... you are the heir of the Apocalypse."
"The Apocalypse? The Apocalypse's heir? What is that? And what is the Apocalypse?"
Charlotte frowned.
Halfdan looked awed and respectful:
"The Apocalypse Scrolls are naturally the followers of the Apocalypse Masters. They are endowed with divine powers by the Apocalypse Masters, and can control fire, wind and snow..."
"As for the descendants of Apocalypse... they are the descendants of the Lord of Apocalypse and the Chosen One. They have the blood of Apocalypse flowing in their bodies and also possess the power of gods."
"As for the Apocalypse..."
Halfdan's expression became serious and he looked awed:
"They are the descendants of gods, possessing god-like powers, the founders of the Age of Divine Revelation, and the masters of all spirits... They came from the continent of God's Grace across the ocean, bringing transcendence and power to the wild world of Miria!"