The sound of the howling wind came from afar.

The climate in the Northlands has always been much colder than much in the southern part of the Emerald Bay, and this white snowy field has been called a biting place by many bards on the continent, but a human army has chosen to set up a heavily guarded military camp here in the evening of that day.

Pierdigo Ducalet is a noble son from the hinterland of the Golden Warbler Empire, who has just turned twenty-five today, and is a blonde and blue-eyed viscount.

Dressed in a polished suit of armor and a gray fluffy cloak, the young knight climbed up to the guard tower at the entrance of the barracks surrounded by several guards, and looked into the distance with two slender eyes, and a haughty smile hung on the corner of his mouth and exclaimed: "What a spectacular view, Adjutant Milk." If I'm not mistaken, the dark realm of undead creatures is said to have been established in the depths of this snowfall, and the name of that place seems to be Byron Tas, which is exactly what we are going to conquer, right? ”

"Your memory is as reliable as the wisdom of your ancestors, my lord." The middle-aged lieutenant soldier named Milke stood behind the Viscount, squeezed out a smile with a broken nose, and said flattering words, "The king of those undead monsters is said to be a zombie named Erdon who can cast magic. ”

"You mean a high-ranking corpse witch? Or the Lich? Pierdigaux looked back and sneered.

"But most of the time it hides in a cold cellar and transcribes scrolls, not necessarily understanding the cruelty of war." Milk, reading the disdain in Lord Sir's eyes, chose to continue the flattery.

"Then that's all it is. When this expedition is over, I will return to the Imperial Capital with great merits, receive the title of His Majesty the Emperor, and receive higher titles, as well as more land and people. Adjutant Milk, your performance by my side will also draw my attention to you, and perhaps you will have a knight's estate for the rest of your life, and you will be called a lord. The young viscount felt a burst of relief in his ears, nodded happily, and casually promised to give the adjutant soldier next to him a ladder to climb to the upper circle.

As the words fell, he turned from the railing of the watchtower to leave.

"Oh, yes." However, something suddenly occurred in his mind, and he stopped his steps that had not yet taken a step back, looked into Milk's eyes, and then asked, "Speaking of knights—Mr. Adjutant, is that Arranster barbarian we picked up in the snow during the day still alive?" ”

"You mean the slave knight? Well...... I remember his name as Urs, and the beast priestess who had gone with him on the expedition was taking care of him, and it was almost time to wake up. Milk reminisced for a moment, then reached out to a tent in the barracks.

Follow the direction of the fingers of the middle-aged adjutant soldier.

Urs moved his fingers, and woke up from his coma for the second time, feeling the exhaustion and weariness that had pervaded his body fade considerably.

He tried to open his eyes, and saw the inside of a single tent, while he lay flat on a shabby linen sleeping blanket.

The surrounding scene is somewhat unexpected, it doesn't look like the Forgotten Plateau, and it's not your own game room.

After a brief pause, he immediately checked his body and character attributes again, and he found that he was still the trumpet of the level 10 slave soldier who had turned into a level 1 barbarian class, and the emergency technical adjustment notice of the game system had not yet arrived, and his login status had neither been restored nor forced to quit the game.

"Strange, what the hell is going on?" His brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself, with a bad premonition in his heart.

Just then, a familiar voice came from the door: "Ah, Urs, are you awake?" ”

Searching for the direction of the sound, Urs sat up from the sleeping carpet and saw a silver-haired girl in a white robe who happened to lift the curtain of the tent and walked into his sight, opening a pair of amber eyes with a surprised and innocent smile to look into his eyes, and two fluffy white wolf ears emerged from under the light silver hair.

He froze.

"Thea?" Then he came back to his senses and subconsciously called out the girl's name, but then realized that he didn't know each other at all.

Suddenly, Urs felt that his head was like a wooden board rolled into a whirlpool, and the memories of the past suddenly became confused, and a strange memory took the opportunity to burrow into his mind, and tried to tell him with all his might—don't doubt it, young man, your name is still Urs, but now you are no longer the legendary warrior you once were, but a native who really lives on the continent of Castaño.

In this world, you were born in the southern region of the Emerald Bay in the Arranster region, and as a child you were trafficked to the mines on the northern edge of the Golden Warbler Empire as a slave slave, and at the age of fifteen you were selected by a local levy officer to enlist in the army, and began your military career as a slave soldier.

For five years, your humble status hindered your progress through the ages, but your courage and strength were appreciated by chance by the Earl of the Northland, and you were given a surname and a special title called Slave Knight by your lord, and this twisted honor was tattooed on the skin of your neck, where you could feel a shackled coat of arms in the shape of a brand.

The present date is 769 A.D., the year of the candle and the fourteenth day of the month of snowmelt. Your allegiance to the Empire has launched a holy crusade of religious significance against a realm of the undead hidden deep in the snowfields of the Northland. The Earl of Northland, who had promoted you, had nominated you to participate in this holy war, but Viscount Bildigauard, who commanded the expeditionary force, for some reason made things difficult for you, and even ordered you to go alone in the middle of the night to reconnoiter the enemy, without rest.

The snow and the nerves were almost exhausting, and if it weren't for this bizarre crossing, you might have been killed by the skeleton soldiers you encountered yesterday, and then died in the morning light of the rising sun.

As for the future, your soul will remain yourself, and your physical body will become another person with the same name as you.

Past lives and present lives, the two become one.

This is where the sudden memory ends.

Urs's eyes widened in amazement, and he slowly raised his right hand, put the palm in front of his eyes and shook it, feeling cold beads of sweat dripping from the skin on his back.

Castaño Continent, Emerald Bay, Year of Candlelight -

That's right.

As unbelievable as it may be, he is now sure that he has indeed arrived in the world he loved and fought for, and even crossed the corridor of time and plane back to the point in time when the main story of the game began.

Everything in the world has returned to the starting point.

The only difference is that he lives in a real world now, and the game system that still resides in the depths of his mind.