Chapter 1483: Brave New World (1)

Wilderness, wilderness, endless wilderness.

The more he set foot in this endless wilderness, the more panicked Arthur's heart became. The fear of the unknown can crush a normal person and even drive him crazy, even for Arthur, who is mentally stronger than ordinary people, this fear still makes him uneasy.

He didn't know where he was and where he should go. He didn't even know if he would be able to reach the end of this wilderness if he walked in the same direction like this. Maybe he used up his physical strength, died of thirst and starvation, and couldn't get out of this unknown wilderness?

Moreover, even if he was able to get out, what kind of world and what kind of country would he face? Perhaps this world was already a wasteland desolate after the Great War, where wolves, tigers, leopards, and evil beasts were rampant? Or perhaps the inhabitants of this world were extremely unfriendly, killing people when they saw them, and living a life of eating blood and cannibalism?

And now Arthur occupies the body of a weak young man, lacks physical strength, and the only weapon in his hand is even a slightly blunt dagger, and I am afraid that even self-protection will be a problem in case of danger -

It was so bad that it was as if all the bad luck had been released together and brought on Arthur when he first arrived in this new world.

And can he do something with his bravery and skill?

While Arthur was still in trouble, the sound of murmuring water suddenly sounded in his ears.

He turned his head to look for the source of the sound of the water, and found a small stream flowing through the grassland. Arthur couldn't help but be overjoyed, he knew that where there was water, there must be human tracks, and if he followed this stream, there was a good chance that he would find a village inhabited by humans, or even a larger town.

It was starting to get a little dark, and Arthur had to quicken his pace and keep running, hoping to get to the populated area before night fell. He began to run for about half a kilometer and began to run out of breath, feeling that he was about to die—the physical strength of this body was almost exactly the same as that of Arthur when he was a teenager, just as bad!

As the sky grew darker, the wilderness began to be filled with the roar of nightingales and the whispers of wild beasts, and Arthur's heart grew more and more anxious. When he felt that something was wrong and planned to find a place like a cave to make a fire and settle down, or at least find a taller tree to climb to keep himself safe, he found a sporadic light in the distance.

It's a village! There can be no mistake! The lights reflected the silhouette of the house, which was a simple, low-slung village house. But seeing this kind of village house at this time, Arthur couldn't help but be relieved, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. This kind of village, which seems to be poor and backward, has a relatively simple folk style, and will be enthusiastic to take in passing travelers, and will not ask more about Arthur's origins. Even if Arthur doesn't spend the night in the village, as long as he gets close to the village, the wild beasts of the wilderness won't come to infestation him—at least less likely.

In other words, it is safe to stay close to the village.

As Arthur thought, his legs were already uncontrollably approaching the small village, as if some kind of magic was guiding him. He almost forgot Merlin's advice to him: don't have too much contact with the people of this world.

When he approached the village to a dangerous distance that could easily be spotted by the villagers, he suddenly became alert and wanted to find a place to hide. But his alertness came too late—he had just run to a nearby tree to take refuge, when a girl's voice immediately stopped him:

"Who is it?!"

The voice was a little immature, and it was obvious that the girl was still underage, probably only twelve or thirteen years old, perhaps even younger. Her words were not in English, but French with a strong country accent.

Hearing this, Arthur couldn't help but rejoice that he had not been lazy in the past few years as the king of Great Britain. For the past seven years, he has been visiting European countries as king, with the aim of promoting exchanges and cooperation among countries and preparing for the coming great war. So Arthur was actually fluent in the languages of various European countries, at least French, German, and Latin. France is close to Great Britain and is one of the countries that King Arthur visited the most. In short, his level of French is not low at all, and even with such a strong native accent, it doesn't take much effort to understand it.

Although he understood, Arthur was unable to respond. Even if he barely learns to speak French, his British accent will certainly make him who he is, and as Merlin has told before, Arthur is better off keeping a low profile without knowing the situation in the countries of this time of the world.

Young Arthur did not answer the girl, but took advantage of the falling night to hide behind the shade of a tree, and hid most of his body in the shadows. And in this shadow, Arthur also followed the prestige and looked at the girl by the tree.

The sun sets over the western mountains, and the moon shadow hangs high.

In the faint light of the stars and moon, the Knight King saw a fair-skinned black-haired girl, who was kneeling in front of the tree at the moment, clasping her hands together, praying.

In Arthur's world, there was no god to pray to. Because most people believe in the chain of science brought about by photons, very few people are willing to believe in God anymore.

But this world is not the world that Arthur knew, after all, and judging from the pious look of the young girl praying with all her heart, the people of this world still have a strong belief in God?

I wonder what gods they believe in, and whether these gods have the same name as the gods in the history of Arthur's world?

The young man in front of him fell into a state of deep thought, and after a long time of no reply, the girl stopped praying and stared at Arthur with big watery eyes: "Are you really you?

Arthur didn't answer, and took another step back into the shade. He felt that the other party's words were wonderful, and he felt that he was about to be dragged into something extremely unpleasant. He was going to look at the words first, but if things started to go bad, he would run away.

"Oh, my lord, are you an angel, are you Michael?" asked the maiden, "I have been praying to the merciful God that he would send his messenger to help us. Did he really say yes?"

Arthur remained silent. What this girl said was not entirely wrong, Arthur really did not belong to this era of this world. He came from another world, as if he were something extraterrestrial, dominated by some consciousness in the underworld, and came to this place, in this case, to meet the girl in prayer.

Just as Arthur hesitated, a voice suddenly sounded in the sky. It was the sound of the wind, or more accurately, the roar of a weapon piercing through the air.

A silver sword, coming from somewhere in the middle of nowhere, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally plunged straight into the ground.

Right at Arthur's feet, less than a yard away!!

The silver sword reflected the moonlight, emitting a cold sword light. It was a highly enchanted sword, and it was incredibly powerful at first glance!

"You!" the girl looked at Arthur, and then at the silver sword on the ground, stunned.

"You are indeed an apostle!Oh, Mistress Michael!" the girl saw the sudden appearance of the sword as some kind of sign.

"Michael, Michael!" exclaimed, kneeling before Arthur almost in madness, "grant my request! Save our country!

The girl's words pierced King Arthur's nerves deeply.

Isn't England ?—— referring to Great Britain?

So, Great Britain is invading France?

What the hell is going on?!

Arthur had expected the madness of the new world he had arrived, but what was this madness? Could it be that the Knights of Great Britain, whom King Arthur prideed of, were doing a shameful deed of invading other countries?

So, a little girl is praying to God to summon King Arthur to this place and ask King Arthur to stop his British invasion of France. This is an international joke that a god who loves to play tricks on people in the dark?!

"You didn't answer," the girl looked at the young man in front of her, and couldn't help but wonder a little, "Can't you speak, Mistress Michael?"

Arthur decided to remain silent. In this case, he is absolutely silent. As soon as he spoke, his British accent would make him exposed, and given the awkward relationship between Great Britain – nay, England – and France at this time, Arthur's identity would only make him even more embarrassed!

However, he did not intend to let go of the sword on the ground. No matter how the girl understood Arthur's identity, it was absolutely impossible to have such a peerless sword on the ground and not take it. Arthur has just arrived in this new world, and he knows nothing about this world, only that this new world is full of dangers - and this sword will definitely become a weapon to protect Arthur from all kinds of dangers!

He pulled his sword from the ground.

The sword glowed coldly, and it seemed to be worse than when it had been stuck in the ground. What's even more strange is that this sword, both in weight and feel, is very similar to the Sword of the Holy King that Arthur has always used, and it is simply a replica of the Founding Sword of Great Britain!

It is definitely no accident that this sword will fall here at this moment. Could it be that Merlin secretly sent it?—— possibly, but not quite like it. Isn't Merlin unable to interfere with the world and can only watch the play from the sidelines? But apart from Merlin, Arthur really has no way to think of any other possibility, so he has to think so for the time being.

At this moment, something else suddenly happened.

Boom!—— deafening explosion rang out in that small village in the distance!