The endless white, the frozen trees are dull, the silence lingers, and the world seems to be still asleep. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Crunch... Crunch..."

The sound of snow trampling echoes in the silence of the forest.

"What is this place?"

Duan Feng frowned as he walked, looking around at the forest around him.

As soon as he appeared, he was in this forest, and everywhere he passed, there were always white and frozen trees.

And I don't know why, the apocalypse can't connect to the network. To be more precise, it seems that there is no Internet at all in this world, and if there is no Internet, let alone connect to the Internet.

If it was just that there was no network, Duan Feng could still guess that he had arrived in ancient times or another world. However, Duan Feng had also seen a lamppost shining brightly before, and it seemed that it was still a product of the twentieth century.

This made Duan Feng wonder if he had arrived in the world of World War I or World War II.

It was only in the era of World War I and World War II that there were both technology products and no Internet.

In the snow, shallow or deep footprints were left along with Duan Feng's footprints.

Originally, according to the speculative era of this world, Duan Feng planned to fly directly into the sky to check out this forest.

However, a circular room he saw on the way made Duan Feng cancel this idea, and it also made Duan Feng overturn his speculation and wonder if he was no longer on Earth.

This is not to blame Duan Feng, it is really that the style of painting has changed too quickly, directly from the twentieth century to fantasy.

It was a bowl upside down on the ground made of sticks, mud, and ice, similar to the Eskimos' ice houses.

When Duan Feng first passed by and saw it, he thought that someone lived inside, but no one answered, so in desperation, Duan Feng wanted to go in and have a look.

"If no one is there, I'll come in." Duan Feng pushed open the small wooden door, bent down and walked in.

The room was not big, and Duan Feng had a rough look at it at a glance.

In the middle of the room was a small round table with a plate of dried fish. To the left of the table was a bookshelf against the wall, on which there were a few or three books.

On the right is a kitchen, with a ...... standing next to the stove Tanuki?

Duan Feng was stunned for a while, and instinctively rubbed his eyes.

"What a tanuki?!"

After repeatedly confirming that he was not mistaken, Duan Feng was stunned and stunned for a while. Looking at this tanuki that had been frozen in ice, after a long time, Duan Feng had to accept the reality that this hut belonged to this tanuki.

Because, the tanuki was holding a small shovel with an apron around it, combined with a plate of dried fish on the table, and it was obvious that the tanuki was cooking at the time.

Duan Feng took a deep breath and muttered, "It seems that this world is a fantasy world, which is really unexpected." ”

Looking at this frozen tanuki, Duan Feng wondered, "But, why was this tanuki frozen?" Who did this to you? Is this magic or witchcraft? ”

After fiddling with the frozen tanuki a few times, Duan Feng didn't see anything.

Then he walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and flipped through it twice, this book recorded the legendary stories of ancient heroes, which was of little use to Duan Feng.

"Apocalypse, can you know what kind of world this is?" Flipping through the book, Duan Feng asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but there is not enough information to make an accurate match." In the watch, the voice of the apocalypse came out, echoing in the small room.

Duan Feng expected this to be the case, after all, the information he currently has is indeed too little.

Closing the book and putting it back on the shelf, Duan Feng exited the room.

"It's really helpless."

Although he was in the snow, Duan Feng didn't feel very cold, and the coat he was wearing could keep him warm.

Anyway, it is also a high-end product that Duan Feng bought for tens of thousands of dollars, how can it be done without a little quality.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a string of footprints appeared in front of Duan Feng.

Duan Feng squatted down, looked at the footprints and said strangely: "This is the footprints of sheep, there are still sheep here?" ”

"Go this way."

Following the traces of the footprints, Duan Feng became interested, he wanted to know, what was the owner of this footprint a sheep? Or something else?

Don't say it's impossible, anything is possible in a fantasy world, from small elves to big dragons.

The footprints are long and walk all the way between the forests.

Following the footprints, Duan Feng came to the front of a small mountain, and the footprints led to here.

"There's a door."

In a depression in the mountain, there is a door that connects to the mountain wall.

"What's inside? A sheep sitting in a chair reading a book? Or a sheep cooking? ”

Duan Feng walked to the front of this door and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Knock knock!"

"Who is it?" A male voice came from inside the door.

"Excuse me, I'm passing by here and want to ask you about the situation around here." Duan Feng replied.

"Click!"

The door opened, and a figure appeared inside.

Seeing this figure, Duan Feng was stunned, because this figure was not a sheep, but a half-human and half-sheep, which was beyond his expectations.

The lower body is a sheep, and the upper body is a human, which is a half-orc, half-human sheep.

However, he had already been mentally prepared to encounter strange things, Duan Feng was stunned for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses.

"Hello, I'm ......"

"Ahh

Before Duan Feng finished speaking, the half-man sheep in the house screamed, as if he was very afraid of Duan Feng, and hurriedly closed the door again.

Fortunately, Duan Feng reacted quickly, and before the door closed, he used his hands and feet to block the door.

At this time, Duan Feng's face was very dazed.

This... The plot is not right!

I'm not afraid, you call it a yarn. You're a monster, half-human, half-sheep, no matter how you say it, it's not your turn to scream!

Duan Feng complained wildly in his heart.

"You, what are you going to do?" The centaur shuddered back.

Duan Feng was confused in his heart: What am I going to do? It's what you're going to do. What about your dignity as a monster?

Duan Feng was helpless, pushed open the door, and walked into the house of this half-human sheep.

The half-man sheep cowered in the corner, and when he saw that Duan Feng didn't do anything, he regained a little courage and said to Duan Feng: "This is my home, you let me out." ”

"Oh?"

Duan Feng pulled over a chair, looked at the half-human sheep, and said jokingly, "If I don't go out, what will you do?" ”

"I'll ......, I'll "

The half-man sheep repeated two words, and he didn't know what to do.

"What about you?"

"I'll report it to the White Witch, and she'll take you away." Centaur frightened.

"The White Witch? So what's your name? Where is this? Duan Feng asked curiously.

"My name is Duna, and this is the territory of the White Witch." Duna the Centaur replied.

Duan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and muttered, "White Witch, Half-Human Sheep, Ice and Snow, what kind of world is it?" Apocalypse. ”

"Sir, after detailed matching and comparison, the world you are currently in should be the world of The Chronicles of Narnia."

And Duna next to him was already dumbfounded, where did this voice come from?