Charlotte didn't know how long she had been asleep.

When her consciousness revived, it was awakened by the sound of whimpering wind and biting coldness.

When I opened my eyes slowly, I was greeted not by the coffin lid inlaid with luminous crystals.

Instead, there is a roof made of grass, stones, and wood.

Charlotte lay on a clump of hay, covered with a stained gray-black sheepskin blanket, the roof creaked in the bitter wind, and seemed to be ready to topple at any moment, and the shadowy light of the fire lit up the whole world, and she could hear the crackling of firewood and smell the smell of burnt wood and moldy grass.

Specks of snow were carried in by the cold wind through the loopholes in the eaves and windows, and fell crystal and fell on Charlotte's little face, cold and cold, gradually awakening her stagnant thoughts.

Looking at this strange thatched house, Charlotte was a little dazed.

Wait a minute......

Didn't you sleep in a coffin yourself?

Where is this?

Charlotte tried to get up, but her limbs were aching and sluggish like rusty machinery that hadn't moved for centuries.

Charlotte doesn't believe in evil, she tries to use her magic, and then she is shocked to find that the magic in her body has disappeared.

This discovery made Charlotte suddenly shake, and she could no longer care about the sluggishness and soreness of her limbs, and quickly struggled to get up.

"Yo, you're awake."

A hoarse and low voice sounded on 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 shrouded in animal skins, carrying a bow and arrow, and a hunting knife sitting near the burning campfire not far away.

Change source app, view the latest chapters of the book on multiple sites at the same time. 】

It was a middle-aged man, with a beard as lush as a forest, and his pale blue eyes glowed with the vicissitudes of life.

"Don't be afraid, I don't have any malicious intent, I just saw you unconscious outside, worried that you would encounter something unexpected in the wind and snow, so I brought you in."

Looking at Charlotte with a wary face, the middle-aged man said.

In the snow?

Accidents?

Charlotte was a little confused.

She looked down at herself and saw that she was still wearing the nightgown she had chosen to enter the coffin before she fell asleep, but with an ill-fitting fur coat draped over it.

Of course, it was not appropriate to say that it was an overcoat, and in Charlotte's view, it was more like a fur for keeping warm in primitive tribes, and more like a cloak than a garment.

"Who are you? Where is this? ”

Feeling the bitter cold wind, Charlotte tightened her fur slightly and asked vigilantly.

"My name is Havedan, and I'm a Tempest Hunter, or you can call me Bearded. As for here...... This is the northern frontier of the Land of Towers, a place where the divine light of the Apocalypse can hardly shine. ”

The middle-aged hunter said.

The Land of Towers?

Apocalypse?

Divine light?

Listening to the words of the hunter named Hafdan, Charlotte was a little confused.

She understands these words alone, but she can't understand them when they are connected.

She had never heard of the country of towers, let alone the Apocalypse, who had made up for the customs and political situation in various parts of the Miriad Continent.

Charlotte's first thought was that she was still in a dream, but if she was in a dream, then the dream was too real.

She squeezed her thighs hard.

Hiss –

Hurt.

This...... It doesn't seem to be a dream!

It's just, if it wasn't a dream, how could she sleep in such a place like a northern tribe?!

"Your Excellency Havedan, may I ask you...... What day is today? What year was it again? ”

After thinking about it, Charlotte asked.

"What is the month? No one in the Northern Frontier had ever remembered this, but the last time the Central Tower sent an Apocalypse was ten days ago, and if you do the math, it should be the eleventh day of the Cold Wind Moon. ”

"As for how many years...... It should be the year 466 of the Apocalypse. ”

The middle-aged hunter Hafdan shook his head and said.

The Moon of the Cold Wind? Apocalypse 466?

Charlotte was even more confused.

Although I can't understand the cold wind moon, I can roughly guess that it should be winter.

She fell asleep on September 15, 1445 in the sacred calendar, and it would indeed be winter when she woke up.

But what the hell is Apocalypse 466?

She'd never heard of it!

Since the Unnet Empire supported by the Holy Court unified the continent, even the stubborn elves have changed the calendar, and this apocalypse year has popped out of a crack in the stone?

Could it be that she slept and crossed over?

But it's not right, the language is circulating, although the other party's accent is a little awkward and obscure, but it is indeed the dedemonization and improved lingua franca inherited from the elves in the Miria Continent.

Or rather...... I don't know how many years she slept this night?

Looking at Charlotte with a dazed expression, the middle-aged hunter Hafdan hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Look at what you are dressed and how you dress, you ...... It shouldn't be from northern Xinjiang, right? Are you a genus of the Apocalypse? Why is he unconscious in the wilderness? ”

"Apocalypse...... The genus? ”

Charlotte was stunned, completely unaware of what the other party was talking about.

After a little thought, she shook her head lightly and said:

"I ...... I don't know, I can't seem to remember a lot of things. ”

"Can't remember?"

Hafdan frowned and asked:

"And do you remember your name?"

Charlotte was about to answer, but her heart moved slightly, and she shook her head again:

"I ...... I don't remember it either. ”

"Don't remember either?"

Hafdan's brow furrowed even deeper.

He looked at Charlotte carefully and muttered:

"Your clothes are by no means owned by the Northern Frontier, they look more like the costumes of the Apocalypse Lords."

"Not only that, but even though you don't have the ears of a god, you have an almost god-like appearance, I think...... Your identity must be related to the Apocalypse, perhaps the Apocalypse, or ...... It's the heir of the apocalypse. ”

"Apocalypse? Heir of the Apocalypse? What is that? And what is the Apocalypse? ”

Charlotte frowned.

Halfdan was in awe and awe:

"The Apocalypse Scrolls are naturally followers of the Apocalypse Adults, who have been endowed with god-like powers by the Apocalypse Masters, capable of controlling flames, and capable of controlling wind and snow......"

"As for the Heir of the Apocalypse...... It was the descendant of the Apocalypse and the Chosen One, with the blood of the Apocalypse flowing in his body, and he also possessed the power of a god. ”

"As for the Apocalypse......"

Hafdan's expression was solemn, and his face was in awe:

"They are the descendants of the gods, they possess the power of the gods, they are the founders of the Age of Revelation, and they are the masters of all spirits...... They have traveled across the ocean from the Divine Grace Continent and brought transcendence and power to the savage world of Miria! ”