MTL - Tome of Blood-Chapter 238 -88-waking up

  Chapter 238-88-Awakening

  Charlotte didn't know how long she slept.

  When her consciousness regained consciousness, she was awakened by whimpering wind and biting coldness.

  Slowly opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was not the coffin lid inlaid with luminous crystals.

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

Charlotte was lying on a clump of hay, covered with a gray-black sheepskin blanket covered with stains, the roof creaked and creaked in the harsh wind, and seemed to fall down at any moment, and the faint flames dimmed the whole world Shen Shen, can hear the crackling sound of burning firewood, and smell the smell of burnt wood and moldy vegetation.

   Little snowflakes were brought in by the cold wind through the holes in the eaves and windows, and fell crystal clear, floating and falling on Charlotte's little face, icy cold, gradually awakening her sluggish thoughts.

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

etc…

  Aren't you sleeping in a coffin?

  Where is this?

  Charlotte tried to get up, but the limbs were indescribably sore and sluggish, like a rusty machine that hadn't been moved for centuries.

  Charlotte did not believe in evil, she tried to use her magic power, and then she was shocked to find that the magic power in her body had disappeared.

  This discovery made Charlotte tremble immediately, she no longer cared about the sluggishness and soreness of her limbs, and hurriedly struggled to get up.

   "Yo, you're awake."

  A hoarse and deep voice sounded from the side, with an obscure accent, which instantly aroused Charlotte's vigilance.

  She looked towards the side like a frightened little rabbit, and saw a tall figure covered in animal skin clothes, carrying a bow and arrow, and wearing a hunting knife sitting beside the burning bonfire not far away.

  It was a middle-aged man, he had a beard as lush as a forest, and his blue eyes revealed the gloomy light of the vicissitudes of life.

   "Don't be afraid, I didn't have any malicious intentions, I just brought you in because I saw you unconscious outside and worried that you would encounter accidents in the snowstorm."

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

  In the snow?

  Unexpected?

  Charlotte was a little puzzled.

  She looked down at herself, and found that she was still wearing the nightdress she chose when she entered the coffin before falling asleep, but she also wore an ill-fitting animal fur coat over the nightdress.

  Of course, it’s not appropriate to call it a coat. In Charlotte’s view, it is more like the fur used in primitive tribes to keep warm. It is more like a cloak than clothes.

   "Who are you? Where is this place?"

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

   "My name is Halfdan, and I am a Gale Hunter. You can also call me Big Beard. As for this... This is the northern border of the Kingdom of Towers, where the divine light of the Apocalypse is difficult to shine."

  The middle-aged hunter said.

  Land of Towers?

  Apocalypse?

  Shen Guang?

  After hearing what the hunter named Halfdan said, Charlotte was a little dazed.

  She understood these words individually, but she couldn't understand them together.

  Having experienced the customs and political situation in various parts of the Myria continent, she has never heard of the kingdom of towers, let alone any apocalypse.

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

  She squeezed her thigh hard.

   Hiss—

   hurts.

  This...doesn't seem like a dream!

   But, if it wasn't a dream, why did she sleep in such a place like a northern tribe? !

   "Your Excellency Halfdan, may I ask... what date is today? What year is it again?"

   After thinking about it, Charlotte asked.

   "What month and date? No one in Northern Xinjiang has ever remembered this, but the last time the central tower sent an Apocalypse was ten days ago. If you do the math, it should be the eleventh day of the cold wind month."

   "As for how many years...it should be the 466th year of the apocalypse."

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

   Cold Moon? Apocalypse 466 years?

  Charlotte was even more confused.

  Although I can't understand the cold moon, I can roughly guess that it refers to winter.

  She fell asleep on September 15, 1445 in the sacred calendar. If you calculate the time, it should indeed be winter after she wakes up.

   But what the **** is Apocalypse 466?

  She has never heard of this calendar!

  Since the Unet Empire supported by the Holy Royal Court unified the mainland, even the stubborn elves have changed their calendars. Where did this apocalypse come out from?

   Could it be that she slept through time again?

   But it’s not right, 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 in the Myria continent.

   Or... how many years has she been asleep?

  Watching Charlotte waiting in a trance, the middle-aged hunter Halfdan hesitated and asked:

   "Looking at your clothes and attire, you... you shouldn't be from Northern Xinjiang, right? Are you a member of the Apocalypse? Why are you unconscious in the wilderness?"

   "A dependent of the Apocalypse...?"

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

   After thinking for a while, she shook her head slightly and said:

   "I...don't know, I don't seem to remember many things clearly."

"Can not remember?"

  Halfdan frowned and asked:

   "Then do you remember what your name is?"

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

   "I...don't remember either."

   "Don't remember either?"

  Halfdan frowned even deeper.

  He looked at Charlotte carefully, and pondered:

   "Your clothes are by no means owned by Beijiang. They look more like the clothes of the Apocalypse adults."

   "Not only that, although you don't have the ear of God, but you have an appearance that is almost like the face of God. I think... your identity must be related to the person of Apocalypse, maybe a member of Apocalypse, maybe... an heir of Apocalypse."

   "Apocalypse's family? Apocalypse's heir? What is that? What is the Apocalypse?"

  Charlotte frowned.

  Halfdan looked yearning and in awe:

   "Apocalypse's family members are naturally followers of the Apocalypse adults. They have been given god-like power by the Apocalypse adults. They can control flames and wind and snow..."

   "As for Apocalypse's descendant...that is the descendant of the Apocalypse Master and the Chosen One, the blood of Apocalypse flows in his body, and he also has the power of a god."

   "As for the Apocalypse..."

  Halfdan looked serious, showing awe:

"They are the descendants of the gods, possessing the power of gods, the founders of the era of divine enlightenment, and the masters of all spirits... They came across the ocean from the continent of divine grace, and brought extraordinary powers to the wild world of Myria. and power!"

  (end of this chapter)