Chapter 239 -89- Traveling through a Thousand Years
A biting wind was blowing, the sky outside the window was gloomy, and the rolling clouds were like an ocean in a storm, turbulent like tides.
Charlotte, covered in black animal skins, sat in front of the campfire, holding a wooden cup filled with hot water in both hands, listening to Halfdan introduce everything about this country.
This place is in the north of the Miria continent, a country called the Kingdom of Towers.
The rulers of the kingdom are a group of beings revered as the Apocalypse.
They possess god-like beautiful appearances and transcendent powers. They came here from the distant kingdom of divine grace during the terrifying and chaotic era of the Cataclysm of the Fall of Gods.
In the stories passed down orally by the old people in northern Xinjiang, the Apocalypse came to Miria like saviors.
They defeated the evil old gods, built towers in the wilderness, enlightened civilization, and brought new life to the northern people who were struggling in the wind and snow.
Since the central tower was erected, the Apocalypse has ruled Northern Xinjiang for more than four hundred years. The day when the Chosen One defeated the old gods and built the tower was called the first year of Apocalypse by the people of the north.
The first year of Apocalypse begins the era of Apocalypse, and the Apocalypse is the symbol of authority and holiness in the Kingdom of Towers!
Charlotte listened quietly to Halfdan's story about the history of the Kingdom of Towers.
In this hunter's eyes, all she saw was yearning and awe for the Apocalypse.
Especially when it comes to the mythical power controlled by the Apocalypse, the fear and desire for "mythical power" are almost beyond words.
"Mr. Halfdan, you... seem to admire the Apocalypse quite a lot? You said that I look very similar to them? Can we talk about it in detail?"
Charlotte asked calmly.
Halfdan nodded and said:
"Oh, of course. The Apocalypse looks very similar to us Northerners. However, their skin is more delicate and smooth, like flowing milk. They almost never age or die. Their life span is far longer than that of us mortals. And their
The power of the gods that I have mastered can easily defeat all wild beasts..."
"Without them, the North would probably still be under the ravages of brutal beasts. Without them, I don't know how many northern people would have died under the ice and snow storms of the old gods and the claws of brutal beasts..."
"Oh, by the way, the most eye-catching symbol of the Apocalypse is their pair of pointed ears. Legend has it that they are the descendants of the great and only true god - Artemis, the goddess of the moon. They are a symbol of nobility and
God’s ears of grace!”
"puff……"
Hearing this, Charlotte, who was putting hot water into her mouth, spurted out.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."
She coughed violently and looked at Halfdan with a strange look:
"Pointy ears...and Artemis, the goddess of the moon?"
"Yes, did you remember something?"
Halfdan asked.
Charlotte's eyes flickered slightly and she asked calmly:
"When you say the Apocalypse, do you mean the elves?"
"Elf?"
Halfdan was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face.
"No, it's nothing."
Charlotte shook her head.
However, her heart was not as peaceful as she showed...
Artemis, the goddess of the moon!
Charlotte is no stranger to this god. She has read many classics in Miria during her year of time travel. She knows that the traditional god that the elves believe in is the moon god Artemis!
Combining what Halfdan said about the history of the Kingdom of Towers with the historical records of various continents that she had read over the year, Charlotte suddenly came up with an extremely ridiculous guess:
Could it be that when I woke up, I traveled thousands of years ago?
This absurd speculation is not without reason.
Although the historical records handed down by various races and churches in the Miria continent are very different, and there are obvious glorifications and conflicting records about their respective gods, in general, there are still some things that are recognized by various races in history.
of a specific period.
The most mainstream historians in the Miria continent believe that the history of Miria starts with the emergence of elves, and can be roughly divided into the "Elf Era", the "Myth Era", the "Blood Moon Era" and the "Holy Era".
In the oldest elven era, the elves came to the new continent from the old continent for unknown reasons, and named the new continent Miria.
In Elvish, it means "New World".
They established a splendid elven civilization and directly promoted the awakening of the old gods sleeping throughout Miria, leading to the opening of the mythical era.
In the era of mythology, a war broke out between the elves and the old gods, and during the war, new gods ascended to the throne...
In the end, the splendid elven culture declined in the war, and a chaotic god war that lasted for hundreds of years broke out between the rising new gods and the old gods...
In order to win the war, the gods shared their power with mortals. At this point... extraordinary people began to appear.
In the end, Artemis, the goddess of the moon, who led the elves to Miria, King Eternal Night, the ancestor of the blood descendants, and Oceanus, the king of the sea, won the final victory and gained dominance over the gods.
Although Artemis, the goddess of the moon, was victorious, she was disheartened by the decline of the elves and chose to hide from the world.
The ancestors of the blood descendants, King Eternal Night and King Oceanus, controlled the continent and ocean of Miria respectively.
The sea is the home of the Leviathan monster, which rules the ocean and is destined to be far away from civilization, while the mainland is the real center of the world.
With the dominance of the continent, the blood descendants rose to prominence, and the Blood Moon Era began in Miria that lasted for nearly a thousand years.
And what follows is the disappearance of the blood ancestor, the civil strife among the blood gods, the awakening and rise of Harald, the Lord of Creation, and the holy war that lasts for thousands of years...
The ancient God of Creation resurrected, suppressed all enemies with powerful power, and completely unified the entire continent.
The gods retreated into seclusion, and Miria ushered in the era of human rule under the leadership of the Holy Royal Court.
until today……
These historical materials are extremely rare and ancient records.
Even Charlotte relied on the Castel family's heritage and Sebastian's energy to collect it from everywhere.
Charlotte cannot guarantee that these are true histories, but at least... they are the histories closest to the truth recognized by mainstream scholars of Miria.
Since the elves set foot on Miria three thousand years ago, too many myths have been born here, and too many myths have fallen. In the past three thousand years, civilizations have been born and destroyed, destroyed and born again. Each reincarnation represents the eternal burial of a period of history.
Facts and truth, sometimes even the gods may not be able to tell clearly...
At this moment, combined with Halfdan's various stories, Charlotte had a bold and crazy guess in her heart:
Could it be that when he woke up, he traveled back to the intertwining period of the Elf Era and the Myth Era after the Elves set foot on Miria, two or three thousand years ago in history?!