When Xuan Shiran woke up, he found that he was already lying in a forest.
She hurriedly sat up and looked around. There was a dark, gloomy and humid forest around her. She couldn't help but shiver all over her body. Where on earth is this place?
At this moment, there was a slight red light around her. She immediately lowered her gaze and found that the sword that was no longer sealed with a spell had a layer of red light flowing on its surface. Xuan Shiran did not feel scared and reached out to take the sword.
When she got up, a warmth spread into her body and mind, and she couldn't help but hug it with both hands, her face glowing with peace of mind.
"Captain, in that direction." The sudden voice and the sound of many footsteps made Xuan Shiran pick up her sword and stand up with vigilance, and ran towards the only light point in the distance that guided her.
Along the way, she felt very strange. The sword was lighter than it looked on the surface, and it was effortless to hold it. What puzzled her was how she could come to the woods when she was in a warehouse.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xuan Shiran walked through the lush woods, hid in a safe corner, and looked out through the grass. She couldn't help but take a breath. The city outside was something she had never seen before.
The surrounding buildings are not from her world at all. Each house is almost independent and very beautiful. The houses are irregular, large and small, and are built on both sides of the spacious road. Vendors on the street can set up stalls at will.
Although the clothes they wore were no different from what she was wearing, she was surprised that almost all the people here had hair and eye colors of different colors, just like her. This was not enough to surprise her. She actually
I saw several men wearing Milan-style armor that only reached the waist. The armor was silver and the surface was very shiny. They were holding identical two-handed swords. They were walking in formation on the street as if they were patrolling.
If Xuan Shiran felt that she was not dreaming, then she must have come to the primitive Europe of the past. Those people clearly looked like knights, and they are not in China at all now.
Xuan Shiran, who was about to be confused by this illusory and real world, quickly looked away. After taking a deep breath, she calmly recalled the previous encounter, then lowered her head and looked at the hand in her hand that was no longer red.
The magical sword of light, after thinking about the strange scene that looked like a magic circle that she had seen before, she suddenly smiled bitterly, absurdly feeling that she must have come to a different world that did not exist at all.
How could this completely unrealistic thing happen to her? However, she looked at the strange world outside. Could her feelings still be false?