I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 1 He must be at least from the time of the Roman Empire.

At a glance, there is endless snow, the wind is blowing so tightly, and the snowflakes are dancing in the air like torn cotton wool.

Hei Lang frightened and ran wildly on this snow field, but the snow layer was too thick, every step he took he would sink into it, and the physical strength he expended was several times that of flat ground.

A group of snow wolves in the ice field were following him unhurriedly from a distance, their eyes exuded a dark green brilliance, with the piercing coldness and greed in their eyes like this snow field, they had been hungry for a long time
They are very patient, will not waste a little energy, will not take unnecessary risks, quietly wait for the prey to gradually lose energy, then they can get food without any effort.

But if you feel that their fighting power is not strong because of this, the sharp teeth and the tacitly coordinated wolves will teach every arrogant person to learn to be in awe.

They are the undisputed top of the food chain in this snowfield.

Hei Lang finally couldn't hold on and fell in the snow. He had no energy, and the clothes on his body could no longer stop the loss of his body temperature. He fell in the snow, feeling that his life was coming to an end.

He didn't seem to be reconciled, clutching the snow, trembling all over, trying to get up again, but his body was so heavy that it seemed to be tied to an iron block, and he couldn't get up at all.

He is, after all, a human being, powerless against the forces of nature.

The surrounding wolves also accelerated their pace at this moment, preparing to approach. The hunger in their eyes almost burst out, and their fragmented steps were like the footsteps of death.

"Boom~Boom~"

At this moment, the tremor of the earth gradually spread to his body from afar. Heilang raised his head vigorously, opened his heavy eyelids, and looked towards the direction of the tremor.

The pack of wolves that gradually gathered around seemed a little more uneasy, and they walked back and forth anxiously.

Something even scarier than them is approaching...

Finally, with the long hiss of the wolf king, they gave up the prey they had followed for a long time, and fled to the distance
Hei Lang dilated his pupils slightly.

Accompanied by the puff of smoke, a giant beast shrouded in blizzard gradually revealed its figure in front of his eyes, as if it was forcibly pieced together by a pile of wood and iron, without aesthetics at all.

Not to mention whether it can move, it is incredible that such a structure can maintain its shape.

The front end is a huge steel smiley face with a mechanical red tongue inside.

Below, there are four mechanical feet that look like chicken feet moving forward alternately. Compared with the things it supports, the mechanical feet are very slender, and people can't help but worry about whether they can support the giant above.

The entire castle maintains a feeling of being about to collapse but is very stable.

At this moment, Hei Lang also remembered the real purpose of his trip.

In the town where he lived, there was a legend.

In the northern polar snowfield, there is a mysterious wizard who is handsome and powerful. He lives in a weird castle and feeds on the hearts of beautiful girls.

But no one has ever seen the hero of this legend, because he lives in the northern polar region, a desperate and icy snowfield, a dead place that has swallowed the lives of countless adventurers.

The castle docked beside him and opened the gate, as if waiting for his entry.

Up the steps is an open door, and Hei Lang can see the warm stove and the food inside.

Strength from nowhere made him get up from the snow, and he walked into the room. As he entered, the door behind him closed automatically.

Compared with the cold outside, this room is warm and comfortable,
Open the door and walk up a short flight of steps to the wooden floor, the decaying smell in the room is very strong.

The first thing that catches the eye is the fireplace in this room, and the orange flame is burning fiercely on the hearth.

Looking at the structure of the hearth, it should also be used as a kitchen table at the same time.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the man sitting in front of the flames.

He was wearing a coat and had thick short hair, quietly roasting the fire.

The high bridge of the nose reflected the firelight, as if coated with a thin layer of glaze.

"Hello." Hei Lang asked tentatively, "My name is Hei Lang, thank you for saving me."

The man didn't look back, but was silent for a moment, said.

"You're welcome, I'm just passing by."

He raised his finger and pointed to the red sofa on one side.

"Sit down and warm yourself by the fire, your body is stiff."

Hei Lang reacted, and sat on the sofa a little nervously. The sofa seemed to have been placed for a long time, the color was very dull, and there were some mottled black spots.

And the man added a firewood to the flame.

The snow outside the window began to gradually turn into a blizzard. The wind howled and slapped the window like a fire. A few ice crystals condensed outside the window, but the inside was as warm as spring.

The crackling sound of the fire burning the firewood dispelled the chill on his body and the panic in his heart.

The man continued, "Are you here to explore this snowfield?"

Only then did Helang remember the purpose of his trip.

He hurriedly got up from the sofa, knelt down in front of the man, and shouted excitedly.

"My dear wizard! I want to ask you to do me a favor."

The man turned his head and looked at him with some doubts at the moment, but he still said.

"I'm just an ordinary person, not a wizard."

But how could Heilang believe it, he continued to lower his head and said.

"I know what price to pay. Although I am not a beautiful woman, you can take my heart away!"

The man's expression became more confused, but fortunately, Hei Lang didn't look up at all, so he didn't see his expression.

Soon, he reacted and accepted the setting.

After a pause, he continued.

"So, you risked your life to cross the snow field alone just to beg me to help you?"

"Yes!" Hei Lang put his head on the ground, trembling with fear, "This is the only way I can think of. That person is a nobleman, and his power is too great."

"It sounds like a clichéd story."

The man thought for a moment, then continued to ask, "I have some questions I want to ask you, if you can give me an answer, I might consider it."

Heilang raised his head, his eyes glowing with hope.

"Okay, you ask, I will answer whatever you want."

"Which country does this snowfield belong to? Is there a king? If not, what kind of government exists?
What about the rest of the world? "

A series of questions made Hei Lang somewhat puzzled.

Not too difficult, but too basic.

Even people in remote northern towns know at least the name of their country and some basic history.

However, in the legend, the vast majority of wizards are knowledgeable people, and the temperament and behavior of this person in front of him is definitely not some uneducated illiterate.

Or.
Hei Lang seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help asking.

"How long have you been here?"

"Not long ago, I just came here too." The man said.

Soon.
Hei Lang confirmed the guess in his heart, because the legend about Master Xueyuan had been circulating in his town for at least three to five years.

And three to five years is "not long" for the person in front of him, which only shows that his time scale is not the same as that of human beings.

He should have lived in seclusion somewhere in the past for a long time, maybe even hundreds of years, Hei Lang guessed.

After a pause, he began to explain.

"This snowfield is not suitable for human habitation, it is almost a no-man's land, and there is no country to which it belongs.

But a little further south is the small town of Romir where I live, which belongs to the Britannian Empire. "

"Britannia?" The man murmured softly, he really knew the name, or in other words, most people should be familiar with its other pronunciation: 'Britannia. '

"I remember this name, which is the Italian name for the British Isles in the Roman Empire."

Hei Lang looked at the man, thinking sure enough.

Roman Empire
He had to be at least from the time of the Roman Empire.

In that case, he should be more than 1000 years old.
Hei Lang's heart trembled slightly, and he continued to explain:
"It's the Roman Empire now, the Roman Empire has been dead for a long time, but the name does come from there.

Moreover, the Britannian Empire is not even the same place as the island of Britannia anymore. "

(End of this chapter)