I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

As far as the eye could see, there was endless snow. The wind was blowing hard, and the snowflakes were dancing in the air like torn cotton wool.

Hei Lang ran hard in the snow in fear, but the snow layer was too thick. Every step he took was trapped deep in it, and the energy consumed was several times that on flat ground.

A group of ice wolves were following him leisurely from a distance. Their eyes were glowing with green light, and they were as cold and greedy as the snowfield. They had been hungry for a long time.

They are very patient, will not waste any energy, will not take unnecessary risks, and wait quietly for the prey to gradually lose physical strength, so that they can obtain food without any effort.

But if you feel that their fighting power is not strong because of this, the sharp teeth and the bite of the wolf pack with tacit cooperation will teach every arrogant person to learn to be in awe.

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

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

He didn't seem to be willing to give in. He clung to the snow and trembled all over, trying to get up again, but his body was so heavy that it seemed like it was tied with iron blocks and he couldn't get up at all.

He is, after all, a human being, unable to fight against the forces of nature.

The surrounding wolves also quickened their pace at this moment and prepared to get closer. The hunger in their eyes almost burst out, and their fragmentary steps were like the steps of the god of death.

"Dong~dong~"

At this moment, the tremor of the earth gradually reached his body from the distance. Heiro raised his head hard, opened his heavy eyelids, and looked in the direction of the vibration.

The wolves gradually surrounding him were obviously a little more uneasy, and they were moving back and forth anxiously.

Something even scarier than them is approaching...

Finally, as the wolf king hissed, they gave up on the prey they had been following for a long time and fled into the distance.

Hei Lang opened his pupils slightly.

As the smoke gushed out, a giant beast shrouded in blizzard gradually revealed its figure in front of his eyes, like a piece of wood and iron forcibly pieced together, with no 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 are four mechanical legs that look like chicken claws advancing alternately. The mechanical legs are very slender compared to the things they support, making people worry about whether they can support the huge thing above.

The entire castle maintained a feeling that it was about to collapse but was very stable.

Hei Lang also remembered the true purpose of his trip at this moment.

There is a legend circulating in the town where he lives.

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

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

The castle stopped next to him and opened its door, seemingly waiting for his entry.

Up the steps was an open door, and Heilang could see the warm stove and the food inside.

The strength he didn't know came from made him climb up from the snow, and he walked into the room. As he entered, the door behind him automatically closed.

Compared to the cold outside, this room is warm and comfortable.

Open the door and walk in, walk up a short flight of stairs and step onto the wooden floor. There is a strong smell of decay in the room.

The first thing that catches the eye is the fireplace in this room, with orange-red flames burning brightly on the hearth.

Judging from the structure of the furnace, it should also be used as a kitchen counter.

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

He was wearing a coat and had thick short hair, and he was quietly warming himself by the fire.

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

"Hello." Heilang asked tentatively, "My name is Heilang. Thank you for saving me."

The man did not look back, but was silent for a moment and said.

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

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

"Sit down and warm yourself by the fire. You're very stiff."

Hei Lang reacted and sat on the sofa slightly nervously. The sofa looked like it had been there for a long time, and the color was very dark, with some mottled black spots.

And the man added a piece of firewood to the flame.

The flying snow outside the window gradually turned into a blizzard, and the strong wind howled, beating the window like a rage. Some ice crystals condensed outside the window, but it was as warm as spring inside.

The fire burned the firewood and made a crackling sound, dispelling the chill in his body and the panic in his heart.

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

Only then did Heilang remember the purpose of his trip.

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

"Dear Wizard! I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

The man turned his head and looked at his appearance with some confusion, but 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 I have to pay. Although I am not a beautiful woman, you can take my heart away!"

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

Soon, he reacted and accepted this setting.

After a pause, he continued.

"So, you risked your life and crossed the snowfield alone just to ask me to help you?"

"Yes!" Heilang put his head on the ground, his whole body trembling with fear, "This is the only way I can think of. That person is a noble, and his power is too huge."

"Sounds like a commonplace story."

The man thought for a moment and continued, "I have some questions I want to ask you. If you can give me answers, I might consider them."

Hei Lang raised his head, his eyes shining with hope.

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

"Which country does this snowfield belong to? Does it have a king? If not, what kind of political system does it exist under?

What about the rest of the world? "

A series of questions made Kuro some confused.

It’s not that it’s too difficult, it’s that it’s too basic.

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

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

Or.

Heilang seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

"How long have you been here?"

"It didn't take long. I just came here." The man said.

It didn't take long.

Hei Lang confirmed his suspicion, because the legend about the Snowfield Mage had been circulating in his town for at least three to five years.

And three to five years is "not that long" to the person in front of him. This only shows that his time scale is different from that of human beings.

He should have been living in seclusion somewhere for a long time in the past, and he might even have lived for hundreds of years, Hei Lang guessed.

After a pause, he began to explain.

"This snowfield is not suitable for human habitation. It is almost an uninhabited land and has no country.

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

"Britannia?" The man murmured in a low voice. He really knew this name, or rather, most people should be familiar with its other pronunciation: 'Britannia.' '

"I remember this name. It was the Italian name for the island of Britain in the Roman Empire."

Hei Lang looked at the man and thought to himself.

Roman Empire

He must at least be from the Roman Empire.

In that case, he should be over a thousand years old.

Hei Lang's heart trembled slightly as he continued to explain:

"Now it's the ancient Roman Empire. The Roman Empire has been dead for a long time, but the name does come from there.

Moreover, the Brittanian Empire and the island of Britannia are not even the same place anymore. "