Sword and Magic and Taxi

The First World War (1914-1918) was a catastrophe. There are no other words to describe it. Zhao Mai drove his car southward away from the area with dense artillery fire, thinking about this all the time. To actually reach this era, a whole century away from my family! Even if he repairs the car immediately now, he still needs 124 gold coins to return to 2016. This... this is really too difficult!

Zhao Mai knew the condition of the car through his mobile phone. Except for time travel, all other functions were normal. Because of the accelerated self-recovery exchange, the car will regain the ability to travel through space after one year, and can travel to worlds where it has left footprints before. Ten years later, new routes can be opened to the new world. Twenty-three years later, functions including time travel can be fully restored. He can also, like the tauren in Atas, look for destiny gold coins to directly repair his car.

Yes, although it is a bit difficult, it is not impossible. Zhao Mai encouraged himself while driving, I know that there are transcendent people in this world, so don't think about changing the general trend, and you won't provoke them. I could collect thirty or forty gold coins before, so one hundred and fifty gold coins are not out of reach! Then we can travel back in time!

Come on, you can definitely do it! Xiaohua had a sweet smile on her face, and she clenched her hands into small fists to cheer for Zhao Mai: I will always be with you!

By the way, there is another question! Zhao Mai looked at everyone, then shook his head: Oh, it's okay, I thought wrong.

It's not that he thought wrong, but he didn't want to dampen everyone's fighting spirit, even though Dogian and Ado didn't know what fighting spirit was. The old man cast a spell on them before setting off, so that everyone would not be affected by twenty-one years, that is, they would not age. If we go back to 1995, this time is enough, but if we go back to World War I, this time must be used sparingly, and it may not even be enough. Although Zhao Mai said he wanted to time travel, he did not forget what the old man said. Time travel on the earth would arouse the vigilance of detached people, so even if he collected more than a hundred gold coins, he didn't know if he could open time. Tunnel, will it hit the time master of the transcendent in it? If he was shot down again, there would be no Tai Chi Tu to protect him this time.

The worst option is to live slowly until 2016. Zhao Mai can turn into a spiritual element and survive these years in the green vision. He will not die, and neither will Xiaohua. He must find a way to extend the lifespan of Reserve Grain, Hodor, and Dorjian. Maybe some people think what to do with giving a dog, a fool and a brainless person so much to think about? But Zhao Mai felt that these people were brought to the First World War by himself, and they were his own responsibility.

When a car reaches the mountain, there must be a road, and when a boat reaches the front, it will naturally go straight. Zhao Mai can't think of a way now, but can't he find a way in countless fantasy worlds? Time travel is not possible on earth, but you can also time travel to other worlds, then space travel and come back! It's just that in that case, you will have to endure a huge time difference, unless you find a place where the flow of time is slower than that of the earth.

There will always be!

Zhao Mai gradually got rid of the panic he had just arrived here, and the more he thought about it, the more he could calm down. By the time the sound of gunfire could no longer be heard, he had completely calmed down. A car from the 21st century is driving on a country road from the 20th century, and the bumpy roads have a different feel. After the fog slowly dissipated, everything around him became clear within the range of the headlights.

Due to the impact of the war, agricultural production was difficult to continue, and only some crops that did not need to be managed grew in the fields. Weeds rob farmland of soil, so the harvest is guaranteed not to be good. Dorjian pulled up information about World War I and told Zhao Mai that Luxembourg had been a neutral country since 1867, but was occupied by Germany during World War I. It had been on the front line between Germany and France and was ravaged. During World War II, the history of the unlucky neutral country of Luxembourg repeated itself and was once again occupied by Germany. Fortunately, France was defeated quickly enough this time, so Luxembourg was not affected much.

Since poor Luxembourg was a battleground between Germany and France throughout World War I, there's no way to tell what year it is. Zhao Mai didn't want to rush into the barracks. The clothes he prepared were all in the style of 1995, and he had no idea about the fashion during World War I, so it was safer to look for civilians. Going south along the nameless road, he finally saw people.

It was a three-story manor house with more than forty windows on the front alone. Many of the windows projected light behind them, indicating that someone was clearly there. If not for the war, there would still have been a gate and shrubbery wall, but now these have been bulldozed. Even the fountain that welcomed guests is now nothing more than a pile of stone remains.

Six well-maintained empty carriages were parked at the door of the house, but there were no horses. It was likely that there were stables here. Driving along the long sandy dirt road, Zhao Mai parked the car next to the carriage and jumped out of the car. You guys stay in the car first while Reserve Liang and I go to see the situation. A Liang has a very good nose. A Duo and Duo Jian were very obedient. Xiao Hua couldn't fly out of the car on her own, so she could only lie on the glass and mumble. Sulking and watching others hang out.

There was a smell of stew in the air, along with a faint aroma of alcohol, which was reassuring. But there was also a weird smell of spices mixed in, and Zhao Mai couldn't tell what it was. Fortunately, the force of nature did not warn him, and the food reserve waggled its tail, looking quite happy.

A dark red oak door, thick and heavy, with a copper doorbell handle next to it, but there is a wooden sign nailed to the wall, which reads crookedly in chalk: Anyway, if you want to come in, just come in, I will also Save yourself the trouble of a janitor. Sincerely, Bruno Bernard, Master of Blackberry Manor.

It turns out this place is called Blackberry Manor. Out of politeness, Zhao Mai still pulled the handle, listened to the dull ring of the doorbell that had not been used for a long time, and then gently pushed the heavy door open.

Candlesticks were hung on the walls on both sides of the foyer, and the light they emitted was dim and swaying. Fortunately, it was reflected by the crystal lamp above the head and could still shine into every corner of the foyer. There is a couch on the left and right hands. On one of them, an old man wearing old-style housekeeper clothes is sleeping, and his gentle snoring reaches Zhao Mai's ears. It seemed that he was very sleepy and did not hear the sound of the door opening. Opposite the door is a wide staircase that leads to the second floor. But now half of the steps are blocked by a check-in desk, the kind used in hotels to check in guests. There was no one on duty, only sparse wooden boards with keys hanging on them, and storage wooden grids with stored items staring at Zhao Mai.

The sounds of conversation and laughter came from the deep rooms on the left and right, and the warm aroma of food also came from that direction. A burst of laughter made the old housekeeper, who was sleeping soundly at the door, sniff and turn over slightly, but still did not wake up. Zhao Mai thought for a while and felt that it would be better not to disturb others' dreams.

With the food reserves in hand, he strolled towards the direction of the conversation. After observation, this war is completely meaningless, just a massacre. Zhao Mai quite agreed with this argument, so he pricked up his ears to listen. We must end this war before it continues to spread and even destroy the human world.

But how to do it? Another young and energetic voice said: You also know that the scale of this war is too big now. Where can we start?

We must cool them down and let them cool down. Only cold can end the fire of war. The previous voice suddenly stopped, and then said: Someone is coming, let us welcome the newly arrived free wizards.