Li Xuefei looked at the white snow around him. He was on a road leading to the outskirts of a town.
Li Xuefei saw that the person sitting opposite him was a strong man with blonde hair, wearing blue clothes and chain mail.
"Hey, you're finally awake. You're preparing to cross the border, right? But you were ambushed by the Empire, just like us, just like the thief over there. "
Li Xuefei found that although his English was not good enough, he could understand about 70% of what the other person said, and the other person was speaking English.
Wait a minute, why does this scene seem so familiar? Was this not the opening animation of the game "Old Man Scrolls"? Although Li Xuefei would read online novels and play pirated AAA works during his rest time. But it was really awkward to be transmigrated into a game world like this. Although those crappy online novels often involved people going to other worlds to open harems, or special forces being reborn in other worlds, although it was silly, there were many people who read it. Everyone liked to read crappy things.
But he did not expect that when it was his turn, he would be transmigrated because he could not get out of some freezer. Thinking of this, he thought that he was probably dead on Earth. In a foreign country, his colleague opened the freezer the next day and found an iceman. Thinking about it made him sad.
He was a stinky loser who had never touched a girl, never been in a relationship, and never been filial to his parents. He was very worried. If his mother knew that he had died in a foreign country, how sad would that be?
When he left home, his parents did not agree, saying why did he have to go out and find a job near home. He ignored their advice and said that the world was so big, and he wanted to see it.
In this strange Sydney, no one would shed a tear for his death. The news might report it, but he had died so quietly without a name, just to freeze a basin of pickled pork ribs that had fallen outside.
Like a speck of dust, it could only make his loved ones cry, but it did not leave a trace in that world. Thinking of this, he felt inexplicably sad, and his tears could not stop flowing.
Li Xuefei wanted to wipe his tears with his hands, but then he realized that he did not have any hands at all. His hands were tied behind his back, and he had snow-white hair on his body.
It was one thing for him to transmigrate and die without a trace, but after he was reborn, he wasn't even a human. One had to know that this world was the real world of the "Old Man Scrolling Bar" that he played. However, he had no time to play the game after downloading it. Every time, he would have something to do after watching the opening animation for a few seconds. Therefore, he had no idea what would happen next, nor did he know what he had transmigrated into.
At this time, Li Xuefei saw the situation around her clearly. It turned out that they were now sitting in a carriage as a group of prisoners being escorted.
"Hello, my name is Larov," the strong blonde man said to me when he saw my tears.
"You damned Storm Capes, you've messed up the Horizon Province. Isn't it nice to have a friendly and lazy kingdom?" the man beside the blonde man said.
"Hey, you, you and I, we shouldn't be here. The Empire only wants to capture those Storm Capes," he said to Li Xuefei.
Actually, Li Xuefei could only hear the gist of it. For some reason, Li Xuefei could naturally understand some of it. "We're brothers and sisters now, thief," the man said mockingly.
"Shut up!" the imperial soldier in charge of driving the carriage said.
"Then what happened to him?" The thief sneered back at the blonde man. At the same time, he glanced at the other man in a black cloak whose mouth was tied with a piece of cloth.
"Watch your mouth. You're talking to Ulfric Storm Capes, the true Supreme King," the blonde man said sternly.
"Ulfric, aren't you the lord of Wind Helm City, the leader of the rebel army? But if you're captured by them, heavens, where are they taking us? "The thief couldn't help but be shocked. He knew that something bad was about to happen.
Li Xuefei was like an idiot. She looked at the unfamiliar world and the people around her.
"I don't know where we're going, but I know that the Martyr's Palace is calling for me," the blonde man said in a helpless tone.
"No, that's impossible. It's completely impossible," said the thief. Li Xuefei could feel that he was starting to panic.
"Hey, where did you grow up, thief?" asked the blonde man as he looked at the thief.
"What does that have to do with anything?" said the thief disdainfully.
"The last wish of the Nords is to return to one's roots," muttered the blonde man.
Those words struck Li Xuefei like a bolt of lightning. Return to one's roots? What was he?
"Lorist. I'm from Lorist," said the thief as he calmed down.
The carriage rocked back and forth. There was another carriage in front of it with a group of soldiers dressed in blue and chainmail. Their attire was similar to Larov's. There were even some cavalry behind them.
"General Tulius! The executioner is waiting for you, "said an imperial soldier.
"Alright, let's get to work," said Tulius.
At that moment, the thief uttered a string of names that Li Xuefei didn't recognize. Was he praying to the gods?
In front of them was the entrance of a small town that was guarded by many archers. As the carriage entered the town, Li Xuefei saw a general talking to an elf. That general should be Tulius. He was riding a huge horse and looked just like Emperor Julius Caesar from the movies. The blonde man seemed to be cursing at the two of them.
The town was built on the side of a mountain. There were houses all around and commoners, both men and women, as well as children and the elderly, came to watch the show.
Lavrov began to mock himself. He talked about the girls that he used to run to this place and how he didn't know if a person that he knew was still making honey wine here. He also said that when he was young, he always felt that the city walls and sentry towers of the Empire were so secure and reassuring.
At that moment, a young boy among the crowd asked his father what they were doing. His father didn't reply and instead ordered him to go back to his house. The child was disappointed and wanted to see the Stormcloak soldiers executed by the executioner, but he had no choice but to listen to his father.
The imperial carriage finally stopped at the edge of the plaza.
"Why did we stop?" asked the thief as he looked around anxiously.
"What do you think? We've arrived, "said Larov as he looked down on the thief and said that he couldn't let the gods wait for too long.
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