Chen Jing walked into the room, and several hunters followed him in. Chen Jing asked, "Can you briefly describe the surrounding situation?"
Half an hour later.
"So, we're in a remote area, so our technology isn't great. Then there's a white dragon in the next mountain, and five three-headed dogs. There are wolves all over the plains, and there's a hydra in the lake. And the only gold mine we have is taxed to the dragon."
Chen Jing watched them silently. What kind of confusing start was this?
"Then you didn't go find some great hero?" Logically speaking, the plot should be like this, and then the great hero takes the best sword in the village to slay dragons and snakes, preferably a demigod.
This should be the plot.
As a result, they all looked at Chen Jing with idiotic eyes.
Chen Jing immediately understood that the hero in the script was him.
"Then at least give me a weapon that I can use!"
"Didn't the blacksmith make a sword that was said to be unprecedented?"
After a while, the blacksmith's son, a hunter, ran in with a two-handed sword with beautiful wavy patterns on it.
"It's so beautiful, like a lake."
Chen Jing's eyes lit up: "How about calling it [Indestructible Lake Light]?" The reputation of the Holy Sword was damaged.
"Wow, what a nice name! What's the meaning?" The blacksmith burst in (Physics). His muscular body caught Chen Jing's eye.
Chen Jing couldn't possibly be the name of the sword of a Knight of the Round Table who used to slay dragons, show off, and fight righteous duels (and be beaten up by others) every day.
"This is the name of the weapon of a former friend of mine. He was once the greatest warrior in his country."
"So strong!" At that time, this area was still roughly in the Samurai Age, which was a very early form of military. The main body was a group of rangers who brought their followers to cause trouble everywhere.
This situation existed in the Roman region. (The author learned from Roman history that the northern barbarians were originally tribal, but later switched to communal. I don't like it very much, so I used the Roman term.)
People always spread the stories of heroes, after all, working people like to chat when they are bored.
"He was later killed (fatezore) by his own king."
"Wow!" The hunters all shrank in the opposite direction of Chen Jing.
"..." Chen Jing picked up the sword: "This should be the best sword in our country."
Although this country is just one village, the king is just a village chief. (After the early tribes became nations, places like Greece were all cities, and the environment was so harsh that transportation was basically dangerous, so)
"I'm going to eat now," Chen Jing said. There wasn't much to eat anyway, so I could only try it.
Longshan is not far away, or rather, it is right in front of us, and there is a huge cave in front of us.
Once you get up the mountain, you can feel more directly how horrible the winter climate is. Chen Jing felt like his whole body was almost frozen, and there was no road on the mountain, so he had to use his hands and feet to climb up.
The mountain is very high, so a dragon taking off would require a certain wind speed and altitude. Just like before catapults, an aircraft taking off from an aircraft carrier required the carrier to have a certain speed.
However, many dragons probably need magic to take off. After all, this kind of creature is too strange for living things. Some scholars have studied it specifically and believe that dragons cannot exist normally.
Chen Jing crawled and rolled on the mountain for a while before reaching the top. Then, a platform was burned out at the entrance of the cave, which should be the take-off platform.
Judging from the size of this platform, the dragon is not big, at least the entrance is not as exaggerated as Nidhogg.
Chen Jing walked over and saw that it was full of ice. This dragon's ability should be ice.
"Hey! Brother Long! Are you there?" Chen Jing shouted. It would be absolutely unwise to go in. It would be best to block the door and attack.
Then there was a whole movement, and then a tail came out, and then a white dragon squeezed out little by little.
Chen Jing suddenly heard a young girl's voice: "Is it over?! I ate too much! Human warriors outside, please help pull me out!"
"What a clear dragon..." Chen Jing walked over. From this angle, he could see half of its wings.
If I suddenly attack, the dragon will at least be seriously injured.
"If you don't help, we are enemies."
"Hey! Why is this happening? Please help me, I will repay you!"
"If I don't help, how can I trust the dragon's words?"
"Don't be like that! I've never hurt humans! I'm a good dragon, I just threaten the surrounding cities occasionally."
"No help."
Severe psychological trauma.
The scoundrel Long who threatens the surrounding cities and cheats people out of money, now accept the punishment!
"Wait, please."
Chen Jing was silent for a while, then grabbed the dragon's tail and pulled it out, completely stuck.
"You should lose weight! Fatty Dragon!"
"Woo woo woo, I'm like this when I wake up! Don't talk about me like that, this is called growth, growth!"
"Breathe out! Exhale quickly, or vomit out everything in your stomach!"
"Let me brew it for a while!"
Chen Jing's adventure in the wonderful little world begins from now on.
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(This is an idea I came up with when I was helping a friend think of a fan fiction plot. Nordic people tend to have golden hair, while Celtic people tend to have red hair. Later, the stories of the prototypes of Gilgamesh and Enkidu are simply shocking.)
The round tent was erected at some unknown time, and the golden patterns on it told the people around that the owner of the tent was of noble status.
Bai Hua was also very surprised. Why was there such a scene on his first visit to the city? Strangely, several people from the church were also there. The crowd around was growing. Judging from their attire, they were not ordinary people. Most of them were probably nobles who had come from afar, and they were obviously much higher in rank than a knight like him.
Beside her, Artoria, summoned by Bai Hua, was also confused: "This seems to be a king."
Chen Jing pulled over a bystander who was also a knight: "Knight, who is that?"
The other man's beard twitched, and his long hair flew up. "That's King Charles I of England. He's auctioning off some things. It's said he's going on an expedition to the East."
Bai Hua looked at Artoria. There was a question that he couldn't understand. The British rulers were foreigners, and King Arthur was a figure in Celtic legend. Most Celts had red hair, and theoretically King Arthur should also have dark hair, but in Fate, King Arthur had blond hair and blue eyes, which made him look like a Nordic person.
Tristan's portrait looks more like a Celt, Lancelot was added by the French, and Gawain looks like a Norseman like Artoria.
Thinking about it this way, I feel like the entire story has completely changed. If I think about it carefully, the ancient Britain in the Moon World seems to be an allusion to the relationship between the Celts and outsiders. For example, the British rebellion against the Queen in the previous chapter about Nero was a Celtic figure.
King Arthur's blond hair suggests he's a Nordic, Scandinavian, or Anglo-Saxon person, all outsiders and conquerors. Hair color has a lot to do with latitude. But King Arthur is a Celtic legend.
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