Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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After saying that, Mo Jiang started the Wuling van and drove home with twenty suits of armor.

Fortunately, I took the C1 driving test right after the college entrance examination.

It took a lot of effort to remove the armor after getting home. When he got back inside, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't taken the car keys out, so Mo Jiang quickly pushed open the door and went out.

When I opened the door, I was immediately surprised by the view in front of me.

Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and trees, a fairly wide dirt road, Mo Jiang himself stood by the roadside, in front of a village.

"This is...time travel?"

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The road was muddy, and the air smelled of decaying grass. Several peasant women, wearing headscarves and coarse linen skirts, walked by carrying wooden basins.

Mo Jiang turned around and saw a wooden house behind him. The wooden door was ajar and covered in dust, so it didn't look like anyone lived there.

I think I just came out of here.

Mo Jiang's heart skipped a beat. He felt no surprise at the time travel; only one thought occupied his mind.

"Will I never be able to go back?"

He hurriedly reached for the wooden door, only to find an empty interior, and his heart sank.

Mo Jiang was still unwilling to give up, so he stepped inside, wanting to investigate if there were any clues related to time travel. Just as the wooden door closed, the light and shadow suddenly flickered.

As his eyes lit up, Mo Jiang returned to his home, where the door was ajar behind him.

Mo Jiang breathed a sigh of relief upon his safe return. Being suddenly transported to another world without any preparation was not a good thing for him.

Not to mention that the world we just saw looked like ancient times. If you enter another world without any mental or material preparation, who knows what the outcome will be?

The idyllic pastoral life that modern people yearn for is underpinned by modern industry. If they were to live at the same standard of living as people in ancient times, very few would be willing.

After calming himself down, Mo Jiang pushed the door open again, and this time, what he saw was a normal staircase.

Mo Jiang frowned, recalling his moment of clarity, and what he had been thinking when he pushed open the wooden door. The thought of "I want to go to another world" naturally popped into his mind.

When they opened the door, they found themselves transported through time again.

Very good. It seems that the necessary condition for time travel is to have the idea of ​​"going to another world" in one's mind, and then push open the door.

I just don't know if the door that's pushed open is fixed.

With that thought in mind, Mo Jiang returned to the modern world, ignoring the fact that the key was still in the car. After all, the car was already parked in the garage, and the garage door was locked, so no one could drive it away.

Mo Jiang first put on the helmet of the infantryman's armor. The full suit of armor, weighing over fifty pounds, made him a mobile iron tower, with a mace hanging from his waist.

I didn't bring any knives; those were all training knives, and the unsharpened ones were far less useful than the mace at my waist.

Then he found a shoulder bag and two unopened packets of salt and sugar. After thinking for a moment, he also found a few glass marbles and some loose silver coins in the room.

The marbles were won by Mo Jiang from some kids in the neighborhood, while the silver coins were props that Mo Jiang and the former president had made together.

Besides wearing armor, the male members of the Hanfu club also love to be chivalrous heroes, calling out to the waiter for a pot of wine and several pounds of beef.

Industrial silver isn't expensive; a few cents of silver won't cost much.

Sugar, salt, glass beads, and broken silver—looking at the ancient start-up capital he had prepared, Mo Jiang arrived at the door of his room and took a deep breath.

Then he pushed open the door and went inside.

When Mo Jiang reappeared in that ancient world, it was confirmed that it was he himself who gained the ability to travel through time, not the front door of his house.

As long as you have the idea of ​​"time travel" in your mind, and then find a door to push open, you can travel through worlds.

only……

Mo Jiang looked at himself still standing in front of the seemingly uninhabited wooden house and said thoughtfully, "It seems that in modern times I would reappear from the place where I left, but here it seems that no matter what, I always appear in this place."

It's also possible that the two passages were too close together. Further research is needed to determine the location of these passages in ancient times.

The wooden house is located in a very remote corner of the village.

Leaving the cabin and walking onto the main road, the road surface was very muddy, and it felt like you were sinking when you stepped on it.

Mo Jiang's own weight, combined with the weight of the foot armor, left deep footprints on the muddy road, and mud seeped into the shoes through the gaps in the armor.

Once on the main road, Mo Jiang saw several people whose appearances were very different from his, indicating that this place was not in China.

The ancient foreign world?

Mo Jiang felt a bit of a headache. He had forgotten a lot of his knowledge of ancient Chinese history after the college entrance examination, not to mention ancient foreign history.

The only memory I have is of Louis XVI shouting that he wanted to get on the highway.

But what's really strange is that even though the people around him are speaking a language that is definitely not Chinese, Mo Jiang is able to understand what they are saying.

He even had a feeling that as long as he spoke, even in Chinese, the other person would understand what he meant.

What's this, some kind of perk for time travelers?

This was a great help, at least I didn't have to learn a language from scratch.

Mo Jiang recently failed his CET-6 (College English Test Band 6) and has no intention of learning a new language.

The village was surrounded by sharpened logs and appeared to be built on a hill. Looking up, one could see a stone castle in the distance.

But were people in ancient times capable of building such a large stone castle?

Gazing at the castle high above, Mo Jiang pondered how much manpower this thing would require.

While looking around, Mo Jiang didn't notice that the people around him were also secretly looking at him. He was over 1.9 meters tall and fully armored, making him over 2 meters tall in total. In this era where people were generally not well-nourished, Mo Jiang basically had to look down at people to see them.

Just then, several guards came from different directions. One of them hesitated and stepped forward, stopping about three meters in front of Mojiang.

"What are you looking for?"

Without these armored soldiers, these guards wouldn't have been so polite.

In ancient times, people might never be able to travel more than a hundred miles from their hometown in their entire lives, and the village was naturally a small, closed society.

The appearance of an unfamiliar figure will immediately attract the attention of others. Often, when an unfamiliar figure appears in a village, the locals will assume that he is a thief or a spy and will treat him with suspicion.

However, upon seeing Mo Jiang's armor, which was so thick it gleamed with a chilling light, and looking at the spear in his own hand, the guard knew that his own weapon was completely useless.

That level of heavy armor is simply not something that a sharp weapon can pierce.

Looking again at the mace hanging at Mo Jiang's waist, the guard who spoke had no doubt that the thing could easily smash his head.

Someone has already gone to the castle to report, and what these guards need to do is buy time to prevent the terrifying knight from wreaking havoc here.

Yes, Knight.

In the eyes of the guards, anyone who could afford such terrifying armor was either a nobleman or a knight.

Looking at the guard who was talking to him, Mo Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly, while suppressing his hand that was reaching for the mace at his waist.

A distance of three meters is enough for me to sprint across easily, more than enough time to crack his skull open with my mace before he can react, so that the guard can see my brains.

They even devised an attack route, planning to disable or even kill the guards as quickly as possible once the attack was launched.

They couldn't stop themselves.

It's completely unstoppable.

but……

There's no need for that.

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The people here can communicate, and the guards are afraid of them.

To be precise, it should be said that they were afraid of the armored soldiers on their bodies.

Even though Mo Jiang doesn't remember much about his foreign history, he knows the value of the armor he's wearing.

Leaving aside the craftsmanship and other such things, the iron consumed alone would require the income of an entire territory for several years.

Until modern times, armor was something that only noble knights could afford.

He was being treated as a nobleman or a knight.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Jiang answered the guard's question, "I'm lost. Can you tell me where this is and where the nearest city is?"

Mo Jiang wasn't afraid that these words would reveal anything. As long as he wasn't entangled by a double-digit number of heavily armored units, he would have enough time to push open the door and return to the modern world.

He had enough confidence in his armor and his martial arts skills.

That's a generational gap in smelting technology, and a crushing defeat in nutrition.

If this exploration fails, we can just bring the motorcycle from the garage next time, start it up as soon as we get here, and rush out.

The reason he didn't do that directly was because he still needed to gather intelligence and confirm the specific situation of this world.

Now that time travel has happened to him, Mo Jiang must consider whether magic exists in this new world.

What if the evolutionary path of humans in this area did not follow the path of naked apes?

The guard looked at Mo Jiang and decided to accept the explanation that they were lost.

After all, the knight in front of him had neither seen his warhorse nor his squire, and it was quite possible that he might have gotten lost.

"This is Skarlitz..."

The guard paused at this point. He didn't know where the nearest city was. As a village guard, the farthest he had ever been was the Talmu Fort district.

Just then, a deep male voice spoke up, "The nearest city is Lathai in the south, but it's quite a distance to get there on horseback."

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a man wearing armor, whose complexion was much better than that of the villagers, and who was even somewhat robust.

His appearance is not noteworthy; what is noteworthy is the armor this man is wearing.

The breastplate, illuminated by the sunlight, took on the characteristic bluish-gray hue of cold iron, a texture left by repeated quenching.

The shoulder armor is shaped like an inverted anchor, extending downwards into serrated iron wings. The left iron wing has a groove about an inch deep, and the rolled-up metal edges are a lava-like orange-red.

The inner side of the arm guard is lined with tanned deerskin, while the outer steel plate is covered with honeycomb-like indentations. These are not battle damage, but rather the craftsman's specially made "honeycomb armor." When an enemy slashes, the indented structure guides the blade towards a pre-set point of impact.

Mo Jiang could tell at a glance that although this outfit was not as good as his own infantry armor, it was still a rare and exquisite piece of equipment by the standards of the ancient world.

But what's even more noteworthy are the two terms we just heard.

[Skaritz], [Ratai], and the guy who just spoke, who looked like a leader and was somewhat familiar.

"I am Radji Kobila, the Count of Burggrave in Skarlitz. A guest from afar, I wonder if you know your identity?"

The three keywords, 【Skaritz】, 【Latai】, and 【Radji】, immediately gave Mojiang's memories a clear location.

“So, it’s here.”

He already knew where he was: Bohemia, or more accurately, the world of the game Kingdom Come: Deliverance.

So here...

Mo Jiang looked around and had already made up his mind. It seemed that the place he had appeared in was the village of Skalitz, which was at the beginning of the game.

Based on the current situation, Skarlitz has not yet been destroyed.

In an instant, many thoughts arose in Mo Jiang's mind, but he suppressed them one by one.

The most important thing now is to greet the castle lord in front of him. If this really is the world of "Kingdom Come: Deliverance", then his next move will have to bypass the military commander of this village.

"Identities are irrelevant, but perhaps we can talk about things that would benefit both of us."

As he spoke, Mo Jiang unzipped his satchel and tossed a glass marble to the guard who had answered, saying, "Thank you for your answer. This is your reward."

Everyone present stared wide-eyed at the glass bead. The guard who answered hurriedly took it, looking at the crystal-clear bead in his hand with disbelief on his face.

These beads are more than enough to be family heirlooms for nobles.

Even Radji's gaze toward Mojiang carried a hint of something unreadable.

Radji invited Mojang into his castle, where Mojang took off his helmet in what resembled a meeting room.

Wearing a helmet when you're talking to someone is somewhat impolite.

After entering the castle in Mojang, Radji relaxed somewhat, believing that the guards inside provided him with sufficient security.

At the same time, when he saw Mo Jiang's face, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

The skin is smooth and not rough, and the face looks very clean.