A flash of white light passed, and Ian Song found himself standing firmly on solid ground. His gaze swept quickly around, taking in a stretch of wilderness—autumn had arrived, judging by the withered wild grass.
He was standing on a small hill, which offered a fairly wide view.
Just then, a speeding carriage appeared on the official road. Four burly men, around forty years old, were driving it—each clad in black iron armor, their faces smeared with blood, eyes fierce and resolute, their whole bodies radiating a murderous aura.
Behind the carriage followed a group of armored soldiers—fifty-two in total. Each soldier looked sallow and dazed, clearly malnourished and having lost hope for the future.
Clairvoyant Vision activated.
Ian Song saw the scene inside the carriage: two people sat within—a refined teenage girl of about sixteen or seventeen, and a boy of seven or eight.
Judging by their clothing, both were clearly from noble families. At this moment, the girl was holding the boy in her arms, gently comforting him.
He searched through all the novels, movies, and TV shows he'd ever read or seen, but found no memory of this scene.
"No way, am I really this unlucky? My first time traversing worlds and I end up in a place where I don't know the plot?"
Ian Song was speechless, but judging by the carriage and armored soldiers, this was definitely some kind of ancient world.