Finally, he went to his treasury, melted down a hundred kilograms of gold into one-liang gold ingots, and put them into his storage space.
In most known human worlds, gold is a hard currency, so bringing it along was definitely the right choice.
Once everything was ready, Guilliman changed into a set of ordinary mercenary iron armor and leather pants, then, carrying a longsword, began his first attempt at world travel.
How to put it, the process of world travel and long-distance teleportation actually have similar principles.
However, the former requires breaking through not just the world barrier or spatial rift of the current world.
Instead, it involves simultaneously breaking through the spatial barriers of two worlds, finding a safe spatial corridor to pass through, and then teleporting one's body over.
The principle sounds simple, but the actual operation is very complex.
As for how to break through the barrier of another world, that requires the most important item for world travel, called a planar coordinate.
Of course, protagonists like Ciri, favored by destiny, can ignore planar coordinates and leave their fate to the heavens, using random teleportation to evade the Wild Hunt's pursuit.
But for an amateur like Guilliman, who only had half of the Elder Bloodline, was not proficient in using his abilities, and didn't even have a mentor.
If he chose random teleportation, he might accidentally be teleported to the Earth's core and instantly vaporized by magma reaching thousands of degrees.
He could also be directly teleported into outer space, becoming an ultimate life form alongside Kars.
Random, random, it's all about random probability; anything can happen.
However, obtaining planar coordinates makes a big difference from random teleportation.
At least safety is greatly guaranteed.
Although the damage to his soul still needed some time to slowly recover, and he couldn't devour another remnant soul for now.
But Guilliman was unwilling to wait that long. After ensuring his body and magic power were sufficient, he began his first journey through worlds... the feeling of traversing a spacetime tunnel.
It was like being squeezed into a ball and then thrown into a high-speed tumble dryer, constantly churning, constantly stirring.
As a first-time traverser, even though Guilliman desperately tried to maintain his posture and keep his body under control, the feeling of constant agitation from soul to body was truly unbearable for him.
Just as he was feeling dizzy and his internal organs seemed to be shifting, Guilliman felt like he was squeezed out of a giant bubble, and then his vision brightened.
Before he could react, his body fell from a height of over ten meters, crashing heavily onto the ground, almost making him spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Guilliman struggled to roll over and immediately shouted in his mind:
Deep Blue, heal me!
Damn it, luck was neither good nor bad.
Fortunately, he wasn't directly teleported hundreds of meters underground; otherwise, even he would probably have suffocated to death.
The consumption of more than ten points of soul power flashed by, and Guilliman's fall injuries were healed. Just as he was about to sit up and observe his surroundings.
Suddenly, the neighing of several carriages came from not far away, along with a somewhat rough voice of a middle-aged woman:
"You guys follow me, see what's happening over there?"
"Ulfric is in the team. It might be the Stormcloaks. Be careful."
Ulfric?
A somewhat familiar name.
He didn't know whether it was bad luck or good luck; he encountered natives just after landing, and not ordinary natives either.
Guilliman clutched his chest, slowly stood up, considering not to engage in conflict for now. He decided to first figure out the current situation before making a decision.
This seemed to be a group of well-trained soldiers. Guilliman had just stood up when he was surrounded by them.
To his surprise, these soldiers seemed very strong, much stronger than the soldiers in the Witcher world.
Because many of them wore heavy armor almost a centimeter thick, and their weapons were quite large and heavy.
Judging solely by the weight of their equipment, these soldiers' strength was at least twice that of ordinary soldiers in the Witcher world.
Although they couldn't compare to witchers' bodies, they were definitely elite level.
And it also indirectly proved one thing: these soldiers seemed quite rich, or rather, this world had abundant metal resources, making it worth exploring.
While he was spreading his hands to show he had no hostility, the woman who had made the rough voice earlier walked over.
As a woman, she was wearing a set of heavy plate armor, and seeing her walk without much effort, it seemed that people in this world, regardless of gender, were surprisingly strong.
"Captain, it seems to be an ordinary mercenary."
"Should we let him go?"
Hearing the soldier's question, Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief.
At least the other party didn't seem to be someone who indiscriminately killed innocents.
And looking at the dozens of cavalry behind them, and several carriages, they seemed to be escorting a group of prisoners.
Not only that, but he also saw several cloaked figures holding staves in this team, who seemed to be spellcasters.
It was clearly a major power. If he clashed with a major power as soon as he entered the world, it would not be good for his future development.
Unexpectedly, the female captain opposite was a tough person. She glared directly at the soldier who had just asked the question and reprimanded him:
"We are escorting Ulfric, the leader of the Stormcloaks. How could it be such a coincidence to find a lurking mercenary near our prison carriage?"
"No matter what, take him back to Helgen. As for whether he has any problems, General Tullius will decide."
Hearing this, Guilliman felt a surge of anger and wanted to break free from the encirclement and fight these people.
However, when he heard "Helgen" and the "Stormcloak leader Ulfric" mentioned by the other party.
He probably realized where he was and what situation he was in.
This was preparing to drag him and the future Dragonborn to their execution.
(Thanks to Elder Elvie for the reward, I'll write 10,000 words tomorrow.)
(Also, The Elder Scrolls storyline won't be very long, it's just a transition. I feel that everyone mainly plays The Elder Scrolls for mods and isn't very interested in the plot.)
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