Gamers Are Fierce

Latest URL: This group of figures emerged in front of the players. There are men and women, old and young, wearing crude and monotonous clothing made of coarse cloth, cotton and linen, holding a pitchfork and hoe, with a frightened expression on their faces.

These people are generally pale complexion, thin and weak,

The men standing in the front are slightly better and stronger, holding iron swords and shields in their hands, and seemingly guards of the village.

"Braves from afar, we are the guardians of the holy mountain."

A gray-haired old man with a cane walked out of the crowd and looked at the player with a flattering smile on his face. "Our village has guarded the sacred mountain for generations, and received and reviewed all those who tried to enter the sacred mountain for worship. Pilgrims-although the last time someone came for the pilgrimage was fifty years ago...

In short, can I see the brave credentials you bring? "

Brave certificate?

The players looked at each other, they were directly transferred by the system into the forest area of ​​the script world, passing through the stone monument barrier.

Listening to this, is it necessary to have a certificate to get the qualification to enter the holy mountain?

The players exchanged glances in silence. The village in front of them looked very backward and depressed, and the guards didn't seem to be very strong. Shinji alone could easily sweep it.

However, it is worth noting that the upper and lower canine teeth of all the villagers are more prominent and sharp, and they have a very weak special aura-the primitive desire for bloodthirsty, the restlessness for killing.

Combining all the characteristics, there is a high probability of being a race of dark creatures such as blood or werewolves.

Considering their pale skin and the characteristics that can appear in the sun, maybe it is a serious degraded blood race?

The village chief of the blood clan with a cane, glanced at the silent players, treated their silence as a concern, smiled graciously, and took out a small and exquisite metal device that looked like a flashlight from his pocket.

"The brave voucher is automatically issued after entering the sacred mountain range. There are also people in our village..."

As he spoke, he clenched his teeth, as if he had endured a great pain? Using his left index finger nail? Gently cut a small cut in the palm of his right hand.

Then squeeze the palm painfully? Pour blood into the groove at the bottom of the flashlight.

The faint smell of blood radiated in the air? The villagers behind smelled the smell of blood, regardless of men, women, young or old? Eyes turned crimson, breathing involuntarily.

"hiss..."

The village chief sucked in the air-conditioner? Gently bit the wound on his palm? Licking the wound blood without wasting, he pointed the flashlight at him and pressed the switch.

Hum——

The flashlight lit up with a dazzling beam, and the village chief and the villagers behind were hit by the beam? A short line of red text slowly appeared above everyone's head.

[Quarantine: qualified]

? ? ?

This weird plot direction made the players dumbfounded? However, when the village chief turned the flashlight to illuminate the player with a beam of light, something even stranger happened——

Above all of them, the words "Quarantine: Qualified" floated up.

what's going on?

Ding Shinji felt in a daze that he had fallen into a comic book world this time? But the sensor polygraph function of Kui Niu Mecha showed that the other party's attitude was very serious? He did not lie.

"Huh, great, great."

The village chief wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead? Put away the flashlight, turned his head and shouted at the other villagers: "Put down all the weapons? The brave adults are finally here."

The crowd is a little bit noisy? The villagers hurriedly put down their weapons? They beamed their eyebrows, and there was a joyous expression on their faces that "the brave is here, the sky is here, and the brave is here, the village is peaceful".

"It's windy here, please come with me, all brave adults."

The village chief put down the palm of his right hand whose wound was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned and walked towards the village with a smile.

The players looked at each other and followed in the footsteps of the village chief.

The village is roughly circular, and a small part of it is built inside the sunken mountain, surrounded by blue-black mountain rocks.

The buildings in the village are mostly wood and stone structures, but the specific architectural styles of the houses are very... weird, like the real world Chinese, Japanese, Southeast Asian, classical European, Mediterranean and other buildings are mixed together. Together, stuffed in a village,

The decoration materials used are also different. There are colored cement, glass, stone, iron plates, steel plates, crystals, luminous crystal mines, and even biological scales-to be precise, dragon scales.

Ding Shinji's eyes were wide open. On the outside wall of a villager's house, several square red dragon scales with a diameter of half a meter were pasted as wall decoration.

Those dragon scales were dim in color, and the surface was covered with deep cracks. They were obviously traumatized and could no longer be used as armor.

However, the results of the scanner analysis showed that this was undoubtedly the scales that fell off an adult red dragon.

In addition to dragon scales, there are quite a lot of valuable "tattered things" in the village.

The steampunk-style two-meter-high power armor that has been scrapped on the edge of the alley;

Used as a wind chime, it is obviously the bell of Taoism artifacts;

The Yin Yang Slashing Magic Sword hanging at the door;

As a near-future style Gauss sniper rifle used as a clothes rail;

These weapons and equipment, like the dragon scales, have been in disrepair for a long time. Judging from the heavy rust marks on them, they are at least decades ago and completely unusable.

The small Medieval villages, like the World Expo, have everything.

Li Ang put his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat, looked around, and was amazed, and released the [Group Linking Mind Art] among the psychic powers.

Exuding spiritual threads, reaching out to other teammates.

Li Ang: [Hello, can you hear me? 】

Hornheim: [Can hear. 】

Liu Wuluo: [Yes. 】

Group Linking Mind is to establish a spiritual link between a group of people, which can be used to transmit messages. Because of the differences in the spiritual form of each person, the words spoken in the spiritual link will also have similar voice differences.

Ding Shinsi: [What happened to the "quarantine: qualified" just now? How come we have that logo on our heads? 】

Li Ang: [The font of the logo text I saw is Chinese. 】

Liu Wuluo: [I am also Chinese. 】

David: [What I saw is English. Hmm...It seems that the text itself should be an indigenous text in another world, but it was translated into text familiar to the player by the system. Considering that the "voucher for brave" mentioned by the village chief will be automatically issued after entering the scope of the holy mountain, maybe there is some kind of plague in the world outside the scope of the holy mountain. When the outsider enters the forest, it will automatically check whether there is infection and confirm You can enter the Holy Mountain without being infected]

Hohenheim: [The dilapidated equipment in this village should be made by indigenous people, at least my detection spells show that they are at least fifty years old. This is very strange. Generally speaking, there are only one or two technology trees in an indigenous world, because a civilization has limited attention. If there is clean and efficient magic energy, it will not go back and study inefficiency. Steam engine. Unless the territory of this world is extremely broad, the continents are not connected to each other, or...]

Ambori: [Or the owner of these equipment, like us, fell from the sky. 】

The conversation in the spiritual link paused inexplicably, and everyone looked at Ambori, making the latter scratch his cheek subconsciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

David coughed awkwardly.

Since entering the world of scripts, Ambori hasn't spoken much, staying in the corner to watch the scenery, making others think that she really doesn't like to think as much as the rumors, and that she can't use her machete to solve problems.

David continued to say in the spiritual link: [In addition, there is another possibility. In the past, transcendents in different worlds, including but not limited to players, have entered this script. Their equipment and props are left here (of course, it may be that they are dead), and they are picked up by the indigenous people here, and through analysis technology , Developed completely different technology trees in different regions...]

【That one...】

Ding Shinji couldn't help but interrupt: [Don't worry, everyone, is this village a black shop? Specially entrap adventurers, pick up their equipment and the like. 】

Li Ang glanced at him strangely: [What is there to worry about? If this village is a cross-slope that specializes in killing adventurers, how can the things used by heroes of the past be hung everywhere in the village? It's too obvious. What's more, in all types of RPG games, the brave is the one who is vicious and takes the initiative. Rarely, he blatantly broke into the house, stole all the fruits and vegetables gold coins, chickens, ducks and geese, and called it "to raise funds to defeat the devil." In Zhongze Yurou Township, the civilians were bullied and the villagers’ houses were demolished as construction materials. La Zhuangding coaxed the villagers to join the team, and after changing hands, he kicked his equipment back to the village. We are not good people, what are we afraid of. 】

You said "I'm not a good person" is justified!

Ding Shinji was speechless, especially after seeing the expressions of a few others who were deeply impressed, he didn't know how to complain.

Wait, am I the only one with a conscience here?

A group of people chatted freely in the spiritual link. Wherever they looked, the villagers went back to their houses with curiosity, fear and vigilance, and closed the doors.

The village chief led the players to his own home, greeted the servants to pour tea and water and light the fire.

The room quickly warmed up. The village head sitting in the seat looked at the silent player and patted his thigh in embarrassment, "Where do you come from? Is it the Principality of Rosa?"

Hohenheim smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Because the style of armor worn by this brave man is very similar to the power armor unique to Rosha."

The village head smiled cheerfully: "My grandfather's grandfather had the honor to meet a brave man wearing the power armor of the Principality of Rosa, and took a photo with him. This is the picture."

He got up from the seat and picked up a photo frame from the side cabinet. In the dim and faded color photo in the frame, a young man of blood who looked like him was standing next to a tall and burly power armor.

The style of the power armor is somewhat similar to the Kui Niu mecha.

"We are from a small place, it's not worth mentioning."

Hohenheim retracted his gaze from looking at the photo, cleared his throat, and asked: "To make a long story short, Your Excellency, can you tell us how to enter the holy mountain?"

"Holy Mountain..."

The village chief rubbed his palms, took a breath, and said embarrassingly: "Uh, this is how things are. There have been some accidents in our village before, so I am not sure whether the pilgrimage can proceed normally...

Hornheim raised his eyebrows, "accidentally? What do you mean?"

After the village chief's narration, everyone understood the basic situation of the world.

The script world where the players are currently located is quite vast, and the land is separated by the ocean, and objects will fall from the sky every once in a while.

These items include building materials, ore materials, weapons and blades, mecha ships, paper books, and sometimes even fall off foreign travelers.

The inhabitants of the script world have long been accustomed to the daily life of foreign objects falling from the sky, and by analyzing falling objects from the sky, they have developed their own technology trees-foreign travelers will not be killed because they are different, and in most cases they will be killed. The warm hospitality of the local kingdom.

Compared to the earth, the inhabitants of this script world have adapted to life as the hub of the world and are proud of it.

However, some alien travelers (according to them, many of them are passively teleported in under inexplicable circumstances, some of them are alien civilians) also eagerly want to return to their original world.

At this time, they can travel across the oceans and come to the island where the holy mountain is located for a pilgrimage. The temple on the holy mountain will give the brave many trials and challenges. If they can pass, they can realize the brave's wishes, such as sending them back To the hometown.

Indigenous peoples in the script world also have this opportunity to participate in trials as brave men to fulfill their own wishes-such as resurrecting their cherished family lovers and obtaining the ultimate knowledge they dream of.

The village at the foot of the sacred mountain ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the guardian family of the sacred mountain. They have been responsible for guarding the sacred mountain for generations, entertaining the brave from all over the world, and putting forward preliminary trials for the brave.

If they pass their test, they can get the key to the interior of the holy mountain. Some brave teams will also give their belongings to the villagers after teleporting away, fulfilling their wishes, or failing to participate in the trial. The weapons and equipment seen in the village.

"It stands to reason that I, as the village chief, should publish the content of the trial,"

The village head embarrassed: "My ancestors usually offered to let the brave men go to the surrounding forests and caves to kill beasts, or collect some kind of precious flowers.

Then give the key to the sacred mountain gate to the brave man.

But now, the gate of the sacred mountain was destroyed by a strange beast fifty years ago, and there has been no brave since then.

If you brave adults want to enter the holy mountain, you have to kill the monster first and regain the materials for repairing the gate-this is also the content of the trial given by me, can it? "