The sky is getting late, the sunset is shining, and the mountains are like sleeping beasts, shrouded in the glow.

The rugged path through the mountains and forests may have been due to the rain that had just fallen in the morning, and the dirt roads were quite muddy and dotted with puddles.

With the sound of horses' hooves and the wheels running over the water, a spacious and luxurious carriage drove along the mountain trails, with books and a thick stack of newspapers on a long wooden table.

"The Kingdom of Ferma introduced tulip bulbs, and the price skyrocketed;

The company started colonial business, and the stock price rose to 40 times the issue price, and investors were extremely confident in the company;

The new prime minister formed a cabinet and hired a goblin lady with a master's degree as the prime minister's secretary; ”

Li Ang quickly flipped through the contents of the newspaper, the newspaper of this world, the paper is bad, the handwriting is blurred, the printing quality is poor, and the layout inside is also very problematic.

The big pages are full of sensational and bizarre event titles,

What "an eighty-year-old woman living alone was dragged from her home and kept in a cage"

"Viscountess Walpole and the man hugging in the theater, the Viscount smiling indifferently next to him"

"A man in Norfolk became bizarrely pregnant after using hair dye."

On the contrary, it is some serious official news, which only occupies some small pages, stuffed into the corners of newspapers like tofu blocks.

In the gap between the two editions of the newspaper were hand-drawn advertisements for underwear with models (this part of the content was the highest print quality in the newspaper)

The eighty-year-old lady mentioned above was kept in captivity, but in fact, the Principality's animal protection organization took in an eighty-year-old turtle-shaped monster.

The unknown man that Viscountess Walpole was hugging was actually her own two-year-old child,

The man who used the hair dye was not pregnant, but ate a certain plant fruit that caused bloating and did not poop for a week.

I have to say, even if this fairy tale world has been occupied by the wind of PC,

But the newspaper industry is still the same as the modern British tabloids in the real world.

likes to snoop on scandals, easy to use titles, and the content is made up, far more undisciplined and unrestrained than the kind of UC body that "will regret if you don't look at it" and "sensational photos of all mankind".

In the carriage, not only Leon was reading the newspaper, but others were also reading related books and materials.

Real-world player forums have long ago reached a consensus to divide the scripted world into two types.

One is closed, that is, the player is placed in a closed and isolated space, and cannot go out to explore at will, such as the Hishima campus script that Leon experienced before.

One is open, and players can freely explore in the scripted world, such as the current fairy tale world.

Closed scripts tend to have a shorter flow and less information for the player, a bit like an escape room,

The open-ended script process is longer, and players can clear the level in a more diverse way, and can even explore freely within the time limit of the mission.

The most important resource in the script world is not the clearance reward, not the corpse of the script mission boss, but the extraordinary power system and knowledge system contained in this world.

These things are completely priceless.

Driven by profit, several other players also looked at the information positively, and Julia even asked Frederick, the lumberjack, about the extraordinary powers he possessed back then.

Frederick's answer was not satisfactory, according to him, all kingdoms, including the Kingdom of Horses, had only regular legions such as griffon knights, heavy cavalry, and wolf cavalry more than ten years ago, with a few casters and obscure inheritance.

Over the years, he had lived in the mountains and forests, and he had almost no idea why the extraordinary powers of the outside world could develop by leaps and bounds.

Well, this troubled prince with a long beard and a fleshy face... At present, it is really a waste snack with little use value.

The players sitting in the carriage continued to read the books and materials, when suddenly, there was a noise in the mountains and forests ahead.

Everyone raised their heads instantly, and among the noisy sounds, there were not only shouting voices, shouting and scolding, but also the sound of metal collisions and explosions of swords and soldiers.

Ahead, there was a skirmish.

The coachman hired from the carriage shop flicked his whip in a panic, pulled the reins, stopped the carriage, turned his head and shouted softly: "Master monk, there seems to be a war ahead, let's turn back!" ”

"There's no hurry."

Li Ang's calm voice came from inside the carriage, he glanced at his teammates, nodded, pushed the car door and walked down.

The coachman was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, "Master monk, what are you?!" ”

"As a pacifist Oriental monk, the last thing I can see is someone fighting and killing in front of my eyes."

Li Ang said calmly: "I'll go ahead to explore the way, you turn the carriage around, stop about a thousand steps back, and we will come back to look for you later, if no one is looking for you, you will go back to Hamelin Town by yourself." ”

The coachman, who did not know the details of these people, looked at the group of passengers who came out of the carriage and was stunned.

Are these people not afraid of death at all?

As the sound of the fighting in front of him became louder and louder, and several passengers had no intention of leaving, the coachman gritted his teeth and turned the head of the car and left on his own.

The sound of horses' hooves faded away, and Li Ang took out the bronze scythe of the shepherd soul from the void, and jumped into the mountains and forests with a little on his toes.

Pedal in a chain on the trunk of a giant tree and gallop towards the noise ahead.

The sound of weapons fighting was heard in a glade, and I saw two groups of people fighting there.

On one side were forty or fifty large men in uniform with sticks of wood or metal in their hands. Their uniforms all bear the words "Antimony Town Hornburg Paper Company".

On the other side are hundreds of people in fancy costumes,

Their faces were painted green and yellow, they wore strange clothes (cloth, vine weaving, animal skins, and two pieces of hardwood draped in front of and behind them), and wooden sticks in their hands.

Most of these strange-dressed people are relatively thin young men and women, but there are also some middle-aged and elderly people.

At the back of the crowd was a group of children holding stones.

The two groups of people were fighting each other, and the big men in the clothes of the paper company were obviously superior in size and weapons, but they seemed a little restrained when they really fought, and they didn't dare to kill them.

can only passively defend against the wooden stick attacks of the fancy dress camp, and occasionally be hit by the group of children who are also wearing strange costumes, with stones remotely smashed into the body, the head is broken and bleeding, and the defeat is retreating.

"Defend our forests!"

"How dare you ignore the scientific conclusions of global warming! Come and cut down trees?! ”

"For the sake of the environment! Die, you blasphemers of the earth and the forest! ”

Seeing that this group of strangely dressed people shouting inexplicable slogans were about to completely surround the employees of the paper company, a ghostly figure jumped out of the forest.