The group of figures that appeared in front of the eyes of the players, including men and women, old and young, were wearing simple and monotonous clothes made of coarse cotton and linen, holding a pitchfork hoe in their hands, and their expressions were frightened and frightened.

These people are generally pale and thin.

The men at the front were slightly better, stronger, with iron swords and shields in their hands, seemingly as village guards.

"O brave men who have come from afar, we are the guardians of the holy mountain."

An old man with gray hair and a cane walked out of the crowd and looked at the player with a somewhat flattering smile on his face, "Our village has guarded the Holy Mountain for generations, receiving and vetting all pilgrims who try to enter the Holy Mountain to pay their respects - although the last time someone made a pilgrimage was fifty years ago...

Anyway, can you show me the brave credentials that you are carrying? ”

Brave credentials?

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

Listen to this, do you have to have a certificate to be eligible to enter the Holy Mountain?

The players silently exchanged glances, the village in front of them looked extremely backward and depressed, and the guard force did not seem to be very strong, and Shinji Ding alone could easily sweep away.

However, it is worth noting that all the villagers have prominent and sharp upper and lower canine teeth, and they all have an extremely faint special aura on their bodies - a primitive desire for bloodlust and a restlessness for killing.

Combining all the characteristics, it is most likely a race of dark creatures such as blood or werewolves,

Considering their pale skin and ability to appear in the sun, perhaps a severely degraded Blood-Clan?

The head of the Bloodline Village, who was on crutches, glanced at the silent players, took their silence as a concern, smiled flatteringly, and took out a small, delicate metal device that looked like a flashlight from his pocket.

"The Brave Voucher is automatically issued after entering the scope of the Holy Mountain, and the people in our village also have it..."

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth as if he had endured great pain. Nail with your left index finger? lightly cut a small cut on the palm of his right hand,

Then squeezing the palm of your hand in distress? Blood is poured into the groove at the bottom of the flashlight.

A faint smell of blood in the air? The villagers in the rear smell blood, men, women and children? His eyes turned red, and his breathing became involuntarily rapid.

"Shhhhh

The village chief gasped? Gently bite the wound on the palm of your own hand? Licking the blood from the wound without wasting it, he pointed the flashlight at himself and pressed the switch.

Buzz –

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

[Quarantine: passed]

？？？

This strange plot direction has players jaw-dropping? However, when the village chief turned the flashlight and shone the beam at the player, something even weirder happened-

On the top of all of them, the words "quarantine: qualified" floated above.

What is this, what is the situation?

Ding Zhenji felt in a trance that he had fallen into some funny egg pain comic world this time? But the sensor lie detector function of the Kui Niu mecha shows that the other party's attitude is very serious? No lying.

"Whew, that's great, that's great."

The village chief wiped the cold sweat on his forehead that didn't exist? Putting away the flashlight, he turned to the other villagers and shouted, "Put down your weapons?" The brave ones are finally here. ”

A little noisy and noisy crowds? The villagers hurriedly laid down their weapons? Happy, there is a kind of joy expression on his face, "When the brave comes, the blue sky will be there, and when the brave come, the village will be peaceful".

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

The village chief put down the palm of his right hand, which was slowly healing at a visible rate, and turned to walk towards the interior of the village with a smile.

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

The village is roughly circular in shape, with a small part built inside a sunken mountain surrounded by blue-black mountain rocks.

Most of the buildings in the village are made of wood and stone, but the specific architectural style of each house is very ... Weird, like a fusion of real-world Chinese, Japanese, Southeast Asian, classical European, Mediterranean style and other buildings, crammed into a village,

The materials used for the decoration also vary, ranging from colored cement, glass, stone, iron plates, steel plates, crystals, luminescent crystal ores, and even biological scales – dragon scales, to be exact.

Ding Zhenji's eyes widened, and on the outer wall of a villager's house, several quadrangular red dragon scales with a diameter of half a meter were pasted as wall decorations.

The scales were dull in color, covered in deep cracks, and clearly wounded, and could no longer be used as armor.

However, the results of the scanner's analysis showed that it was undoubtedly the scales that had fallen off the body of an adult red dragon.

In addition to dragon scales, there are quite a few valuable "" items in the village.

On the edge of the alley, a scrapped, steampunk-style two-meter-tall power armor;

As a wind chime, it is obviously a bell for the Daomen magic instrument;

the yin and yang slashing magic sword hanging in the doorway;

a near-futuristic Gauss sniper rifle used as a clothesstick;

These weapons and equipment, like dragon scales, are in disrepair, and judging by the heavy rust marks on them, they are at least decades old, completely unusable.

The narrow medieval village has everything like the Universal Exposition.

Li Ang put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, looked left and right, amazed, and casually released the [Group Connecting Heart Technique] in the psychic ability,

Radiate threads of mind and reach out to other teammates.

Leon: [Hey, hey, can you hear me?] 】

Hohenheim: [I can hear you.] 】

Liu Wuxian: [Yes.] 】

Group linkage is to establish a spiritual link between a group of people, which can be used to transmit messages, and because of the differences in each person's mental form, the words emitted in the spiritual link will also have similar sound differences.

Ding Shinji: [What's the matter with the "quarantine: qualified" just now? How can we have that sign on our heads? 】

Li Ang: [The font I see for the logo text is Chinese. 】

Liu Wuxi: [I am also Chinese. 】

David: [What I'm seeing is in English.] Not... In this way, the text itself should be an indigenous script from another world, but it has been systematically translated into a text that the player is familiar with. Considering that the "Brave Certificate" mentioned by the village chief will be automatically issued after entering the scope of the Holy Mountain, perhaps there is some kind of plague in the world outside the scope of the Holy Mountain, and when outsiders enter the forest, they will automatically check whether there is any infection and confirm that they are not infected before entering the inside of the Holy Mountain.

Hohenheim: [The dilapidated equipment in this village is supposed to be made by the natives, at least my detection spells show that they are at least fifty years old. Oddly enough, as a rule, there are only one or two tech trees in an indigenous world, as a civilization has a limited attention span and will not go back to working on inefficient steam engines if it has clean and efficient magical energy. Unless the territory of this world is extremely vast, and the continents are not connected to each other, or...]

Ambery: [Or maybe the owner of the equipment fell from the sky like us.] 】

The conversation in the spirit link paused inexplicably, and everyone's eyes looked at Ambery, causing the latter to subconsciously scratch his cheek, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing."

David coughed awkwardly,

Amberi hadn't spoken much since she entered the world of scripts, and had been sitting in the corner watching the scenery, making others think that she was really as inconsiderate as rumored to be, and that she never used her brain to solve problems with a scimitar.

David continued in the spirit link and said: "There is another possibility. In the past, transcendents from other worlds, including but not limited to players, once entered this script, and their equipment and props were left here (of course, it is also possible that they died), and they were picked up by the indigenous people here, and through the analysis of technology, completely different technology trees were developed in different areas...]

【The...】

Ding Zhenji couldn't help but interrupt: [Don't you worry, is this village a black shop? Specializes in trapping adventurers, picking up their equipment and the like. 】

Leon gave him a strange look: "What is there to worry about. If this village is a cross slope dedicated to killing adventurers, how can it hang things used by generations of brave men all over the village? It's all too obvious. What's more, in all types of RPG games, the brave is the one who is the most vicious and takes the initiative. At the lightest, he blatantly burglarized, stole all the fruits and vegetables, gold coins, chickens, ducks and geese, and called it "raising funds to defeat the demon king". In the most important case, he bullied the civilians, demolished the villagers' houses as building materials, pulled Zhuang Ding to coax the villagers to join the team, and then kicked him back to the village with his equipment. We are not good people, what are we afraid of. 】

Your "I'm not a good person" is rightfully right!

Ding Jinji was speechless, especially after seeing the expressions of several other people, he didn't know how to complain.

Wait, am I the only one who still has a conscience here?

The group chatted casually in the spiritual link, and as far as the line of sight passed, the villagers returned to their houses with curiosity and fear, closing the door.

The village chief leads the player to his own home, beckoning the servants to bring tea and water, and light the fire.

The room quickly warmed up, and the village chief, who was sitting in the seat, looked at the silent player and patted his thigh awkwardly, "Where did you come from?" Is it the Duchy of Rocha? ”

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

"Because the style of the armor worn by this brave lord is very similar to the power armor unique to the Principality of Rocha."

The village chief smiled happily: "My grandfather's grandfather was fortunate enough to see a brave man wearing the power armor of the Principality of Rosha, and he took a photo with him, this is the photo. ”

He got up from his seat and picked up a picture frame from the cabinet next to him, and in the framed photo of a dull faded color photograph of a young man of the Bloodclan who looked like him was standing next to a tall, burly power armor.

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

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

Hohenheim withdrew his gaze from the photograph, cleared his throat, and asked, "Long story short, Your Excellency the village chief, can you tell us the way to enter the Holy Mountain?" ”

"Holy Mountain..."

The village chief rubbed his palms, took a breath, and said with some embarrassment: "Well, here's the thing, there were some accidents in our village before, so I don't know if the pilgrimage can go on normally..."

Hohenheim raised an eyebrow, "Accident? What do you mean? ”

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

The world of the script is quite vast, and the land is separated by the ocean, and every once in a while, items fall from the sky.

These items include building materials, ores, weapons, blades, mecha ships, paper books, and sometimes even Otherworldly Travelers.

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

Compared to Earth, the inhabitants of this scripted world have adapted to life as the hub of all worlds and are proud of it.

However, some of the Otherworldly Travelers (many of whom are said to have been passively teleported in under inexplicable circumstances, and some of them are Otherworldly civilians) are also desperate to return to their original worlds.

At this time, they can make a pilgrimage to the island where the sacred mountain is located, and the temple on the sacred mountain will give the brave many trials and challenges, and if they can pass, they can fulfill the hero's wishes, such as teleporting them back to their homeland.

The natives of the world of the script also have this opportunity to participate in trials as brave men to fulfill their wishes - such as resurrecting cherished family and loved ones, obtaining the ultimate knowledge they have always dreamed of, and so on.

The village at the foot of the sacred mountain is the guardian family of the sacred mountain, who have been responsible for guarding the sacred mountain for generations, entertaining the brave from all over the world, and proposing the first trials to the brave.

If you pass their assessment, you will be able to obtain the key to the interior of the sacred mountain - some brave teams will also give their items to the villagers after teleporting away, granting their wishes, or participating in trials, which are the weapons and equipment that the player has seen in the village before.

"It stands to reason that I, as the village head, should be the one who publishes the content of the trial,"

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

Then the key to open the gate of the holy mountain was given to the brave.

But now, the gate of the Holy Mountain was destroyed by a strange demonic beast fifty years ago, and no brave man has come since.

If you want to enter the Holy Mountain, you must first kill the demonic beast and recover the materials for repairing the gate—this is also the trial content I gave, is that okay? ”