In the endless wasteland, the earth was stained red with blood, the bones of the dead were burned in the flames of war, and the brave warriors fought among the crowds, their broken limbs and heads flying in the air. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A man walked slowly in this hell, whose blood was no longer distinguishable on the scarlet armor, the sword pierced through his body, and he was still standing stubbornly with the injuries that should have been lingering, his eyes were as cold as the frost of the extreme, like a strong city wall, making the enemy look away.

Finally, a general couldn't hold it back, and stepped forward with his sword, his pupils flashed with a frenzy for power, and his strong fighting spirit rolled up the sand and dust of the wasteland, and the blood-stained sword broke through the air and slashed away, so fast that it could not be caught with the naked eye.

But... The man was faster, no one could see his movements, the long sword he swung was caught in his hand, the blade of the sword cut off his fingers, his face still did not have any waves, the hand holding the sword, slowly raised, cut off the enemy's head.

After doing all this, he seemed to see something. Staring into the distance, revealing a relieved smile, at the last moment when the fire of life burned out, holding aloft the long sword, plunging into the ground, as if to declare the belonging of this land, and then, the army poured from the end of the sky, all the way to the match, and the situation ended in a one-sided crush.

After the battle, a middle-aged man in silver-white armor walked with a sad look on his face, and knelt down on one leg to the warrior who was still standing in front of him until he died in battle, which was the highest respect.

Muse Nee came back to his senses, his face still full of amazement.

This book tells the tragic and magnificent story of an imperial general who guards the border with 5,000 dead soldiers and fights a decisive battle against an army of 100,000, which is a journey destined to never return. It's not a great story in terms of the shape of the story, and Muse has read a better book than this one, but to be honest, this book has left the deepest impression on him since Muse read it.

In the process of reading, he really saw the battlefield full of blood and realized everything that this real world should have. The strong smell of blood, the clashing of swords, and the coldness of the wind and sand are what all authors on the planet dream of, and want their books to give readers that immersive feeling.

Muse touched the book in his hand, it was an old yellow paper, very old, like an antique vicissitudes, but there was an indescribable sturdiness, so that Muse had a feeling, maybe he had to use some strength to tear this paper apart, the cover emitted a soft light, this force, Muse Ne still knows, one of the two forces that dominate all the treaties in this world... Magic!

Both the immersive sense of mystery and the quality of the paper have proven that this book is indeed worth the price.

It's just that such a luxury is not something that I can enjoy now, and Muse Ne can't help but feel sorry. He did have a fanatical quest for books, but they were nothing compared to Philomena's life.

Just as Muse sighed whether he would have the opportunity to touch such a book again in the future, a ridiculous idea suddenly flashed through Muse's mind, although this idea seemed ridiculous, but he had an unwavering obsession with books, which made Muse want to put that absurd idea into action.

He wants to see what kind of world the world created by the masterpieces that have been passed down as classics in his previous life will be, yes, no matter how profound the author's writing is, he can't be immersive, but in this world, it is no longer a luxury.

The reader can only imagine the world in the book through the limited words on the page, but whether the imaginary world is similar to the world that the author wants to create. Wouldn't it be sad and disrespectful to the author to distort the world of the book itself and fail to grasp the true meaning of the author's intentions?

Even if some books can be adapted and brought to the big screen, there will inevitably be some misinterpretations.

Muse had read a lot of books, and at an early age, he had the idea of writing a book, but he had no choice but to give up because he had no creative imagination, but after coming to such a world, Muse realized for the first time that this might not be impossible.

If all this is built in a world where fantasy masterpieces such as "A Song of Ice and Fire" and "The Lord of the Rings" have never appeared, and there is an immersive and mysterious magic world, doesn't that mean that he may be able to create those amazing fantasy epics and bring the classics back to glory!

Maybe this is plagiarism, but Muse has no choice, because today's predicament has to force Muse to make this choice. He had to give Philomena a good life, and he owed Philomena so much.

Yes, the most important reason is the hidden business opportunities under the book, to tell the truth, if you put aside the immersive sense of mystery, this "Rouen War" can only be regarded as barely can, it has no ups and downs of the plot, grand setting, complete world view, although the characters are distinct, but the expression is not excellent, the whole book only records the tragedy of the war, this book is indeed a fantasy text, rather than a narrative text.

If nothing else, Muse is confident that even if he doesn't plagiarize, he can write a better fantasy essay than this.

If even such a book can be sold, then the fantasy epic copied by Muse Nie himself should not have too bad sales, even if something happens, even if he can only sell a few thousand copies, the current predicament can still be solved.

It's true that the price of these kinds of books is a bit expensive, but Valadei has a population of tens of billions, and there will always be some fools who will buy a few copies.

It's just that... For a while, Muse could not have written them so easily, although Muse did not know how these books were made, but he could easily recognize that the quality of the books was extraordinary, obviously not the color of papyrus, and there was a more crucial factor in the magic fluctuations on the books.

Considering that the magicians of this world represent the embodiment of truth and knowledge, it is not difficult to imagine that the people who created these books were magicians. But I'm just an ordinary person, I haven't learned magic, and even if I can write it, it's not much different from a book on earth, and without the power of magic, I can't reproduce the immersive sense of mystery.

But all this is just speculation, whether it is true or not, you have to ask Philomena if it is okay, but Muse did not have much expectations, with Philomena's vision, she knows very little.

Thinking that the hourglass on the table had already flowed in a circle, Musene felt a little sleepy, so he put away his many thoughts and went to sleep.

The next morning, it was still Muse who got up to make breakfast, but today Philomena got up a little late, and at dawn Philomena's room opened the door.

However, with yesterday's experience, Philomena came out this time after combing her appearance.

"Overslept!" Philomena ran out in a hurry, sat down in a hurry, and picked up the porridge on the table, but her tongue was scalded, but fortunately, Muse seemed to have foreseen this situation and poured a glass of water for Philomena in advance.

"Let's rest today, anyway, yesterday's harvest was good, enough for us to eat for a few days. Muse said.

"How can there be too much money, if you can make more, you can't let it go. ”

"No matter what, you must rest at home today anyway. "Muse is in a hurry, Philomena's tiredness can be seen by anyone, otherwise she would not have overslept.

"You are not qualified to say that I am still sick, and I am still forced to do housework. Philomena said angrily.

"That's all I can do, even if I'm tired, I'll be thrown into the snow by you at most, but you're different, if something happens, then I'll have to wait for death, that's one corpse and two lives, for the sake of my life, this time I resolutely don't plan to let you go out, unless you throw me into the snow ruthlessly." ”

"It's... Well, if there was a next time, I would have thrown you into the snow," Philomena thought that Muse's words made sense, nodded and reluctantly agreed.

"By the way, do you know what it takes to write this kind of book?" asked Muse, taking advantage of the porridge.

"Condition, do you want to buy biographies again?" Philomena frowned, she didn't want to have that kind of memory if she could.

"No, it's just asking about something, nothing else. Musene explained, not mentioning that he wanted to write a biographical history.

Since it is called biographical history in the language of this world, then I can only follow the local customs.

"You need to melt the spirit paper and strong spiritual power, although there are only two conditions, but no matter which condition is very difficult, the melting spirit paper is a low-class magic prop, even if it is the cheapest kind, a piece also costs dozens of gold coins, if you want to write a book, how much paper is used, there are not tens of thousands of gold coins to write, and the person who writes the history of the biography also needs the spiritual power of the regular magician level of the fourth level of magic power, considering that once the writing of the history of the biography fails, tens of thousands of yuan will have to be wasted, even if the magician of the fourth level of magic has the ability to write the history of the biography, not many people will be willing to do it, well... By the way, you may need an inscription pen to write. Philomena said slowly.

"Tens of thousands of gold coins? Tens of thousands of gold coins just to write a book, so you only spend two gold coins to buy it, isn't that earning?" Muse said.

"How can there be such a good thing, what is written on the melting spirit paper is the original, the one in your hand is just a copy, and the written one can be reproduced on the second-level Warcraft skin paper through spiritual power, which is much cheaper, and usually, the paper used for a book can be bought with a gold coin. ”

"It's... It's a bit of a hassle!" Muse swallowed, the difficulty of the matter was obviously beyond his imagination.

Even if the possibility of failure in writing a biographical history is ruled out, according to what Philomena said, it will take tens of thousands of books to sell to even the price paid, let alone make money, and with the current predicament, Muse Ne can't afford to write a book with tens of thousands of gold coins.

For a moment, Muse felt that the road ahead was dark, and there was no light to be seen.