It was getting late, and the sunset shone in a slanted light, and the mountains were like sleeping giant beasts, shrouded in the sunset.

The paths between the mountains and forests are rugged. Perhaps because it had just rained in the morning, the dirt road was quite muddy and there were puddles of water.

The sound of horse hooves was heard, the wheels were rolling over the water, and a spacious and luxurious carriage drove on the mountain trail. On the long wooden table in the carriage were filled with various books and a thick stack of newspapers.

“The Kingdom of Fema introduced tulip bulbs and the price soared;

Donglane Company conducts colonial business, and the stock price has risen to 40 times the issue price, and investors are very confident in the company;

The new prime minister forms a cabinet and hires a Ms. Goblin with a master's degree as prime minister's secretary;

Li Ang quickly flipped through the newspaper content. The newspapers in this world had poor paper quality, blurred handwriting, and poor printing quality, and the layout inside was also a problem.

The large pages are filled with sensational and bizarre event titles.

What is "The old lady living alone at the age of 80 was dragged away from her home and kept in a captivity"

"Viss Walpole hugged and hugged the man in the theater, and the Viscount smiled calmly next to him."

"A man in Norfolk County became a strange pregnancy after using hair dye."

On the contrary, some serious official news only occupies some small pages and stuffs them on the corners of the newspaper like tofu blocks.

In the gap between the two newspapers, some hand-painted underwear advertisements with models were also published (this part of the content is the highest-quality newspaper printing)

The 80-year-old woman mentioned above was kept in captivity, but the Principal Animal Protection Organization actually accepted an 80-year-old turtle-shaped monster.

The unknown man that Vises Walpole hugged was actually her two-year-old child.

The man who used hair dye was not pregnant, but just ate some kind of plant fruit and caused bloating and did not shit for a week.

I have to say that even if this magically modified 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.

I like to spy on scandals, use nonsense titles, and make up the contents. It is far more unconscionable than the uc body that "I will regret not reading them" and "photos that stir up all mankind".

In the carriage, not only Li Ang was reading newspapers, but others were also reading related books and materials.

The real world player forum has reached a consensus a long time ago, and divide the script world into two types.

One is closed, which means that players are placed in a closed and isolated space and cannot go out to explore at will, such as the Hijima campus script that Li Ang had experienced before.

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

Closed scripts often have shorter flow and players can get less information, which is a bit like escape room,

The open script process is longer, and players can pass the level more diverse, and they can even explore it at will within the time limit of the task.

The most important resource in the script world is not the reward for passing the level, nor the corpse of the boss in the script task, but the extraordinary power system and knowledge system contained in this world.

These things are completely priceless.

Driven by interests, several other players were also very active in reading the information. Julia asked the lumberjack Frederick in a row, asking him about the extraordinary power he had in the Kingdom of Ma back then.

Frederick's answer was not satisfactory. According to him, all kingdoms, including the Kingdom of Horses, had only conventional legions such as the Griffon Knights, heavy armored cavalry, and wolf cavalry. The number of spellcasters was rare and the inheritance was obscure and scarce.

Over the years, he lived in the deep mountains and forests and knew almost nothing about why the extraordinary powers in the outside world could develop rapidly.

Well, this in distressed prince with a beard and a fat face is really a wasteful snack with no use.

The players sitting in the carriage continued to read the books and materials, and suddenly, a noise came from the forest ahead.

Everyone raised their heads in an instant. The noisy sounds included crying, shouting, shouting, and metal collisions and explosions.

In front, there is a small battle.

The coachman hired from the carriage shop shook a whip in panic, grabbed the reins, stopped the carriage, turned his head and shouted softly, "My Monk, it seems that someone is fighting in front of us, let's turn around!"

"No hurry."

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

The carriage driver was so scared that he burst into tears, "Mr. Monk, are you?!"

"As an Eastern monk who upholds pacifism, what I don't like most is that someone is fighting and killing in front of me."

Li Ang said calmly: "I'll go ahead and explore the road. You turn the carriage and stop about a thousand steps back. We will come back to find you later. If no one looks for it, you can go back to Hamelin Town by yourself."

The coachman, who was not sure about the details of these people, was stunned when he looked at the group of passengers walking out of the carriage.

Are these people not afraid of death at all?

As the sound of the armed fight in front became louder and several passengers had no intention of leaving at all, the coachman gritted his teeth and turned the front of the car and left by himself.

The sound of horse hooves gradually drifted away. Li Ang took out the bronze sickle of the Soul from the void, and his toes were stumbled on the ground, his body was leaping up and jumping into the forest.

Stepping on the trunk of giant trees, galloping towards the noisy places ahead.

There was a sound of fighting weapons and weapons, and there were two groups of people fighting there.

One side was forty or fifty burly men in uniform uniforms, all holding sticks of wood or metal. Their uniforms all had the words "Honeburg Paper Company, King'an Town" on them.

On the other side are hundreds of strangely dressed people,

They were painted with green and yellow oil paint on their faces, dressed in strange clothes (cloth, vine woven, animal fur, two pieces of hardwood draped in front of and behind them), and wooden sticks in their hands.

Most of these strange costumes are young men and women with thin body shapes, and some middle-aged and elderly people.

Behind the crowd is a group of children holding stones.

The two groups of people were fighting each other. The burly men wearing paper company clothing clearly had the advantage of their bodies and weapons, but when they really fought, they seemed a little restrained and dared not take any action.

He could only passively defend against the attack of the wooden sticks in the strange clothing camp. Occasionally, the group of children wearing strange clothing would be hit by the body with stones, their heads were bleeding, and they would retreat step by step.

“Defend our forest!”

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

"For the sake of environmental protection! You blasphemers from the earth and forests, go to die!"
Chapter completed!