The group of figures appeared in front of the players, including men and women, old and young, wearing simple and monotonous clothes made of coarse cotton and linen, holding a pitchfork hoe in his hands, and a look of fear and fear on his face.

These people generally have pale skin and thin body shapes.

The men standing in front were a little better and stronger, holding iron swords and shields in their hands, as if they were guards of the village.

"A brave man from afar, we are the guardians of the Holy Mountain."

An old man with white hair and crutches walked out of the crowd, looked at the players, and showed a flattering smile on his face, "Our village has been guarding the Holy Mountain for generations, receiving and reviewing all the pilgrims who tried to enter the Holy Mountain to worship - although the last time someone came to pilgrimage was fifty years ago...

Anyway, can you show me the brave certificates you carry?"

A certificate of bravery?

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

Judging from this, is it necessary to have certificates to obtain the qualification to enter the Holy Mountain?

The players exchanged their eyes silently. The village in front of them looked extremely backward and depressed, and the guard power did not look very strong. Ding Shinji alone could easily sweep it.

However, it is worth noting that all the villagers' upper and lower teeth are prominent and sharp, and they have an extremely faint special aura - the primitive desire for bloodthirsty and the restlessness for killing.

Based on all the characteristics, it is likely to be a dark creature race such as the blood clan or werewolf.

Considering their pale skin and their characteristics that can appear in the sun, perhaps it is a severely degraded blood clan group?

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

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

As he said, he gritted his teeth and felt as if he had endured great pain. He used his index fingernail to gently cut a small hole in his right palm.

Then he squeezed his palm with pain and poured blood into the groove at the bottom of the flashlight.

The faint smell of blood spread in the air. The villagers behind smelled the smell of blood. No matter men, women, young and old, their eyes turned red and their breathing became rapid.

"hiss..."

The village chief sucked in the air conditioner, gently bit the wound on his palm, licked the blood of the wound without wasting, aimed the flashlight at himself, and pressed the switch.

Buzz —

A dazzling beam of light appeared on the flashlight, and the village chief and the villagers behind him were illuminated by the beam, and a line of short red text slowly appeared above each person's head.

【Quarantine: Qualification】

???

This strange plot direction made the players dumbfounded. However, when the village chief turned the flashlight towards the player and shone the light beam, something even more strange happened-

The words [Quarantine: Quarantine] floated above all their heads.

What is this?

Ding Zhensi felt in a daze that he had fallen into a funny comic world this time, but the sensor lie detector function of the Kuiniu mecha showed that the other party's attitude was very serious and did not lie.

"Huh, it's so good, it's so good."

The village chief wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, put away the flashlight, turned his head and shouted to other villagers: "Let them all put down their weapons, and the brave men are finally here."

The crowd was a little noisy and noisy. The villagers hurriedly put down their weapons and were overjoyed. They looked happy with the expression of "When the brave came, the sky will be there, and when the brave came, the village will be peaceful."

"It's windy here, please follow me, sir, brave."

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

Players looked at each other and followed the village chief's footsteps.

The village is roughly round, with a small part being built inside the sunken mountain, surrounded by blue-black mountain rocks.

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

The decoration materials used are also different, including colored cement, glass, stone, iron plate, steel plate, crystal, luminescent crystal ore, and even biological scales - to be precise, dragon scales.

Ding Zhensi's eyes widened, and on the outside wall of a villager's house, several quadrilateral red dragon scales with a diameter of half a meter were decorated as walls.

The dragon scales are dim in color, with deep cracks on the surface, which are obviously traumatized and cannot be used as armor.

But the scanner analysis showed that this was undoubtedly the scales that fell off an adult red dragon.

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

Placed on the edge of the alley, it has been scrapped, steampunk style two-meter high power arbor;

It is obviously a bell for Taoist magic tools.

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 are like dragon scales, and are disrepaired. Judging from the heavy rust marks on it, they are at least something from decades ago and are completely unusable.

The narrow medieval village is actually like the World Expo, with everything.

Li Ang put his hands in his pocket in his white coat, looked around, and was amazed, and released the [group heart-to-heart technique] among his supernatural powers.

Emitting a thread of soul, extending to other teammates.

Li Ang:【Hey, can you hear it?】

Hornheim: [can hear.]

Liu Wudai: [can.]

Group heart-to-heart art is to establish spiritual links between a group of people and can be used to convey messages. Since there are differences in the form of each person's mind, the words sent in the spiritual link will also have similar voice differences.

Ding Zhensi: [What happened to the "quarantine: qualified" just now? Why does it have that sign on our heads?]

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

Liu Wudai: [I am also in Chinese.]

David: [What I saw in English. Um... It seems that the text itself should be native texts from another world, but they are translated by the system for the familiar texts that players are familiar with. Considering that the "Cattle of the Brave" mentioned by the village chief will be automatically issued after entering the holy mountain range, perhaps there is a certain plague in the world outside the holy mountain range. When outsiders enter the forest, they will automatically check whether there is any infection and confirm that they are not infected before entering the holy mountain]

Hornheim: [The dilapidated equipment in this village should be created by indigenous people. At least my detection spell shows that they have a history of at least fifty years. This is strange. Generally speaking, there are only one or two scientific and technological trees in an indigenous world. Because a civilization has limited attention, if there is clean and efficient magic energy, it will not go back to study inefficient steam engines. Unless the territory of this world is extremely vast and the continents are not connected, or...]

Anboli: [Or the owners of these equipment fell from the sky like us.]

The conversation in the spiritual link paused for no reason, and everyone's eyes looked at Ambori, causing the latter to subconsciously scratch his cheek, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

David coughed awkwardly.

Since entering the script world, Ambori has never spoken much and has been staying in the corner to watch the scenery, which makes others think that she is really not very thinking like the rumors, and she will never use her brain to solve problems with a scimitar.

David continued to say in the spiritual link: [In addition, there is another possibility. In the past, extraordinary people from another world, including and not limited to players, have entered this script. Their equipment props were left here (of course, it may also be that they died), and were picked up by the indigenous people here, and through analyzing technology, completely different technology trees have been developed in different regions...]

【that...】

Ding Zhensi couldn't help but interrupt: [You are not worried, is this village a black shop? It is specially used to harm adventurers, strip them of equipment and so on.]

Li Ang looked at him strangely: [What's there to worry about? If this village is a cross slope that specializes in killing adventurers, how could it hang things that have been used by brave men in the past every generation in the village? It's too obvious. Moreover, in all types of RPG games, the brave are the ones who are extremely vicious and take the initiative. At the very least, they can go into the house to steal all fruits, vegetables, gold coins, chickens, ducks and geese, and say that it is called "raising funds to defeat the devil king". At the worst, fish and meat villages oppress civilians, demolish villagers' houses as building materials, and lure men to deceive villagers into joining the team, and then they will strip his equipment and kick them back to the village. We are not good people, what are we afraid of.]

You are just right to say "I'm not a good person"!

Ding Zhensi was speechless, especially after seeing the expressions that the other people believed deeply, he didn't know how to complain.

Wait, is I the only one who has the conscience here?

The group chatted casually in the spiritual link. Wherever their eyes passed, the villagers returned to their houses, curious, fearful and vigilant, and closed the door.

The village chief led the player to his own home, greeted the servants to serve tea and water, and lit the fire.

The room quickly warmed up. The village chief sitting in the seat looked at the silent player and patted his thighs awkwardly, "Where did you come from? Is it the Duchy of Luosha?"

Hornheim 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 the Duchy of Luosha."

The village chief laughed happily and said, "My grandfather's grandfather had the honor to have met a brave man wearing the power armor of the Duchy of Luosha. He also took a photo with him. This is this photo."

He got up from the seat and picked up a photo frame from the cabinet next to him. On the dim and faded color photos in the photo frame, a young man with a similar appearance to him was standing next to a tall and burly power armor.

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

“We came from a small place, not worth mentioning.”

Hornheim withdrew his gaze to look at the photo, cleared his throat, and asked, "Let's say a long story short, Mr. Village Chief, can you tell us how to enter the Holy Mountain?"

"Holy Mountain..."

The village chief rubbed his palms, took a breath, and said awkwardly: "Uh, this is the case. There were some accidents in our village before, so I'm not sure whether the pilgrimage process can continue normally..."

Hornheim raised his eyebrows, "Accident? What does it mean?"

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

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

These items include houses and building materials, ore raw materials, weapons and weapons, mecha ships, paper books, and sometimes even fall from tourists from other worlds.

The residents of the script world have long been accustomed to the daily life of foreign objects falling from the sky, and have developed their own technology trees by analyzing the falling objects from the sky. Travelers from other worlds will not be killed because of their uniqueness, and will be warmly treated by the local kingdom in most cases.

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

However, some tourists from other worlds (according to them, many of them were passively teleported in under inexplicable circumstances, and some of them were civilians from other worlds) would also urgently want to return to their original world.

At this time, they can cross the ocean and come to the small island where the Holy Mountain is located to conduct 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 teleporting them back to their hometown.

The indigenous people of the script world also have this opportunity to participate in trials as brave men to achieve their own wishes - such as resurrecting their cherished family lovers, obtaining the ultimate knowledge they have always dreamed of, etc.

The village at the foot of the Holy Mountain is the guardian family of the Holy Mountain. They have been responsible for guarding the Holy Mountain for generations, entertaining brave men from all over the world, and proposing primary trials on the brave men.

If they can pass their assessment, they can obtain the key to the holy mountain - some brave teams will teleport away, realize their wishes, or fail to participate in the trial, and will also give their items to the villagers of the village, that is, the weapons and equipment that players have seen in the village before.

"Really speaking, I, as the village chief, should publish the trial content,"

The village chief said awkwardly: "My ancestors usually ask the brave to go to the surrounding forests and caves to kill wild animals, or collect some kind of precious flowers.

Then give the key to opening the gate of the Holy Mountain to the brave.

But now, the gate of the Holy Mountain has been destroyed by a strange monster fifty years ago, and no brave people have ever come since then.
Chapter completed!