The sky is getting late, the setting sun is slanting, and the mountains and mountains are like giant beasts lying down and sleeping quietly, shrouded in the rays of the sun.

The path between the mountains and forests is rugged, perhaps because of the rain just in the morning. The dirt road is quite muddy, with puddles dotted with puddles.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out, the wheels ran over the stagnant water, and a spacious and luxurious carriage drove on the mountain path. There were various books and a thick stack of newspapers on the long wooden table in the carriage. .

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

East Lane Company started colonial business, the stock price rose to 40 times the issue price, investors had great confidence in the company;

The new prime minister forms a cabinet and hires a goblin lady with a master's degree as secretary to the prime minister;"

Li Ang quickly flipped through the contents of the newspaper. Newspapers in this world have poor paper quality, blurry handwriting, and poor printing quality. The layout inside is also very problematic.

The big pages are full of sensational headlines of bizarre events,

What "the 80-year-old old woman living alone was dragged from her home and put into a captive cage"

"Viscountess Walpole and the man hugged in the theatre, the Viscount smiling indifferently"

"Norfolk man becomes bizarrely pregnant after using hair dye."

On the contrary, it is some serious official news, which only takes up some small pages and is stuffed in the corners of the newspaper like tofu cubes.

And in the gap between the two newspapers, there are also some hand-painted, modeled underwear advertisements (this part of the content is of the highest quality printed in the newspaper)

The 80-year-old woman mentioned above was kept in captivity, but it was actually an 80-year-old tortoise-shaped beast that was taken in by the Principality's Animal Protection Organization.

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

The man who used the hair dye was not pregnant, just ate some kind of plant fruit that caused his bloating and didn't **** for a week.

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

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

I like to spy on scandals, use **** titles, and make up content. It is far more unscrupulous and unrestrained than the UC body that "will regret not seeing it" and "photographs that shocked all mankind".

In the carriage, not only Li Ang was flipping through the newspapers, but other people were also reading related books and materials.

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

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

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

Closed scripts tend to have a shorter process, and players can obtain less information, a bit like escape room,

The open script has a longer process, and players have more diverse customs clearance methods, and they can even explore at will within the time limit of the task.

The most important resource in the script world is not the rewards for clearing the game, nor the corpse of the script task boss, 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 positive in looking at the information. Julia still asked Frederick, the lumberjack, about what he owned in the Kingdom of Horses. Extraordinary power.

The answer given by Frederick was unsatisfactory. According to him, all kingdoms, including the Kingdom of the Horses, only had Griffin Knights, heavy armored cavalry, Regular legions such as wolf cavalry have few spellcasters, and their heritage is obscure and scarce.

He has lived in the deep mountains and forests for all these years, and he knows almost nothing about why the extraordinary power of the outside world can develop by leaps and bounds.

Well, this bearded prince in trouble... so far, it's really a worthless snack.

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

Everyone raised their heads instantly. Among the noisy voices, there were both crying and scolding, as well as the metal collision of swords and soldiers, and the sound of explosions.

Up ahead, there is a skirmish.

The coachman hired from the carriage shop threw 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!"

"No hurry."

Li Ang's calm voice came from the car, he glanced at his teammates, nodded, opened the door and walked out.

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

"As a pacifist oriental monk, the thing I hate the most is someone fighting and killing in front of my eyes."

Li Ang said calmly: "I'll go ahead to explore the road. You turn the carriage around and stop at about a thousand paces back. We will come back to you later. If no one is looking, you can go back to Hamelin Town by yourself. ."

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

Aren't these people afraid of death at all?

As the sound of the fighting in front became louder and the passengers had no intention of leaving at all, the coachman turned his head around and left on his own.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually drifted away, Li Ang took out the bronze scythe of the animal husbandry from the void, and with a little toes on the ground, he jumped up vigorously, and jumped into the forest.

Stomping on the trunk of the giant tree in a row, galloping towards the noise ahead.

The ~IndoMTL.com~ where the sound of weapons fighting was heard was a glade where two groups of people were fighting,

On one side are forty or fifty burly men in uniforms, all with wooden or metal clubs in their hands. On their uniforms were the words "Anton Town Hornburg Paper Company".

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

They had green-yellow oil paint on their faces, strange clothes (cloth, woven from vines, animal skins, and two pieces of hardwood draped over their fronts and backs), with wooden stick.

Most of the people in this group of strange clothes are relatively thin young men and women, and there are also some middle-aged and elderly people.

In the back of the crowd, is a group of children holding stones.

The two groups of people were fighting each other. The burly men dressed in paper-making company costumes clearly had the advantage in physical size and weapons, but they seemed a little restrained in the real fight, and did not dare to kill them.

He can only passively defend against the attack of the wooden sticks of the strange clothes camp. Occasionally, the group of children wearing strange clothes will smash the body with stones from a distance, and the head will be broken and the blood will be lost.

"Defend our forests!"

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

"For the protection of the environment! You defilers of the earth and forest, die!"

Seeing that this group of people in strange clothes shouting inexplicable slogans was about to completely surround the employees of the papermaking company, a ghostly figure jumped out of the forest.

The sky is getting late, the setting sun is slanting, and the mountains and mountains are like giant beasts lying down and sleeping quietly, shrouded in the rays of the sun.

The path between the mountains and forests is rugged, perhaps because of the rain just in the morning. The dirt road is quite muddy, with puddles dotted with puddles.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out, the wheels ran over the stagnant water, and a spacious and luxurious carriage drove on the mountain path. There were various books and a thick stack of newspapers on the long wooden table in the carriage. .

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

East Lane Company started colonial business, the stock price rose to 40 times the issue price, investors had great confidence in the company;

The new prime minister forms a cabinet and hires a goblin lady with a master's degree as secretary to the prime minister;"

Li Ang quickly flipped through the contents of the newspaper. Newspapers in this world have poor paper quality, blurry handwriting, and poor printing quality. The layout inside is also very problematic.

The big pages are full of sensational headlines of bizarre events,

What "the 80-year-old old woman living alone was dragged from her home and put into a captive cage"

"Viscountess Walpole and the man hugged in the theatre, the Viscount smiling indifferently"

"Norfolk man becomes bizarrely pregnant after using hair dye."

On the contrary, it is some serious official news, which only takes up some small pages and is stuffed in the corners of the newspaper like tofu cubes.

And in the gap between the two newspapers, there are also some hand-painted, modeled underwear advertisements (this part of the content is of the highest quality printed in the newspaper)

The 80-year-old woman mentioned above was kept in captivity, but it was actually an 80-year-old tortoise-shaped beast that was taken in by the Principality's Animal Protection Organization.

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

The man who used the hair dye was not pregnant, just ate some kind of plant fruit that caused his bloating and didn't **** for a week.

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

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

I like to spy on scandals, use **** titles, and make up content. It is far more unscrupulous and unrestrained than the UC body that "will regret not seeing it" and "photographs that shocked all mankind".

In the carriage, not only Li Ang was flipping through the newspapers, but other people were also reading related books and materials.

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

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

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

Closed scripts tend to have a shorter process, and players can obtain less information, a bit like escape room,

The open script has a longer process, and players have more diverse customs clearance methods, and they can even explore at will within the time limit of the task.

The most important resource in the script world is not the rewards for clearing the game, nor the corpse of the script task boss, 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 positive in looking at the information. Julia still asked Frederick, the lumberjack, about what he owned in the Kingdom of Horses. Extraordinary power.

The answer given by Frederick was unsatisfactory. According to him, all kingdoms, including the Kingdom of the Horses, only had Griffin Knights, heavy armored cavalry, Regular legions such as wolf cavalry have few spellcasters, and their heritage is obscure and scarce.

He has lived in the deep mountains and forests for all these years, and he knows almost nothing about why the extraordinary power of the outside world can develop by leaps and bounds.

Well, this bearded prince in trouble... so far, it's really a worthless snack.

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

Everyone raised their heads instantly. Among the noisy voices, there were both crying and scolding, as well as the metal collision of swords and soldiers, and the sound of explosions.

Up ahead, there is a skirmish.

The coachman hired from the carriage shop threw 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!"

"No hurry."

Li Ang's calm voice came from the car, he glanced at his teammates, nodded, opened the door and walked out.

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

"As a pacifist oriental monk, the thing I hate the most is someone fighting and killing in front of my eyes."

Li Ang said calmly: "I'll go ahead to explore the road. You turn the carriage around and stop at about a thousand paces back. We will come back to you later. If no one is looking, you can go back to Hamelin Town by yourself. ."

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

Aren't these people afraid of death at all?

As the sound of the fighting in front became louder and the passengers had no intention of leaving at all, the coachman turned his head around and left on his own.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually drifted away, Li Ang took out the bronze scythe of the animal husbandry from the void, and with a little toes on the ground, he jumped up vigorously, and jumped into the forest.

Stomping on the trunk of the giant tree in a row, galloping towards the noise ahead.

The ~IndoMTL.com~ where the sound of weapons fighting was heard was a glade where two groups of people were fighting,

On one side are forty or fifty burly men in uniforms, all with wooden or metal clubs in their hands. On their uniforms were the words "Anton Town Hornburg Paper Company".

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

They had green-yellow oil paint on their faces, strange clothes (cloth, woven from vines, animal skins, and two pieces of hardwood draped over their fronts and backs), with wooden stick.

Most of the people in this group of strange clothes are relatively thin young men and women, and there are also some middle-aged and elderly people.

In the back of the crowd, is a group of children holding stones.

The two groups of people were fighting each other. The burly men dressed in paper-making company costumes clearly had the advantage in physical size and weapons, but they seemed a little restrained in the real fight, and did not dare to kill them.

He can only passively defend against the attack of the wooden sticks of the strange clothes camp. Occasionally, the group of children wearing strange clothes will smash the body with stones from a distance, and the head will be broken and the blood will be lost.

"Defend our forests!"

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

"For the protection of the environment! You defilers of the earth and forest, die!"

Seeing that this group of people in strange clothes shouting inexplicable slogans was about to completely surround the employees of the papermaking company, a ghostly figure jumped out of the forest.