I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the impression of the "main god" was still that of a "glowing round dumpling" from the novel era.

But that didn't stop her from starting her own game.

[Background: The Pendragon family rules the continent. Uther's brother, Vortigern, in order to usurp the throne, colluded with a dark mage, opened the Dark Portal, used the Black Death to create a dark army, and betrayed and murdered Uther.]

[First night over, number of surviving players: 240.]

[Warning: Vortigern has made a deal with the Cailleach Bheara (snow elves) to hinder King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. A blizzard is coming.]

……

"Wow, wow, wow! You old Dragoon family fight for the throne and seize the inheritance, brothers killing brothers, uncles killing nephews—that's one thing, but why do you have to artificially create snow and disaster?"

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he was stunned by the bizarre actions of the dungeon boss.

No wonder this dungeon is quite difficult—it features the Black Death, blizzards, and legions of the dead, all set in medieval Europe.

More than sixty players died in one night, not to mention Arthur, Wotigan's own nephew.

If it weren't for the fantasy elements, Arthur's ability to evade blizzards, the Black Death, and the pursuit of the Dark Legion... well, maybe he truly was destined for greatness.

"No, we need to give the players some hints, otherwise the whole team will be wiped out and what's the point of playing?"

At the end of the Song Dynasty, staring at the vast snowstorm on the screen, he stretched out his finger and wrote in the air.

The ink-wash style text struggled to penetrate some intangible barrier, slowly dissolving—

Side Quest: A blizzard is coming. Gather firewood for warmth and build a shelter.

[Mission Reward: Unknown.]

Soon, the players in the dungeon began to take action.

From a higher dimension, Song Mo could "see" every move of all the players in the instance:

Looting abandoned houses for supplies, frantically cutting down trees in the forest, asking for teammates in the public chat, quickly searching for shelter, and even stealing Celtic gold coins from the dead in the chaos...

Everyone was skin and bones, and their specific appearance was not discernible.

The official squads and druid squads, which were the focus of attention at the end of the Song Dynasty, quickly returned to their lodgings and collected as much firewood as possible to repair their houses.

"A very smart move."

Because the copy and reality are out of sync, the scenes seen at the end of the Song Dynasty appear to be sped up.

[A player has obtained the dungeon item: the book "Archmage Merlin," current exploration progress 5%.]

[Excerpt from "Merlin the Archmage": The Archmage's full name is Merlin Ambrose... His father had demon blood, and his mother was an elf.]

...Merlin is a half-human, half-demon Cambyon. He is skilled in shapeshifting and prophecy, assists King Uther in ascending the throne, and prophesies that the red dragon (a Welshman) will eventually defeat the white dragon (a Saxon).

After the death of Morgana, Merlin's greatest enemy, he forged a holy sword using his staff and "Dragon's Breath".

...The sword was inscribed with the words: "The one who draws this sword shall be the king of the whole realm"...King Uther, the owner of the holy sword, tragically met his predetermined fate.

The great Merlin Ambrose prophesied to Vortigern:

"...The greed of the greedy is endless, but the greed of the king will open the gates of hell..."

"When darkness ravages the land and the gods disappear, new gods will descend."

"The young knight, embodying love and fearlessness, plunged the holy sword into the chest of the greedy, ending this cycle of calamity."

……

……

"Is the new god referring to me? Or is this just a dubious prophecy?"

Song Mo glanced at the player ID that contributed this portion of exploration points and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

[Player: Tan Moli (Intelligence Scientist)]

In the scene, two little figures are huddled in a stone house, and the campfire in the fireplace flickers as if it might go out at any moment.

[Player: Weng Yang, Status: Early stage of Black Death, Received debuffs: Movement Speed ​​-10%, Health -10%, Sanity -10%]

Wengyang?

Before the end of the Song Dynasty, Song Mo thought highly of this girl and even considered having her awaken her medical skills—but Song Mo later realized that she seemed to be more suited to a more assertive profession.

As for talking about jasmine?

She remembered that the other person had underlying health conditions, but survived the London Underground disaster and awakened the profession of "intelligence scientist".

At the end of the Song Dynasty, she began to select a suitable profession from the professional card pool, but no matter what she chose, she felt it was not suitable.

So she simply included a purple random class card in the task reward for Tan Moli.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, no one knew what profession Weng Yang would awaken.

But that depends on Tan Moli, and whether she will choose to use this purple professional card on her teammates.

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【恭喜玩家「谈茉莉」贡献副本探索值5%，获得奖励：积分+500，随机职业卡（紫）×1、恆温帐篷×1、坩锅×1、千里无饥丹×10、女妖的铜币（紫）×1】

[Random Career Card (Purple): After use, the user will randomly obtain a purple career path.]

[Seamless Temperature Tent (Blue): A magical constant temperature tent that can accommodate six people and can withstand extreme cold without damage.]

[Crucible: This is a crucible used for brewing crude herbs.]

[The Banshee's Coin (Purple): A special item. Throwing it into the river will cause the serpentine banshee to appear and tell the player a prophecy about her death.]

Inside the instance, a heavy blizzard pressed down.

Holding a few pitiful pieces of firewood in her arms, Tan Moli opened her mouth slightly, then, overjoyed, dropped the firewood and turned to look at her teammates:

"Weng Yang! Weng Yang!!"

The simple hut was drafty from all sides. Tan Moli's cloak was hanging on a hemp rope, shielding the unwell Weng Yang from the wind.

She draped her coat over her teammate, even though Tan Moli herself was already pale with cold.

But Weng Yang seemed to be in worse condition—the young girl's face was flushed, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she was trembling uncontrollably.

Even though Tan Moli added a large amount of firewood to the fireplace and the temperature rose, it was to no avail.

"Weng Yang, hang in there a little longer."

Tan Moli glanced at her unconscious teammate, then stealthily peeked outside to make sure no one was there before quickly unfolding the [Constant Temperature Tent]—

Tan Moli practically dragged and carried Weng Yang into the tent. As soon as they entered, she immediately felt the rising temperature.

The harshness and cold of the blizzard seemed to be kept out by the thin tent in that instant.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Tan Moli was exhausted, but without time to rest, she crawled out of the tent again, pulled out the firewood, and extinguished the campfire.

Weng Yang was unconscious, the other members of the team were missing, and she had little fighting ability.

If the existence of the constant-temperature tent is discovered, she will have no chance to protect the props.

So she simply opened the door, took one last look at the dying fire, and crawled into the tent, letting the blizzard sweep into the room and bury half of the stone house.

From a distance, it looks like an abandoned house buried by a blizzard.

After doing all this, Tan Moli trembled with fear, her eyes filled with tears, yet she still remembered to shakily stuff the "Thousand Mile Hunger-Free Pill" into Weng Yang's and her own mouths.

However, Weng Yang, who was in a coma, was unable to swallow.

"Please, Weng Yang, you can't die."

Tan Moli couldn't stop crying, but she was afraid that her cries would attract the terrifying corpse collectors, so she lowered her voice and almost pleaded:

"You mustn't die, please, don't die, eat, eat it—"

Perhaps her pleas were heard, or perhaps it was a miracle.

Weng Yang actually started swallowing.

"You absolutely have to be useful, otherwise I'll... otherwise I'll—"

In the end, she didn't say anything threatening.