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

Therefore, the late Song dynasty disliked Western heroic narratives.

When everyone was in danger and almost everyone on the map had died, King Arthur finally arrived, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he pulled the sword from the stone and became king.

Then hurry up! The players are almost at the Stone Sword Plaza, and you, the one who drew the sword, are still nowhere to be seen.

Is this reasonable?

In Song Mo's eyes, the map of "The Legend of Merlin" seemed to be alive, with the dots on it constantly moving, flashing, and disappearing.

Each player is like a grain of rice, a point of light that is constantly being extinguished.

Player "Miguel Fernandez" has died. Cause of death: Hunger level reached zero.

[Player "Greta" is dead. Cause of death: She was caught in a player conflict near the red house and was hit by a stray bullet.]

[Player "Elena Petrova" has died. Cause of death: Obeying the prophecy, she attempted to leave the riverbank, but while washing her face on the shore, she was dragged to the bottom of the river by an angry fairy.]

[Player "Yoranda Morales" has died. Cause of death: After joining the Vortigern faction, she was sent to search the forest and encountered cannibalistic trolls.]

……

[Player "Isabella Rossi" has died. Cause of death: Stabbed in the heart with a dagger while asleep.]

[Player "Tanaka Ichiro" died. Cause of death: offended the Lady of the Lake, was cursed and turned into a toad, and was trampled to death by his teammates.]

[Player "David Phil" is dead. Cause of death: Discovered by a patrol of black-armored soldiers from Wootigan on the outskirts of Old London, he was impaled by a spear.]

[Player "Emily Blunt" is dead. Cause of death: She betrayed the Vortigern faction after joining it and was executed by hanging.]

[Player "Anna Kana" dies. Cause of death: While drinking water at Lake Avalon, she is secretly admired by a lake fairy, who then drags her underwater to her death.]

……

In short, some players were eaten by trolls, some were killed for offending fairies in the Avalon Swamp, some were cursed to death for trying to talk to fantasy races, some were executed by the Vortigerns, some were stabbed by undead while trying to pull out the sword from the stone, some were beheaded for trying to betray their cause, and some were reported and hanged for attempting to stage a coup in Old London...

If things weren't so bad, Song Mo would have thought she could write a book called "Ten Thousand Ways for Players to Die".

But at this moment, all she could do was collect the souls of the deceased players and send them to the underworld.

From a player's perspective, this is probably the most desperate dungeon to date:

All players have their attributes reduced by 30%, and are constantly threatened by infectious diseases such as the Black Death, malaria, smallpox, and pneumonia.

Then came the endless pursuit of the Death Legion.

Players not only face being chased by dead players who outnumber them by tens of thousands, but also have to guard against being betrayed by other traitorous players.

Even if you are lucky enough to escape these dangers, you may still encounter attacks from alien races, including but not limited to:

He rejected the fairy's confession and was then turned into an animal by the fairy.

You encounter goblins and have all your items stolen.

You encounter a ghost that tries to kill you with poison and possess your body.

Encountering an elf, attempting to seek help from "the kind, immortal beings depicted in movies and TV shows," only to be riddled with bullets by the elf, who is "kind but only to plants and animals and despises humans."

Finally, against this backdrop, players must overcome numerous obstacles to reach the Stone Sword Plaza, find Merlin, and assist King Arthur in ascending the throne.

Even Song Mo himself couldn't figure out how players could complete the main quest.

I feel so hopeless.

……

"I admit your plague, debuffs, and various traps are powerful, but my Deus Ex machina is not bad either. The player's exploration progress has reached 50% - we can invest more materials now."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he clenched his fists and clashed them together, then gave a sinister smile.

"Voltigan, huh? The undead legion, huh? Acting like nobody can't use deus ex machina!"

This is not just a war between players.

It was also her war.

Next up, it's the screenwriter's turn!

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On the frozen ground across the Thames, a group of people took shelter under a tilted boulder.

The boulder is natural, half embedded in the gravel layer on the frozen riverbank, and the other half protruding outwards like a crooked eave.

The entrance to the cave was mostly covered by withered vines and snow, with only a small patch of dry ground inside.

Inside the temperature-controlled tent, six people huddled together, each with varying degrees of debuffs on them.

[Chen Xi (Constable): Mid-stage of the Black Death, swollen lymph nodes, nausea, vomiting (all attributes decreased by 30% due to the plague)]

[Wang Lei: Under the ravages of the plague, all attributes have decreased by 30%]

[Weng Yang: Mild pneumonia, movement speed -10%, under Black Magic Curse, HP decreases by 0.1% per hour (under the plague, all attributes decrease by 30%)]

[Zheng Wenxuan: (Due to the rampant plague, all attributes have decreased by 30%)]

[Talk about Jasmine: In the early stages of the Black Death, symptoms include fever, nausea, and -10% HP (under the ravages of the plague, all attributes decrease by 30%).]

……

Chen Xi leaned against the stone, gripped a gun in his right hand, and wore a glass bottle on his chest, its mouth sealed with a brass stopper. Inside, a wisp of grayish-white mist was slowly swirling.

Occasionally, the shape of that cloud of mist would take on the form of a human figure, with hair, shoulders, and curled up into a ball.

[Kang Xiaojia (Doctor): Ghost race, unable to appear during the day, healthy.]

As the group crossed the border between the Avalon Swamp and the Old City, they were pursued by the Vortigern Legion.

An immortal and indestructible legion of death relentlessly hunts down every living thing it sees.

Even though Chen Xi's profession itself has a restraining effect on undead creatures labeled "evil," the undead creatures are endless.

This instance, this continent, seems to be cursed.

Besides players, the dead will become undead creatures and join the Voltigan legion.

—The players then realized why Voltigan didn't care about the lives of his people.

What the other side wants is a rule that lasts for thousands of generations; they don't care about the life or death of the ruled.

Thus, during this battle, Kang Xiaojia was cursed by the black sorcerer of Wotigan and turned into a ghost.

Jiang Chen, on the other hand, voluntarily joined the Voltigan camp, changed his race to Undead Knight, and parted ways with the squad.

Kang Xiaojia's body was put into Chen Xi's backpack, and her soul was placed in a prop glass bottle for preservation.

Chen Xi glanced down at the bottle.

The mist swirled halfway along the bottle's wall, as if responding to her gaze.

She didn't say anything, she just pressed the bottle against her chest.

"Knock knock knock!"

Wang Lei squatted in a corner of the tent, holding a stone in one hand and herbs in the other, helping Zheng Wenxuan grind the medicine.

After grinding the medicine into a paste, he immediately handed it to Tan Moli, who took it and applied it to Weng Yang's waist.

The wound on Weng Yang's waist had become ulcerated and the edges had turned black.

Although she awakened her profession, the curse of dark magic prevented her wounds from healing for a long time.

Tan Moli applied the medicinal mud, and Weng Yang gasped in pain, saying, "It's nothing."

"...Huh? Oh."

Tan Moli also looked much more haggard, her fatigue was almost written all over her face, and she seemed a little dazed.

Zheng Wenxuan sat on the other side, his eyes bloodshot, his whites red, and every four hours, a red glow rose in front of him.

He was almost always refining pills while keeping his skills on cooldown.

As soon as his skill cooldown was over, he would immediately start another batch.

The refined pills were piled up in the cloth bag next to him, and there were already more than a dozen of them.

"Zheng Wenxuan, why don't you take a rest?"

Weng Yang sat up straight, bit off the bandage, and said softly, "Continuing to train before the mana bar is fully restored will damage your mental strength."

Zheng Wenxuan shook his head and popped a mana-boosting pill into his mouth: "The more pills we refine, the more protection we all have."

Chen Xi didn't speak, but rubbed her temples.

This was the thirty-first day they had been pursued by the undead army, and everyone was exhausted to the limit.

Chronic sleep deprivation, mental tension, and mental pollution—

Chen Xi had already begun to see distorted illusions.

She glanced at the public broadcasting station, which had been bustling with activity but was now as cold and deserted as a no-man's-land:

"We have new information from Jiang Chen."

Everyone looked up, their eyes blank.

"The undead army of Vortigern has begun to make moves again. Non-human players lurking in London have spoken out. Merlin appeared in Stonehenge Square a few days ago."

Merlin prophesied that the prophesied son, who was said to be able to pull the sword from the stone, would do so in three days.

Wang Lei was panting heavily.

Zheng Wenxuan's eyelid twitched.

Tan Moli's hand, which was applying medicine, was suspended in mid-air when Weng Yang looked up.