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

"Some players are already planning to head to the Stone Sword Plaza."

Chen Xi repeated: "We are currently located near the intersection of the island in the lake and the Thames River, only two days' journey from Stone in the Sword Square."

"Three more days."

Wang Lei muttered to himself, "If we just wait for King Arthur to pull out that damned sword, we can go home?"

He no longer wants to complete the mission.

Even if the alternate reality were to occur, and Great Britain were to revert to its former neon-like state—what would that have to do with him?!

Endless pursuit, the torment of disease, and system tasks with no end in sight.

He just wants to go home!

This is also the opinion of many players.

The initial longing for King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table has been worn away by exhaustion and the pain of life and death.

People yearn for epic myths and dream of being a part of them.

But only when they become a few strokes in history books do we realize the preciousness of life and heroes.

……

……

How many players are still willing to complete the quest?

Weng Yang opened the map, spread it on the ground, and pointed to the marks on it:

"The problem is that Wojtigan's undead army is stationed near the banks of the Thames."

She drew a line on the map: "Their camps are on both sides of the river. There's no way we can get close with just a few of us, unless we can fly."

"It can fly."

Tan Moli coughed, her face turning an unnatural pale from a long-term illness.

"Have you all forgotten about Big White?"

Everyone then realized that their brains were almost broken from exhaustion.

Da Bai is the giant bird that Tan Moli hatched.

Perhaps because it possesses the bloodline of a strange creature, in less than a month, this fledgling bird has already surpassed the size of all the large birds they are familiar with.

"It's a bit dangerous."

Chen Xi shook his head: "There are dark mages and other players in the Wotigan Legion. If we get hit in the air and fall down, we're really doomed."

She paused, then continued, "Now we can only try to sneak into the city. We must help Arthur seize the sword in the stone on the day Merlin prophesied."

This is the final window of opportunity to complete the task.

Otherwise, they would have to stay in this instance for the full ninety days, and then return to reality along with the shattered instance.

Let's not even talk about whether there will be any living things under the plague after ninety days.

Just considering the instance shattering, how can they guarantee their survival?

The cave was quiet for a few seconds.

"Isn't Jiang Chen there?"

Wang Lei tentatively suggested, "Perhaps we could use our points to bribe those players who joined the Wotigan faction and get them to lead us into the city?"

"I believe Jiang Chen, but I don't believe those people."

Zheng Wenxuan looked up at him and said, "That group of people led an undead army to hunt down players and steal their points and items. Their race is no longer human."

If we go there now, we might just be walking into the lion's den.

"Agreed."

Weng Yang also shook his head: "I don't recommend pinning your hopes of entering the city on other players."

Chen Xi's gaze fell on the map, and his finger pointed to several marked points on the banks of the Thames.

Those markers were pieced together using information provided by players who are still struggling to stay afloat.

This includes the deployment and distribution of the undead legion, its patrol routes, and its changing of the guard times.

She tried to find a gap she could squeeze through, but just then, the ground began to shake.

"Boom boom boom—"

At first, it was just dust falling from the stone wall, but then it became more and more obvious, and the tremors came up from the ground, as if something huge was moving rapidly.

Weng Yang immediately stomped out the campfire.

Zheng Wenxuan pulled a handful of herbs from his backpack and sprinkled them on the embers of the fire: "Sizzle!"

The herbs emitted a pungent wisp of smoke, masking all human scents in the cave.

Chen Xi quickly took out a linen cloak, unfolded it, and covered the hole.

The moment the burlap was applied, its color blended seamlessly with the surrounding rocks.

The cave was deathly silent.

Everyone hid inside the tent, holding their breath.

A moment later, a snow rabbit ran past the burrow and began munching on the grass roots.

No one made a sound inside the cave.

suddenly!

An arrow whizzed from afar and pierced the snow rabbit's head perfectly.

The rabbit fell to the ground, its four paws twitched, and it was enveloped in black mist. Then the corpse rose up, its eyes bloodshot.

It became an undead creature.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap."

The heavy, rhythmic sound of horses' hooves rang out, and Chen Xi peered out through the gaps in his linen cloak:

Plague-ridden warhorses appeared in the snow, led by an undead knight wearing tattered armor, the gaps in which were covered with black mycelium.

His, or rather its, right half of his face had become a net-like structure, with bones protruding from under the skin, and the space where his eyes were was a black hole.

Plague Knight: Level 60

Then, the undead creature raised its longsword, its broken upper and lower jaws clashing together, emitting a mournful cry:

[destroy.]

[destroy.]

[Death is immortality.]

Behind it, thousands upon thousands of undead legions began to advance.

The "soldiers" in the legion are mostly skeletons, half-rotten corpses, and a considerable number of them cannot even be called "soldiers":

The bodies were still wearing the clothes they wore when they were alive; some were broken chainmail, and some were rough nettle cloth.

Judging by their withered and emaciated appearance, it is easy to distinguish them from the bloated and fat nobles.

Unlike players who retain intelligence after changing races, these undead, who died after being infected with the Black Death, have had their souls sacrificed and have no chance of resurrection.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap."

"Tap, tap, tap, tap."

Led by the Plague Knight, this legion known as "Death" marched through the valley, and wherever the corpses trod, the ground was immediately stained with an ominous gray-white color.

The hibernating insects struggled to emerge from the snow, then died.

A flock of birds perched on roadside branches landed silently, and decay quickly climbed up their feathers and into their brains.

The dry branches curled up, the bark peeled off at a visible speed, and even the withered grass turned black instantly.

The terrifying aura of death crept inch by inch along the Thames toward the old London site, Stonehenge Square.

Wherever it passed, it left only scorched earth.

All life is transformed into death.

Suddenly, the lead undead knight raised his head, his empty eye sockets staring at the sky—

A large white bird was circling in the sky.

It flew very high, which is why it avoided death.

[die.]

The knight raised his skeletal arm and pointed it at the giant bird in the sky.

From the ranks beside him, a cloaked, half-rotten dark mage stepped forward, his jawbones clicking, seemingly still retaining the wisdom he had in life.

It began chanting complex incantations, its target the giant white bird in the sky.

Inside the cave, Tan Moli desperately covered her mouth, staring intently at the white dot in the sky, silently chanting in her heart:

Fly! Big White, fly higher!

The giant bird seemed to sense its master's emotions, flapping its wings in preparation for a swoop, but just as its wings tilted, several shooting stars suddenly streaked across the sky—

The sky was originally gray, with clouds blocking out the sun and not a single ray of light.

Then, first, there was a small black dot.

Those tiny black dots, no bigger than sesame seeds, moved faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into several stars with long trailing tails!

"唳——"

As if sensing something, Big White turned and swooped down toward the cave where the group was hiding, letting out a mournful cry as a warning.

But it was too late.

Chen Xi looked up, her eyes reflecting the "shooting star" falling from the sky, and her pupils contracted sharply!