"Uh..."
Lowe shook his sleepy head and propped himself up.
He is still a little unclear about the situation. He was playing "dead body" just now? How can I sleep? It seems that running too many tricks in one day is still too tiring! I can't stand it.
However, Rowe was stunned when he opened his eyes and looked around.
"This... Where is this?"
In front of him is a room full of medieval fantasy film style.
The whole room presents a regular square. On the right hand side of the room is a fireplace made of white marble, which is elegant and warm as jade. The warm fire is completely enclosed by a colored carved glass.
On the left side of the room is a large red walnut solid wood carved bookcase! These wooden bookcases have been around for a long time. Just the simple wooden carvings and shiny coating make them exude a thick sense of history.
Occasionally, there were several oil paintings of people whose faces could not be seen clearly hanging in the space around the room.
In the center of the house, there is simply a small round table with wooden waist and a wooden chair. In front of Rowe was a large desk made of stone. There is a wooden reading rack on the table, on which is a thick old leather book. In addition, there is an oil lamp and a feather pen on the table.
"Why am I here? Is it another play?? It's impossible. Those show groups are desperately poor. Where do they come from? Besides, our country doesn't shoot films and TV plays about the old European society..."
Rowe stood up and walked around the room, where his feet were covered with a carpet with excellent touch. Even the high arched ceiling is full of various complicated and beautiful patterns and patterns. If we use a word to describe this room, it is probably: "There is no blank space."
"Is it through?"
Lowe stroked the solid wood furniture gently, wondering whether he was tricked.
Five minutes later, Rowe was sure that he had indeed passed through! Because everything here is real! It is not the inferior props used in filming that can be appreciated!
"Good guy, I have also played a crossing? Hehehe~but...."
Lowe walked around the room again and pulled the handle in front of the only wooden door. Not moving at all!
"What are you doing locking me in here? How can you get out? Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"
Rowe slapped the door hard, but the wooden door seemed to be open on the wall, and there was no sense that it could be shaken.
"Whew...."
After taking a shot for a while, Lowe sat back at the desk with his swollen hands, and began to focus on the big leather book on the shelf.
"What's all this stuff about?"
Lowe glanced at the dark yellow pages that had been opened. There were more than half a page of words written on them, but he didn't understand any!
"Eh!?"
But something amazing happened. When Rowe was staring at the book and trying to see something, the original dense strange symbols on it gradually drifted away and were reassembled. And the newly combined text is Simplified Chinese!
Rowe was stunned by the scene in front of him. He looked at the relief text on the page that seemed to have 3D effect, and read it out subconsciously.
"What does it say? The Lord of the Rings... the final chapter... the unfinished ending?"
"What the hell is this?"
Rowe tried to turn to the next page of the book, but found that the back pages were just like glued by universal glue, and could not open a crack at all.
But right now! The quill pen, which had been lying quietly on the table, suddenly moved itself!
"Reclining trough!"
Lowe was so frightened that he fell back and sat on the ground.
Under Lowe's gaping gaze, the feather pen flew lightly, and "Brush Brush" began to write on the page by itself.
Lowe forced down his anxiety and fear, stood up and moved back to the desk step by step, craning his neck to look at the page.
"Frodo came to the core of Soren's country, which is the melting pot of Soren, the most powerful place for him. Here, all other forces must bow down. Frodo shouted loudly with his unprecedented momentum: 'I'm coming! But I decided not to carry out my purpose of coming here - I don't do it, the ring is mine! ’Suddenly, when he could not resist the temptation to put the ring on his finger, he disappeared in Sam's sight. Sam gasped, but he didn't have time to cry out, because at that moment, many things happened... "
Rowe has seen the movie of the Lord of the Rings before, and knows that this is the part of the trilogy where Frodo is going to throw a ring at the crater of the volcano. Originally, the story would appear here. Later, in the process of fighting for the ring with Frodo, the ring fell into the volcanic magma.
"This...."
Rowe approached the bottom of the page doubtfully, and there were several lines of small words written there:
"Please write a different ending for the story. This task is a novice teaching task and provides the prop 'pan'. This task rewards: solid pan, inferior ring. After the novice task is successfully completed, three functional rooms can be opened. If the task fails, it will be retransmitted back to the starting point. There will be no other punishment for the novice teaching task. Are you ready? ”
Lowe reached out and grabbed the feather pen floating in front of him in an uncertain way, and clicked the word "Start" at the bottom of the page with the tip of the pen. Suddenly! The option disappeared, a little ink rippled in the void, followed by the door that seemed never to be shaken with a "click"! It's like The sound of the lock being opened?!
"Hiss... shout
Lowe took a deep breath, thinking that maybe he could go back? What's more, it's clear in this book that if you fail, you will only be sent back, and will not die directly. Why don't you try?
It's just this so-called "different ending" It's ambiguous. How can you see it as a pit?? Is there a standard, brother!? And what kind of ghost is the task prop "pan" Shall I have a picnic with the Hobbit in the crater of the Armageddon? By the way, discuss the ownership of the Ring? God knows!
Although he thought it was unreliable, Rowe could only adjust his mind and start his own adventure with the pot in his hand.
Reach out and hold the handle of the door, push it slightly, and the heavy solid wood door slowly opens a gap.
"Oh!! What?! Why is it so hot?!"
As soon as he opened the door, a stream of hot air rushed towards Rowe! That's the smell of volcanic lava!
"Reclining slot!... This is really a novice task? I believe you are a ghost!"
"Ding Dong~The novice task will be further guided. Next, please open the door and go out boldly."
Lowe looked at the hint that appeared in front of him out of thin air, and his uneasiness also eased slightly.
"The dead man and the bird will face the sky, and the immortal will live for ten thousand years. Let's fight!"
Lowe closed his eyes and forced the door open! From the moment when his feet stepped out of the door, the wooden door behind him closed silently. When he opened his eyes and looked back, there was no way back!?
"This... this is Mount Doom?!"
Lowe held up the pan in front of him and looked nervously at the rugged black rocks around him. Not far away, the red magma that occasionally shoots up into the sky is like fire snakes full of malice! Rowe couldn't help imagining what he would do if he was burned?
"Ding Dong~Please find the person who owns the Ring as soon as possible. The task is in progress...."
After hearing the prompt from the system, Lowe forced himself to step forward, but when he looked down and saw his two big hairy feet, he could not help crying out.
"Ah! What ghost!? My feet? My hands? The clothes??"
Lowe was shocked, because for some reason, he has now become a figure in the Lord of the Rings, the fat attendant who accompanied Frodo ---- Sam.
