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Chapter 1081: Play Again

"I won't play anymore"

"The program gave me an early warning. I need to modify it for the last time. Be good, little brat. It's still dark."

"Ding, the designated script "The Lord of the Rings" begins"

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes suddenly and found himself leaning against a mottled stone wall. His last memory was that Li Jingling asked him to play "The Lord of the Rings" again.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about! Hand me the quiver!" A soldier with a dirty face pushed him roughly.

Zhao Wuji looked down at himself, his heart almost stopping. He was wearing a muddy Gondor leather armor, a short sword hung on his waist, and his right hand was unconsciously holding a longbow. Under the city wall, thousands of orc troops surged like a black tide, and the fireballs thrown by the catapults drew dazzling trajectories in the night sky.

[Ding! Extras security system activated] A mechanical sound suddenly sounded in his mind, "You are currently playing as: Miscellaneous Soldier #47 of the Third Wall Guard of Gondor."

"Why"

【系统规则如下：1.必须确保原剧情不受任何干扰；2.可通过合法手段赚取金币；3.当账户达到1，000，000金币或剧情自然结束时，可返回】

A translucent interface suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wuji:

[Current Gold Coins: 10]

[Return conditions: 1 gold coins/end of story]

[Violation penalty: from pain to death depending on the severity]

A sharp whistle interrupted the system. The sky suddenly darkened, and nine dark shadows flew over from the direction of Mordor. Zhao Wuji's blood instantly solidified - they were the Ringwraiths, and the Witch King of Angmar, who was leading them, was flying straight towards the city wall.

"Hide!" The surrounding soldiers screamed and lay down.

Zhao Wuji froze in place, watching the huge fallen creature getting closer and closer. The rotten wings of the Witch King's mount fanned a foul wind, and he could even see the maggots wriggling under the chain mail.

[Warning! Ringwraith weapons are attacking at 45 degrees to the left] The system suddenly sounded an alarm, [It is recommended to roll to the right immediately]

His body reacted before his mind did, and as he fell, a black mace grazed his scalp and struck the battlement, slicing his cheek with splinters of stone.

"Ah!" A shrill scream came from behind. Zhao Wuji looked back and saw that the soldier who pushed him just now was pierced through the chest by the weapon of the Ringwraith. The black armor was corroding the man's flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Save me!" The soldier stretched out his hand to him, his five fingers already showing their bones.

Zhao Wuji's stomach cramped. This was not a special effect. He smelled the stench of ruptured internal organs and saw the arc of blood gushing out of the wound.

[System prompt: This scene is the outpost battle of the Battle of Paliano Plains. In the original plot, the casualty rate of the defenders of this city wall is 63%. You have a 97% chance of survival.]

"Fuck your probability!" He used his hands and feet to crawl to the arrow stack. A burning arrow brushed his shoulder and shot into the torch stand behind him, and the flame exploded.

[Collectable items detected: Gondor standard arrows (slightly damaged) × 3, worth 0.5 gold/arrow; leather wristband of a fallen soldier (complete) × 1, worth 2 gold]

Zhao Wuji was stunned, and suddenly noticed the equipment scattered on the ground of the city wall. The system highlighted several flashing yellow spots in his vision, one of which was at the waist of the dying soldier.

"Damn it." He gritted his teeth and rolled to the soldier's side, trembling as he untied the blood-stained wristband. The soldier's pupils had already dilated, but his chest was still rising and falling slightly. [Warning! Plot interference detected] A sudden electric shock swept through his body, and Zhao Wuji almost bit off his tongue. [It is strictly forbidden to rescue characters destined to die]

"I just want to get the wristband!" He argued in his mind, but the system did not respond.

A horn suddenly sounded from the other side of the city wall. Zhao Wuji looked up and saw a beacon fire lit at the highest point of the White City. The orange-red flames were particularly eye-catching in the darkening sky. That was the signal that Rohan reinforcements were coming, and it was also one of the most famous scenes in the movie.

He reached into his pocket - modern instinct made him want to find his phone to record this moment, but he touched a hard object. He took it out and found a small notebook and pencil, with "Gondor Defenders Supplies List" printed on the cover.

[System Notice: This is your legal belongings as a soldier, you may use it freely]

An idea suddenly flashed through Zhao Wuji's mind. He quickly opened the notebook and began to record the location and equipment status of the fallen soldiers at various locations on the city wall. The system timely marked the estimated value next to certain items:

[Under the West Gate Arrow Stack: Longbow (intact) 5 gold, Quiver (half full) 3 gold]

[East Stairs: Lieutenant Officer's Sword (Inlaid with Silver) 20 Gold (Need to apply after the battle)]

"So this is how to make money." Zhao Wuji licked his cracked lips and suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. He turned around and saw Gandalf in a white robe riding through the city gate, followed by Pippin.

"Mislandi!" the defenders cheered.

Zhao Wuji subconsciously pushed forward to see more clearly. At this moment, the system suddenly popped up a red warning in front of him:

[Character behavior is out of bounds! Your current identity should not appear in a prominent position in the front row]

A sharp pain exploded from his temple, and he staggered back a few steps, bumping into several civilians who were carrying the wounded.

"Be careful, rookie." A wrinkled veteran supported him. "First time on the battlefield? Remember, the secret to a soldier like us living a long life is to stay out of the spotlight."

Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly and nodded, retreating to the shadow of the city wall. He opened a new page in his notebook and began to draw a simple map, marking the routes of the main characters. When he wrote about Boromir's brother Faramir about to lead his troops out of the city to die, the tip of his pen suddenly tilted to one side uncontrollably.

[Serious warning! Do not record key plots that have not happened] The system's voice became sharp, [First offense penalty: third-level electric shock]

The intense pain made Zhao Wuji kneel on the ground, and his shirt was soaked with sweat. When he recovered, he found that all the words he had just written had disappeared, as if they were wiped away by an invisible hand.

"Okay, I see. It must be Li Jingling who has tightened up the procedures." He panted and turned his notes back to the item record page. "Only make money, no spoilers."

Night fell completely, and the battle on the city wall stopped temporarily. Zhao Wuji was assigned to the west wall for night duty. With the light of the torch, he counted today's gains: 17 points of recyclable items were recorded, with an estimated value of about 80 gold coins; 5 intact arrows that were secretly collected and hidden in the gaps of the arrow stacks; most importantly -

He reached into his arms, where he found a strange badge found on an orc's corpse. The system's appraisal was:

[Unknown metal badge (non-plot-critical item), material analysis: 63% pure mithril alloy, estimated price to be determined]

In the distance, the red light of Mordor illuminated half of the sky. Zhao Wuji looked in that direction, knowing that the real war had not yet begun. But at this moment, another hope ignited in his heart.

"One million gold coins," he whispered to himself, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the notebook, "Looks like I have to become a battlefield scavenger."

[System prompt: The current gold coin balance is updated to 15 (basic salary + item valuation)]

[Survival Tips: It is recommended to stay near the third arrow tower in tomorrow's battle. The mortality rate in this area is only 41%]

Zhao Wuji gave a bitter smile and curled up in the shadow of the city wall. Unable to see him, the Nine Ringwraiths were circling in the dark clouds, and the flags of the White City were fluttering in the night wind.