Another Life: Elf Archer

"Give me a name."

The Nine-Colored Immortal Deer said to Simir.

"Huh?" Simil asked a little strangely: "Why do you need a name?"

"The Nine-Colored Immortal Deer is not a name. If there is a second Nine-Colored Immortal Deer in this world, what will I be called then?"

"There will never be another one in this world."

Simil replied that he should not be able to create another Nine-Colored Immortal Deer, and now he cannot create a second Nine-Colored Immortal Deer.

He originally had a question that he was concerned about, so he went around to look for it, but he didn't expect to be stumped by the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer first.

Being stared at by the big eyes of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer, Simil had no choice but to lower his head and think for a while, then raised his head after a moment:

"How about ada? Adam."

“The name of the first human being created by God in Genesis?”

Jiuse Dengxianlu said, paused and continued:

"Will there also be an Eve born from myself?"

Simil found it a little funny:

"Eve was created by God because he was afraid of Adam's loneliness. You are not afraid of loneliness. Moreover, I am talking about another Adam, the one created by God in his own image. The one who was born to rule the world. The mission of all living beings.”

"It's a good name, very appropriate." Jiuse Dengxianlu nodded.

"And you're going to Gaia soon, so this name won't be too inconsistent." Simir didn't want to say that he was just not very familiar with Chinese characters, and he couldn't use Chinese characters to name.

Jiusedenxianlu lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"Don't want to go?" Simir looked into the deer's eyes and felt a little sad in them.

Jiusedenxianlu shook his head.

"There is something I want to ask you." Simil decided to resolve his doubts before talking about anything else. "Why did you deliberately stay in the barrier every year?"

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"How far have we come?"

Zimo galloped along with the arrows, and the color of the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker, changing from the original light pink to a strange bright red.

Both of them knew that not even a trace of this mist could touch them, and the speed at which they shot arrows gradually increased every year, even faster than the surging speed of the mist.In Zimo's view, Nian Nian's right hand has never been put down since he raised it.

"I don't know." Nian Nian replied casually, releasing another whirlwind arrow while paying close attention to the speed of the surrounding fog.

"Good news, bad news, which one do you want to hear?" Nian Nian's right hand is always hooked on the bow string. Thanks to the calluses on her fingers, they can barely be used as finger guards. Otherwise, her right hand will definitely It had long been cut by the frequent pulling of the bowstring.

"Okay." Zimo replied without thinking.

"We should be going out soon. The speed of the fog has slowed down, and it seems to be drifting in our direction. There should be wind."

Nian Nian did not give in and quickly introduced the situation she observed.

"What about the bad ones?" Zimo suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The bad thing is," Nian Nian sighed, "I'm almost out of power."

Before entering this miasma of the withered forest, Niannian estimated that she could use the whirlwind arrow more than 20 times in a row, but she did not take into account the mana recovery effect of the Moon Spirit Bow at that time. When she first entered this miasma, Niannian paid attention to it. After a while, I deliberately controlled the skill effects, and felt that the mana consumption and recovery speed could be almost equal.

But I didn't expect that there was a period in the middle where the fog filled the air very quickly, and I had to speed up the frequency of using skills every year. As a result, there was a difference between the consumption and recovery rates. As time went by, the original little difference had disappeared. It is getting bigger and bigger, and now it is no longer possible to continue smoothly.

"Damn it!" Zimo stumbled upon hearing this, "A journey of a thousand miles is ruined in one day??"

"No, but..." Nian Nian wanted to explain, but still swallowed his words, "Be prepared for battle. The next arrow might trigger a red alarm for the deer inside."

"Huh?" Zimo turned to look at her.

"Watch the road! Also, try to follow me. If you are scratched by the arrow below, you may die miserably!"

"What?" Zimo still obeyed and slowed down for half a body.

After releasing two more arrows every year, both of them clearly felt that the color of the surrounding fog had changed back to pink, and the dead trees in the forest were gradually becoming sparse.

The last arrow flew out, and two fingers of Nian Nian's right hand were wiped with a trail of blood.

She knew that this was because her fingers were stiff from exhaustion and she was not decisive enough when loosening the string. The bounced bowstring and arrow tail wiped a thin layer of skin along the fingertips.

I haven't made such a stupid mistake for a long time. Looking at the castration of the last arrow every year, it turned out that it deviated a little from the supposed trajectory, leaning a little to the left, and the strength and speed of the arrow were also affected a little. Influence.

Nian Nian held his breath and while galloping after the last arrow, he took out an arrow from the quiver at his waist.

When the arrow was placed on the string, she saw that what she had taken out was a blood-red arrow.

It really comes to mind, Nian Nian secretly thought in his heart and praised his good luck. The dissolving effect is obviously more effective than the crushing effect at this time.

But this time, don't shoot crookedly. The bow should be drawn wider, the arms should be straighter, and the fingers should be stronger and more flexible.

Nian Nian kept repeating it in his mind to divert his attention and not be distracted by the pain coming from his fingers.

"Get ready!" Nian Nian suddenly shouted two words.

"go!"

Following the word "go", a blood-red arrow flew into the miasma of the dead forest in front of him, instantly dissolving a large piece of pink mist. However, this time the mist did not diffuse back, but instead spread steadily. retreated away.

"Hurry up!" Niannian had already followed the arrow light and saw the plains outside the dry forest. He used up the mana he had just recovered a little without mercy and rushed out of the forest at a fast speed.

Although Zimo couldn't see the situation clearly ahead, he still had great trust in Nian Nian's words. He increased his speed without saying a word, and followed Nian Nian closely as he ran out of the miasma-filled dead forest.

"Finally -" Zimo stepped on the flat ground. Just when he was about to take a look, he saw something spinning in the sky. He was startled and immediately pushed away Nian Nian in front of him. Then the whole person was completely covered by the red array map thrown down.

The formation diagram landed on the ground, and in a burst of red light, flames ignited within the formation diagram, instantly engulfing Zimo's figure.

Nian Nian's eyes were about to burst as he was pushed away, this scene happened again!

At this moment, a cloud-like sword light had already pierced her back!