Another Life: Elf Archer

The densest darkness has passed, and the faint skylight ripples from the horizon, rendering a dark blue sky from bottom to top.Quietly, a layer of orange climbed up the silver-gray sky. Just as it lit up the dim earth, it suddenly splashed into brilliant gold.

More and more people were kneeling on the platform on the east side of the palace.When a little bit of fish belly white was just revealed in the east, they saw Lake Murite, which was only a piece of muddy water. Despair was like a red cloud torn by the morning wind, rolling and boiling in the sky.

The moment the sun finally jumped above the horizon, everyone who bowed their heads and stared blankly closed their eyes.The tightly closed eyelids were filled with gorgeous fireworks exploding, and my mind was filled with a kind of dizziness mixed with anxiety and helplessness. The rotten smell of the mud at the bottom of the lake penetrated into the body from every bone seam, draining away all the strength, leaving only Puddles of limp flesh fell to the ground.

This was probably the last sunrise they would ever see.People who realize this hope that the sunrise on this day will never come.

Suddenly, a continuous roar came from afar, and a fragrant fragrance hit the face, which shocked everyone who heard it.

This is the smell of green grass, mixed with dense water vapor, moistening every corner of the nasal cavity.

As if they had been rehearsed in advance, everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked with wide eyes, seeing a sea surrounded by greenery.

Some people with sharp eyes saw the figure in mid-air.The thin figure hovered slowly above the sea, and the brown cloak fluttered in the wind, like the wings of an eagle.

prophet

Everyone wept with joy and kowtowed loudly and loudly. For the first time in their lives, they gave their gratitude to someone other than God Hu.

There is a small island in the center of the new Lake Murit. On the island is a towering tree. The tree is rooted in the silver-brown paper. Every breath will create a circle of ripples on the lake.

He flew to the platform along the lake of the palace without looking back. Looking at the tearful Philosopher Khawari, he suddenly felt some comfort.

She turned her gaze to the new king Kamble, and then looked at her appointed princess Aliya, and saw the same respect and admiration on the two different faces.

Nian Nian raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Kamble lowered his head quickly and murmured God's blessings; but Aliya always kept her sights on Nian Nian, and while envious, she also hid a kind of extreme self-confidence and persistence.

Of the two of them, one saw God and the other saw man.

Nian Nian left quietly, without explaining anything to anyone, and without explaining anything to the people she specially selected. She came and went like a passer-by.

I don't know how much time passed after she left, but the melodious bells rang across the clear sky and the lake, ringing in every corner of Hawarizhe City.

Ordinary people did not know that they had just missed death, and they still knelt on the ground piously as usual.

They just felt a little strange why the interval between the two appearances of God Hu was so short. It was so short that they had to give one-seventh of their wealth again before they could earn back the wealth they dedicated to God Hu last time.

The old prophet who was captured by Song Qing also returned to the familiar tower and continued to imprison every second of the rest of his life under the word representing God Hu.He only occasionally thinks of the day he was a hostage, the blue sky, white clouds, sunrise and sunset he saw that day, and looks at the children who come to bring him meals every day, showing a painful smile.

He has been unable to find the next prophet among these children, and he may never find one.

Amidst the rich ringing of the bells, the palace ministers and attendants headed by Kamble knelt down facing east and cried loudly. Their tears accumulated into a small river, bypassing the peaceful Aliya and flowing into the new lake.

They were not abandoned by God Hu. Their lives were still guided by God Hu. The panic and uneasiness they felt after leaving Nian Nian erupted into the deepest attachment to God Hu at this moment, which was cemented in the hearts of everyone present.

And that seems to include Aaliyah.

While sobbing softly, she clung to Cambour's burly body, holding onto the man's sleeves with her little hands, as if she didn't see his fingertips that were suddenly red and bleeding.

Kamble hesitated for a moment, and finally took his new stepsister into his arms, but he stared at the ground intently, missing the sweet smile on the little girl's face as if she had succeeded in mischief.

If someone comes to the east shore of the lake at this time, he will see a majestic temple, and thunderous bells are spreading from the temple, stirring up stacks of low waves on the nearby lake.

Simil walked on the lake and stepped on the land of the small island in the middle of the lake together with the waves.

He wants that diary.Not because this diary is a good thing, but because of the content in it.

That's why he specifically stated that it must be kept every year, although for every year who can directly modify the underlying data, this is simply superfluous.

But that's okay. There is a medium like a diary lying in the middle. Niannian probably hasn't realized her bug-like ability yet, which can be regarded as preventing her from using this power to act recklessly.

Simil looked back at the temple he had restored and sighed softly.

Now we can only hope that Albert's work of discovering Nian Nian's identity will go smoothly, otherwise we don't know how many troubles Nian Nian will cause.Fortunately, this place is a small city like an island in the sea of ​​sand. If she is allowed to mess around in a place like Chang'an City, then he can only watch.

For the first time, Simil regretted that he had chosen an identity with no offensive power, such as the Holy Law of Light.

When we stepped onto the island and looked up, the sky was like a tree, planted upside down in the clear sky as blue as the sea.

Simil approached the big tree and counted his heartbeat and steps. His breathing seemed to be stuck in his chest by the small diary, making him feel dizzy like suffocation.

Although he has always treated Nian Nian with the same attitude as NPC, he has always had doubts about Nian Nian's identity.

She is so real.

Even if he had planned to use "responsibility" to tie up Nian Nian, he had never been able to distinguish whether this was a conspiracy against people's hearts.

Once you make friends, you will be nice to them. This can be regarded as a reflection of your favorability, or it can also be an ordinary person's reaction to friendship.

You will feel guilty for the innocent people who were implicated. This can be regarded as the result of personality copying, or it can also be the simplest psychology of a person.

When he recalls the contacts and brief interactions he had with Nian Nian, Simil will always gradually fall into this contradictory analysis of her every behavioral reaction, and gradually replace the subject of this analysis with himself.

He almost couldn't tell who he was.

If his existence is a point, then the original coordinate system has only two axes, one is the natural person, which is human beings; the other is intelligent people, which is data.

But now Nian Nian's existence seems to have become a wandering third axis, which makes him unable to find the coordinates of his own point.

That's why he wanted to read this diary and read the inner mind of Nian Nian. He wanted to use this to further confirm Nian Nian's identity, fix her wandering third axis, and fix his own coordinates.

Simil stood in a daze under the big tree. Finally, when the sun was shining all over his head, he stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the watery and thin paper.

"You better keep your hands off that."

A lazy man's voice sounded behind him, and the air turned cold in an instant. Countless sharp ice picks condensed from the void, pointing directly at his eyes and hands. Simil was startled and wanted to retract his hands, but was blocked by an unknown force. The vines from He Lai wrapped around his wrists and tied his arms together in an instant.

Simil turned around, but only saw the side face of a gray-haired man, who was talking to a few people behind him:

"You can go offline and rest, as long as Dion and I are here."