Another Life: Elf Archer

"Go, go, what's the division? Am I the kind of bad person? Is this called peaceful evolution?"

In the forest, Nian Nian fell from mid-air and looked around.

This place is not far from Yuelingquan. Although no elves or humans can be seen for the time being, she still feels that the two conversations just now are very dangerous.

"Don't worry, others can't hear us." Simil said.

If you don't have some means of isolating sounds when moving around in the Forest of Jesus, you can only consciously be careful with your words and deeds. However, the subsequent conversation between him and Nian Nian cannot be said to be safe and harmless in any way.

"Where's your mercury ball?"

Nian Nian also knew that Simir had this skill, so he dared to call him here.

"That one is too conspicuous. Let's try another method." Simil pointed to his feet.

There were traces of lines on the land in the forest grass where the two of them were. The light but clear lines radiated outward from Simil's feet and closed into a circle behind her. Looking at the symbols and words in them, it should be It's a magic array diagram.

"You couldn't have just drawn something to fool me," Nian Nian said suspiciously.

"Of course not. This is the ability that my character should have, and it does not exceed the character setting."

After a pause, Simil looked at Nian Nian, his eyes lingering on her half mask for a moment: "It's you, why do I feel that your current role is not like an ordinary player?"

"I am an elite player of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group, a disciple of Engus, the high priest of the elves, the God of War in the Arena of Usher, a well-known dance artist, a senior member of Tongtian Tower, a guard of the imperial envoys, and a hater of Shaolin Temple's reputation, every year."

"There seems to be something missing," Niannian thought for a moment and clapped his hands, "The wife of the deputy head of Qilong Village."

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Simil rubbed his face: "Congratulations for having such a long title."

"Okay, let's stop talking." Nian Nian waved his hands, pretending not to see Simiel trying not to laugh, "Dagda belongs to Adam, are you going to win over Boander or Morrigan?"

"you guessed it"

Simil hadn't adjusted his expression yet, so he had to ask clearly to gain some buffer time.

"Promote the differentiation of camps, let players get involved unconsciously, and pave the way for more intense large-scale confrontations in terms of plot and emotion. How can this kind of activity that affects the overall situation be limited to just one-third of an acre of human land?"

After Nian Nian finished speaking in a calm tone, Simil moved his hand from the corner of his mouth to his chin and looked at her quietly.

She is indeed no longer an ordinary player, but stands in a high position overlooking the overall situation. Perhaps because of her long list of joking titles, she has the ability to influence the situation.

But can she really promote the outbreak of a war calmly and objectively? He remembers that in Nian Nian's eyes, P's life is also a non-renewable precious resource.

"This is just a game, and what we are doing is just starting a large-scale PVP event. The reason why we need to plan the differentiation and balance of the various forces is to follow the internal logic of the game world," Simil said.

"I know." Nian Nian nodded.

Simile and Adam are both butterflies flapping their wings, and so is she.

"In fact, we are just giving a boost at a critical moment. The development of the overall environment was foreshadowed when it was initially set."

Simil still couldn't help but say one more thing.

Whether it is the confrontation between the human race's theocratic kingship, the primitive utopian society of the elves, or the heyday of the feudal dynasty in China, they are all designed based on a certain amount of real history, and the subsequent development can be traced.

"What are you worried about?" Nian Nian asked with a smile.

"I'm afraid that you will create unreasonable details and ruin Adam's and my work." Simil said honestly.

"You think too highly of me," Nian Nian laughed.

"I just feel that I will pay a heavy price for despising you." Simil said very calmly.

"Then why did you come to me to gather information?" Nian Nian asked with interest.

"I'm here to seek your cooperation." Simil said seriously.

Nian Nian looked at him for a while and suddenly burst into laughter:

"Hey, hey, hey, you looked like a stinker back then. Weren't you quite arrogant at first? Then you said you were the one I needed to obey."

Simil was silent for a moment and then said: "That was really one of the few highlight moments in my life. It feels wonderful to recall it."

It's not that his status has declined, but that his status has risen every year, so he is powerless and can only recall the glorious past.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Nian Nian rolled his eyes and brought the topic back to the right track.

"The question is, which one to win over," Simil replied, "It doesn't matter which one you win over first, it's the same."

"Hmm" Nian Nian is confused.

"The High Priest of Boander and the High Priest of Morrigan are brothers."

"What did you say?" Nian Nian suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing.

"Engus and Midir are brothers." Simir repeated.

"A stinky germaphobe and a bright powder keg are brothers."

After Nian Nian finished speaking, he thought seriously for a few seconds: "Judging from the taste in dressing, it is really possible that they are biological brothers."

"Whether they are brothers or not has nothing to do with their personalities." Simir shook his head helplessly and added, "Also, their mother is the high priest and patriarch of Dagda."

Nian Nian was stunned and turned to look at him: "What did Adam do to our patriarch?"

"You responded quickly," Simil praised, "Adam invited the leader of your Elf clan to the Holy Church as a guest."

That's why the two brothers and sisters were able to get the harp from the clan leader, and then carried out activities in Dagda with great fanfare, issuing the clan leader's order to open the borders of the Jesses Forest.

"Engus and the others don't know about this yet," Nian Nian frowned.

It seems that this is the key point that Simil originally planned to split the elves.

Let the tribes of the two brothers Engus and Midir be enemies of Dagda. Players born from these three large tribes will naturally have their own positions. Coupled with the promotion of other fame, wealth and honor, they will naturally divide into There are two hostile forces, and players who choose neutrality can also take refuge in those erratic small tribes.

After she met Simil, she could delay this part of his process for the time being.

"They only know that the clan leader's situation is different, but there is no problem in contacting him, they just can't see him." Simil nodded.

"Is nothing going to happen to our clan leader?"

I have seen this patriarch every year, and I am deeply impressed by her contradictory temperament that is sometimes gentle and maternal, and sometimes resolute and cold.

"Of course not. She is really just a distinguished guest, and Dagda will only choose to get close to the Holy Church. After all, the Holy Church reveres the God of Creation, and it can be regarded as having a reasonable and legitimate relationship with the elves."

"So you will make them mistakenly think that the patriarch is a hostage, or reveal a little bit of the shady story of the Creator God, and let them break with Dagda in the name of personal hatred and racial justice."

Simil nodded approvingly.

Nian Nian scratched his head: "Although it feels like someone has spoiled me, is your plot design a bit retarded?"

"It's a bit naive, what's wrong with being mentally retarded?" Simil was very dissatisfied with Nian Nian's direct evaluation.

"You probably haven't actually dealt with our two high priests yet," Nian Nian asked firmly.

"No, but I know their background and character settings." Simir seemed to understand what Nian Nian meant.

"No wonder, you are too unsure of the intelligence of your own game."

Nian Nian stretched himself: "You'd better not tell them the truth for now, unless you want to see these two go directly to the Holy Church."

"They are the high priests of the elves."

Simil couldn't remember the shortcomings of irresponsibility, impulsiveness and ignorance of the general situation in the settings of these two people. Speaking of which, these shortcomings have been corrected every year.

"Or just flatten Dagda, no matter what the bullshit Patriarch's Order, the Elder's Order, or the Tower of Babel Resolution," Nian Nian finished the second half of the sentence, "The two puppets selected by Yaxuan are stupid and can't defeat us. of the high priest.”

"Puppets don't need to be smart, they just need to be obedient."

"Anyway, don't rush to expose this matter, wait."

At this time of year the attitude becomes a little tougher.

"Okay," Simil said in an obedient manner and very cooperatively. "Your strategy of promoting differentiation from the economic level is also very good."

"Stop being hypocritical and don't lie to me."

Niannian did not accept his kindness and temptation, and planned to leave: "You can go directly to Morrigan and wait for me. I was ordered to find Engus, and we will all meet there."

"and then"

Simil frowned slightly. Nian Nian was too sharp and he really couldn't find the entry point for the cliché.

"Then I do my thing and you do whatever you have to do."

Nian Nian had already taken several steps, without looking back, waving his hands in a perfunctory manner.

"Then, what if I go and talk to Qi Youfeng?"

Nian Nian turned around, looked at him and smiled: "You want to die?"

"Don't misunderstand me, don't misunderstand me," Simil said in a not-so-sincere panic, "I am also a faction player after all. It's not too much to condescend to send a mission to the players of my own camp."

"After all, he has been expelled from the Mo family and has no sect. Apart from me, no one seems to be able to send him advanced tasks, right?"

Simil touched his chin, seeming to be deep in thought, but the gentle smile in Nian Nian's eyes was full of pride and disgust.

"Level seventy is a big threshold. The difficulty of this task cannot be too low."

"You think, should I let him do something exciting and interesting?" lv