Another Life: Elf Archer

Dwarves, border town Stein.

The fierce conflict between the old and new local bosses did not unfold as expected, but took a different form.

Qi Youfeng, Nian Nian and Albert found a corner and stood there, leaving a large space under the tower for the dwarves who came one after another.

The knight rushed all the way from the shanty towns on the outskirts of the city to the center of the town with great momentum. The familiar black whirlwind was like a hunting flag, stringing the crackling sounds into lightning.

Those who were struck by lightning naturally wanted to pursue justice, and those who were lucky enough to escape naturally wanted to watch the fun.

But when they saw the knight sitting quietly on the back of the monitor lizard, the silent majesty pressed firmly on the shoulders of all the local residents, pulling their thoughts away from asking for compensation and taking advantage of every opportunity.

"Go call someone."

The knight ordered calmly and pulled up his visor, clearly revealing his face and the scar diagonally across the bridge of his nose.

Including the three people every year, all the creatures present moved their gazes upward to the top of the tower.

The knight laughed contemptuously, said no more, and gently stroked the hair of the little girl in his arms. His eyes were slightly narrowed. The giant lizard under the seat also lay leisurely on the ground, swinging its long tail to the little girl. Girls as toys.

The local residents of Stein looked at each other, and soon ran away, shouting and running through the neat streets of the city.

"You happen to be away?" Nian Nian looked away and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm afraid it's just a coincidence that I'm not here now." Qi Youfeng clicked his tongue.

"You see, this is the problem. You can wake up NPCs when they are asleep, but you cannot wake up players when they are asleep." Nian Nian said this with a bit of gloating.

After the player goes offline, what happens in the game world has nothing to do with him/her. His/her body can be protected by measures such as houses, but in other words, it is to put the unconscious body in a coffin. That’s all.

Unless you fake the corpse, no one can wake it up.

"Your NPCs have realized the difference between them and the players and are taking advantage of this difference." Nian Nian poked Albert and praised.

"Observing the environment, imitating behavior, summarizing experience, and then rationally using the conclusions, isn't this already a common ability of artificial intelligence?" Albert sneered, almost saying that Nian Nian was ignorant.

"You're not afraid that one of them will kill the other." Nian Nian said with great interest.

"Their learning objects are players from beginning to end." Albert does not have such worries.

“The Creator’s creation can never surpass the Creator Himself.”

Nian Nian is clear, but the ending of these words is a little higher, and the rhetorical question has a stronger sense of ridicule.

"If it can be surpassed, it is not the Creator." Albert said calmly, "The Creator will not wait in place unchanged. Since he is perfect, he must also be infinite."

"Tsk, tsk, it's really disappointing." Nian Nian patted his chest exaggeratedly.

"So, don't stand in the wrong position."

Albert said, looking at the flow of people coming from the blocks in all directions.

......

Stein is just a small town, and there are not many dwarves living in the town. Even if you include the passing players, they all gathered here in half an hour, and they can't even fill this open space.

Everyone has been called, what next?

Through the confused or excited whispers among the dwarves, the three of them already knew the identity and name of this knight: Fern, the former mayor of Stein.

As more and more dwarves gathered together, the three of them, especially Nian Nian and Qi Youfeng, became more and more conspicuous. They had no choice but to retreat and retreat in the corner, and finally sat on the ground. Only then can we avoid the outstanding effect of standing out from the crowd.

The mayor of Fern should have seen a few of them a long time ago. Every year, he always felt that the man's eyes scanning the surroundings had fallen here intentionally or unintentionally. After several times, every year he was more sure that this person was very welcome to stay. Those who came down, or rather, were a little worried that they would leave.

Nian Nian lowered his hood, covering the upper half of his face, and pushed Qi Youfeng forward to make him stand out more.

"What?" Qi Youfeng asked quietly.

"He might prefer you as an audience member."

Every year, he gave him "young" Albert, trying his best to create a good image of someone who loves (dwarf) life.

Albert silently buried his face in his hands and sat calmly on the man's lap. In his heart, he felt that the man's tight leg muscles were really uncomfortable to sit on.

Qi Youfeng really didn't want to reach out to hug him, so in the end he just raised his hand and rubbed Albert's head playfully, causing someone's cervical vertebrae to crack and break out in a cold sweat.

Nian Nian saw it in his eyes, hehehehehehehe without any politeness, holding his stomach, trying his best to suppress his laughter, trying his best to only let these two people hear it.

Qi Youfeng and Albert turned their heads in unison and glared at her, which finally made her restrain herself a little.Nian Nian patted his face, pulled down the corner of his mouth, suddenly focused his eyes, turned around, and said with a smile:

"Oh, it turns out we were waiting for these people."

Along with the words Nian Nian, there was also a noisy whisper, rising from the periphery of the current crowd, gradually spreading the sound to everyone's ears.

As a result, the newly arrived dwarves who were standing quietly aside became even more uncomfortable, so they had to move closer and lower their heads.

Most of the dwarves who arrived in this group were old, weak, sick, and disabled. Their clothes were shabby and their hair was unkempt. Their fair skin color given by God was so thin that it was almost transparent, and their blood vessels, muscles, and bones were clearly visible.

These are poor people in shantytowns. If the city people present would not go out of their way to notify them, then it would have to be...

The chaotic discussion gradually subsided, and everyone raised their heads again, and then turned their attention to the silent former mayor.

"Dwellers of Glorious Stein, you must know who I am."

Fern was still sitting firmly on the back of the monitor lizard. The monitor lizard turned from lying down to standing on all fours and lifted him up.

The poor people standing in the outermost circle recognized the little girl in Fern's arms. The slight embarrassment immediately disappeared from their faces, they raised their heads generously, and became curious with peace of mind.

"You must know who I am, because ten days ago, this tower belonged to me, Stein belonged to me, and you, my dear compatriots, you also live under my protection."

The monitor lizard roared lowly, as if to confirm the authenticity of what he said, and also to express dissatisfaction.

The dwarves who were slightly closer to Fern stepped back and bent their backs a little.

"However, ten days ago, a ridiculous order came to the peaceful Stein. The families, lives and wealth of everyone present were to be handed over to a stranger, to an ignorant young man who stepped into Stein for the first time!"

Fern's voice was calmer, a little older, but also more majestic.

"I rejected him and rejected the dwarf king's order."

Fern smiled and continued: "I expected to duel with him and fight him in the name of the dwarf's honor, but he rejected me."

The first half of the sentence is as heavy as a lead barrier, but the second half is light and airy, with a hint of careless contempt.

"He refused the duel, but he did not refuse the use of force," Fern touched the scars on his face and smiled mockingly. "Under his exquisite and cunning martial arts, I was seriously injured and hid helplessly."

When Nian Nian heard this, he sighed like other dwarf listeners. However, the dwarves were indignant at the shamelessness of the new city lord, but Nian Nian was praising the sophistication of the old mayor.

No matter what the facts are, the tone of the narrative and the choice of words are enough for everyone to restore a lifelike picture.

Fern's next words were delayed, but the pain on his face deepened layer by layer.

"My compatriots, do you know why the Dwarf King suddenly handed over Stein to an outsider?"

"Because! Because!" Fern's voice became sharp and sharp, "Our dwarves are about to perish!"

boom!

Like a bomb falling on the sea, incredulous gasps and doubts came one after another. Some people were stunned, as if they did not expect that this matter would be announced in this way.

Every year he glanced at the faces of those people in a daze, but unexpectedly met Fern's eyes.

She took off her hood and smiled quietly.

Fern's eyes shrank, then returned to their original shape when Nian Nian raised his hand to gently lift the hair beside his ear.

"It's not because of foreign enemies, it's not because of the civil war," Fern said, suppressing all comments, "It's just because the land where we have lived for generations has become poor and can no longer produce a grain of ore or a gold coin."

The dwarves all covered their wallets in unison, and some looked in the direction of their homes in panic. They probably forgot to lock them when they went out.

"This land has become poor, but other lands are still rich, but those are not our lands." Fern sighed.

So, what to do?The young man talked to himself quietly, asking and answering questions to himself.

Either make those lands your own through war, or bring in the wealth of those lands through trade. These are just two options.

Fern's next words also confirmed Nian Nian's answer.

After the new elders came to power, the elves uncharacteristically opened their borders, providing an opportunity for the dwarves, and the remote border town of Stein became worthy of competition.

Fern unfortunately became the victim of the fight.

According to himself, when he learned the inside story, he had no complaints about his failure. He just wanted to find a place to recuperate quietly, and then fight for the wealth of Stein residents after he recovered.

This sentence fell in Nian Nian's ears, and its original meaning was naturally revealed: after I recover from my injuries, I can take the opportunity to sneak in and plunder the wealth of the elves to prepare for my comeback.

But unfortunately, the borders of the elves were closed again. Different from the previous nominal closure, this time the elves' wealth was completely isolated from the dwarves.

And Fern also learned about the dwarf king’s next move through his old friends in the royal capital——

"The entire dwarf race is about to enter the battlefield of a full-scale war with the human race, fighting for survival."

According to common sense, this sentence should be a mobilization and a call. At this time, the ordinary people present should raise their arms and shout, fearlessly expressing their willingness to fight for the life and death of the dwarves.

Unfortunately, Fern's words were too painful and clearly revealed his attitude towards this matter:

He doesn't think going to war is a good thing.

The whispers started again, but this time it was not indignation and respect, but full of doubts and questions.

Since he is a member of the dwarves, how can he just watch the dwarves perish?

This question that arose in most people's minds was spit out from Fern's mouth the next second.

"Of course I can't watch the dwarves perish," Fern smiled bitterly and sighed heavily, "but, my compatriots, I can't watch you being treated like pigs and dogs and being dragged to death."

"Some people in the royal capital believe that the reason why the dwarves are facing today's predicament is because we have too many mouths, and it is because some dwarves are too greedy."

It's really...

It was difficult to control herself every year not to look up and look at the room at the top of the tower, and she was not the only one who suddenly lost the ability to control her body.

Fern was very satisfied with everyone's reaction, and a smile appeared on his face:

"It's not him, it's not those royal ministers, it's not those knights and craftsmen, it's not those warriors and nobles, it's you, my compatriots, it's your useless mouths, it's you who are too greedy."

"So, this war is also to make you shut up forever and stop being greedy."

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