Another Life: Elf Archer

Eggberg, capital Wilkes, royal palace.

Nian Nian walked out of the empty kitchen, weakly supported the wall, rolled over the marble railing, grabbed a pink tulip, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Five days have passed, and the servants and attendants in the palace have almost evacuated. Thanks to this, while the chefs evacuated the food materials, the absence of the gardeners also allowed the plants in the garden to grow extraordinarily vigorously.

The few big shots who stayed in the palace for the time being had their own personal chefs. Unfortunately, their eating habits didn't match those of Nian Nian, so she couldn't get anything delicious.

"I just guessed that I should be able to find you here."

Nian Nian turned over and lay down among the flowers with a bulging mouth. He met Qi Youfeng's helpless eyes and opened his arms upward.

Qi Youfeng grabbed one of her hands, pulled up the disappointed Nian Nian, and helped her sort out her clothes that were stained with grass leaves and dirt:

"If Simir comes to see us for something, it's up to you."

"Oh."

Nian Nian squatted down, harvested two large handfuls of flowers with flying hands, held her arms full of fragrance, and smiled with satisfaction.

"It seems we should tell Simil to prepare more food and grass." Qi Youfeng touched his chin.

In the past, I relied on camel feed every year. Now I have to live on horse grass again. No matter how easy it is to make a living, there should be a limit, right?

"Life is full of ups and downs."

Every year I bite into the juicy flower stalk, and I miss the luxurious vegetarian feast in the City of Usher not long ago.

"Didn't Simil say that your food and accommodation will be covered? He seems to have a separate cooking class over there, and he's pretty good at making snacks." Qi Youfeng said calmly.

"Don't eat from him for the time being. I'll bother you later." Nian Nian held up a flower and handed it to him. "Don't be jealous. Whether I am approaching him or staying away from him, I have a purpose. "

Qi Youfeng took the flower, fed it to her mouth, and said with a smile: "You are explaining in advance."

"Let's talk about it as soon as it comes to mind," Nian Nian swallowed in one gulp and recognized the direction the two of them were going, "Combat Meeting."

"Well, it was decided to attack ten miles north of Wilkes. The king wanted to delay as much time as possible. The second prince who stayed behind was quite ambitious and wanted to frustrate the enemy's spirit."

"In general, it's almost the same, but it actually delays the attack until the two parties join forces. The burden on Sir Simil's shoulders is quite heavy."

"It's probably not convenient for him to be too aggressive in the war," Qi Youfeng said impartially, "and he did allocate a lot of power to help the royal family move south. Only then can he win the trust of the full command."

"With full command, do we count as the Guards directly under the Commander-in-Chief?"

Nian Nian held a large bouquet of tulips and kicked open the door of the conference room with a smile on his face.

Simil was naturally sitting in his high-backed chair, not angry at such rude behavior every year.

From the standpoint of the people in this room, he didn't dare to get angry at Nian Nian.

Nick was arguing with Dion about the color and style of team uniforms. Alexander had already researched more than a dozen solutions for "such a boring problem." John was still missing, and only the shadow by the window moved.

York looked up from the dozens of plans and saw the two people walking in. He pointed at Qi Youfeng in surprise:

"Here comes the tailor"

A drop of sweat instantly broke down on Qi Youfeng's forehead. Especially when Nick and Dion both looked at him, he always felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"It seems that the content of this pre-war meeting," Nian Nian looked at Qi Youfeng sympathetically, "has nothing to do with the war."

Even if Simir wants to arrange some tactical content, the members of the Guards who are nominally directly under him are not interested, and the purpose of these people's existence is not here.

In addition, Captain Nick was distressed to find that his members were so lax in some trivial matters. Dion was determined not to wear black robes but also bright colors, York was determined to be flashy, and Alexander and Niannian had less requirements. , but they all have a soft spot for cloaks. In the end, the clothing master Qi Youfeng, who was tortured by various contradictory requirements and exhausted his inspiration, finally came up with an eye-catching packaging form.

The basic symbol of the Temple of the True God is a six-pointed star embedded in a circle, and there are also symbols representing the seven metals and other elements.

After years of friendly reminders and strong persuasion, Simil took on the job of special effects artist, responsible for attaching a six-pointed star array under the feet of each member of the Guards, which moved and glowed as they walked.

When these seven people appeared on the city wall, standing in a row behind the majestic and mysterious high priest Simil in black robes, the magic circle under his feet slowly rotating, and all the divergent light gathered on Simil, the special effects artist himself I really feel that this proposal is particularly outstanding and the publicity effect is very outstanding.

The territory of Eggberg is mountainous, but in comparison, the land in the north is relatively flat, so the royal family moved south to hide in mountainous areas that are easier to defend and harder to attack, and chose to fight here.

The city is heavily guarded, backed by dangerous peaks, with cliffs on the east side and a turbulent river below. Standing on the city wall, you can have a panoramic view of every move of the enemy.

“There is absolutely no reason why it would be breached.” Nian Nian commented.

"Look up at the sky and you'll have a reason." Nick answered lazily.

Everyone raised their heads in unison, looked at the flying island hovering over the enemy's camp, and turned their attention to Nian Nian.

Nian Nian looked around vigilantly: "Hey, hey, you're not going to leave this thing to me, are you? I'm not a surface-to-air missile."

"From the perspective of attack distance, you are the only one suitable." Dion reminded, "And judging from the previous battle reports, the main attack method of the flying island is the magic cannon."

"Just think of it as practice. Your third-line archery skill happens to be a magic resonance blocker. I couldn't find a suitable occasion to use it in the past. Maybe it will come in handy this time." Alexander agreed.

"Both arrows of bone and blood are effective, just hit them." Simil patted her shoulder encouragingly.

"You are responsible for replenishing ammunition" bargained immediately every year.

"Yes, as long as your performance is exciting enough." Simil readily agreed.

"Then I'll wait for the enemy to come."

Several people on the city wall turned around and looked at the streets full of soldiers. Their eyes swept through the bustling street windows. Nick curled his lips in disgust:

"Now, our mercenary group will soon become famous in one battle."

Including Simil, there were only eight people on the wall.

Within the city walls, there are about 15 local defenders, and there are also an uncountable number of spectators. They are waiting for the results of this defensive battle to determine whether they should go south or north.

Just like what Simil said before every year, the temporary war situation is mainly limited to the confrontation between NPC armies.

Because the dwarves and Salton Stan were unstoppable, many players joined those two sides. Some stayed behind and were busy occupying the captured towns. The militants began to come to the front one after another, preparing to earn military merit.

According to players' past experience, the forward troops in such large-scale siege battles are no different than cannon fodder. However, this time there is an airborne mobile turret on the battlefield, and the performance and morale of the forward troops are also rapidly increasing at the same time. Growing.

This time, even though the city in front of them looked extremely solid and the terrain was steep and difficult to climb, when the dangerous light was brewing from the muzzle at the bottom of Se Island, the soldiers arrayed in front of the city wall still clenched their weapons excitedly, eyes filled with excitement. Shining with the inevitable light.

The two forces that invaded Eggberg have already combined their forces. There are nearly a million troops attacking the city, half of them are dwarves and half of the human race. Most of them are ordinary soldiers. They don't have very good eyesight and can only see high and high. The scattered figures on the city wall mistakenly thought that the defenders had been forced by magic cannons to dare not show their heads, and their fighting spirit became even higher.

The activation of the magic cannon was silent. The experienced soldiers calculated the time and rushed towards the closed city gate with the sound of the horn issuing the attack order, shouting for death.

boom

An unexpected loud noise stopped the charge. Looking up, the arrow light had not completely dissipated, and at the end of the dark red trajectory was a burst of bright light.

In the untimely silence, a tall female figure floated slowly from the city wall, her cloak fluttering in the wind behind her, and the six-pointed star formation at her feet was dazzling. After shooting another arrow, she casually glanced down amid another loud roar. It's like looking down at the ants all over the place.

Se Island's invincible magic cannon was blown away by just one person and a bow.

The wind was blowing from the city wall, and the spring green vines were winding down along the city wall. A faint floral fragrance filled the battle formation, sweet and fragrant.

Two figures suddenly jumped off the city wall. After a loud bang, one of them knelt down on one knee, holding two knives. He raised his head slightly and smiled kindly at the soldiers in front of him;

The other dwarf rolled on the spot, but accidentally twisted his neck, wailing with a mournful face, and was almost pinned down by a monster that slammed to the ground.

When the big rat with two heads and seven claws stood up tremblingly and screamed dissatisfiedly at the gray-robed man on the city wall, the black shadow under it suddenly stretched and disappeared in an instant under a certain soldier. in the shadow.

The black-robed mage standing majestically on the city wall raised a staff made of white bones. The red light in the ferocious twisted hand bones was like a bloody sunset.

He calmly sent a message to the millions of troops under the city:

"The war of annihilation begins."