Another Life: Elf Archer

After 10 minutes of leaving the dreamland, Simil opened his eyes, rolled his eyes as if adapting, and blinked slowly.

"Year......"

Opening his mouth, a sound came from his throat. Simil's fingers moved slightly, and the soft touch under his palm activated his consciousness.

He sat up and found that he was lying on the bed at some point. A little dry but fresh air penetrated his nose, the wind blew the white curtains, and the pages on the table in front of the window rustled.

This was another dream moment, and Simil had strong doubts about the scene he saw before him.

Patting his forehead, he recognized the black robe he was wearing and the room.He was indeed lying on the bed of his own residence in this small town.

In other words, those things just now were dreams.

No, it's impossible for him to dream. If fragments of memory were cut out from past experiences, they shouldn't be shaped into such a strange but real dream.

Strange, because he does not remember having ever experienced becoming a vegetative state during his lifetime;

It was true because he could not contain the great joy at this moment.

When he was lying alone on the bed, watching the world become dim and silent, and even forgetting the softness of the pillow and the hardness of the bed, he felt that his thoughts were being swallowed up. .

Are you lying on the bed, or is the darkness in the coffin due to the loss of vision, or is it because of the closed tomb? Are you still alive? Have you been dead? Have you been dead for a long time? Do you want to stay like this for much longer?

All these unanswered questions turned into unprecedented happiness under the early morning sunshine and breeze.

Simil lay back and raised his arms to block the sun and a low sigh.

He knew what this dream was.

The same story, listening to others tell it as a third party, is completely different from experiencing it personally.

When Niannian came to see him before, although he smiled and admitted that neither of them were illusory undead, and also admired his courage and determination to devote himself to his ideals, it was not until now that Simil understood that Niannian might be Never acknowledged what he did.

Although his life does not have the miraculous smoothness of hypnotic dreams, it can be said that he has neither immediate worries nor long-term worries. All his enthusiasm lies in his own ideal, the ideal of uploading the soul away from carbon-based life forms.

Simil seemed to hear the ridicule every year:

You, a guy who has never even experienced life and death, have what qualifications do you have to decide what life and death are for all mankind?

Covering his eyes with his palms, Simil felt a little wetness in the corners of his eyes.

From the desperate situation of darkness to the blessed land of light, the mental shock caused by this huge gap finally shattered his ideals.

Simil smiled bitterly.Is this the purpose of every year? What on earth did he do to make people hate him to make her torture him like this?

He suddenly missed the period of his life when he was still alive.

It was a world where you could use sleep, drunkenness and drugs to escape into a hazy world. How wonderful.That is a world where once you wake up from a dream, the experience in the dream will slowly disappear. How wonderful.That's a world where you can selectively forget and deceive yourself. How wonderful.

Simil suddenly slapped himself hard, sat up, jumped out of bed, rushed to the window and took a deep breath.

He cannot regret, he must believe that his choice is the most correct and perfect path.

dong dong dong.

"Lord Simil, there is a battle report."

Simil raised his hand and touched his face. It was a little hot. He was probably angry from the beating just now. He didn't turn around and said loudly:

"come in."

There was a sound of opening and closing, but before the visitor could speak, Simil said calmly:

"Are those people coming to attack the city again? If the local generals don't come to ask for help, don't report this kind of thing again and again."

Se Island has suffered the blow every year and has retreated to the rear for repairs. The combined forces of humans and dwarves that have been attacking the city in the past few days do not need his intervention, and can be left to Eggberg's own army to handle it.

Moreover, since the battle on the city wall that day, as the reputation of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group has spread in the mercenary union, more and more players have begun to consider and choose to join the camp, and everything is back on track.

For these, I am actually grateful to Nian Nian.

To him, a human race, the Jesus Forest is naturally closed, but to the communication between the elves and players, it is like two countries that are slightly apart. Although they are geographically inaccessible, their respective news is in rapid circulation.

Tongtian Tower seems to have initially settled in the Emerald Forest. The "inside information" that is placed in Tongtian Tower as an opening gift every year has spread rapidly among players, and some have even been reported to Gaia continent players in China. I knew it, and then it spread to the ears of local players.

Nian Nian is considerate and does not reveal everything about camps and camp skills in one go. Instead, he leaves considerable room for players to explore on their own. This not only stimulates the enthusiasm of players, but also provides opportunities for elven players. Providing a reason to voluntarily leave the Emerald Forest, the group of elven players who originally seemed to be in another dimension began to move around the continent of Gaia again.

After all, only elven players can directly access Tongtian Tower and the information in it, either at the request of friends, or because they are enthusiastic about the changes in the situation, or are curious about the disputes in the outside world, or are interested in the mechanism of Tongtian Tower. They are bringing out At the same time, it is also gathering more news in one place.

Simil originally wanted to ask Nian Nian if there was any way to remove the barrier formed by the three artifacts. Unfortunately, before he could bring up the topic, Nian Nian was confused by some unknown method.

...Wait, I don’t know what method to use

How did she make herself faint? How did she bring herself into that extremely real dream? This guy... This guy

"Lord Simil, Lord Simil"

Seeing Simil punching the window sill, the messenger waiter who was about to speak was startled, thinking that what he was going to say had been known to the powerful Simil.

Simil took a deep breath again and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

The waiter reorganized his words, trying not to annoy the high priest who was in a bad mood with nonsense:

"Reports came from all over. The four principalities under the jurisdiction of the Holy Church all attacked the borders of the three principalities controlled by our temple last night. The Pope of the Holy Church officially issued a continent-wide war declaration this morning and sent an invitation to the neutral monarchs of the three kingdoms. "

Simil took a few seconds to understand the news, then suddenly turned around and glared at the bowed waiter, as if he wanted to nail him to death with his eyes.

How could it be possible? How could it be possible? It’s obviously not developed to this level yet. What’s going on?

Where did it get out of control and what did Nian Nian do?

Simil almost broke a tooth.

The waiter who originally lowered his head to wait for instructions raised his head at this moment and looked at Simil helplessly:

"It seems that something happened to you too. The bugs left by our last anti-virus are getting more and more bold. Hey, what's wrong with your face?"

Simil frowned, then sighed:

"Hit the wall. Albert, since you have appeared in this form, it means that she really did something."

"I don't want to scare you. I can't help it. Not to mention the low level of my account in the game, it's even thousands of miles away from here."

Seeing that Simil's face was calm, Albert couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and his words became much lighter:

"But don't worry, I will find a way to deal with her. Just help me move the people around her away."

"Well" Simil was startled, "What does this have to do with them?"

"Didn't she know a Chinese agent's young master? Moreover, the people and forces involved in her are too troublesome. I don't want to mess up the game by solving such an annoying little bug. It's best to beat her quietly. Catch her off guard, minimize the fluctuations and impact, and let her leave quietly. By the time others find out something is wrong, there will be nothing they can do."

In a good mood, Albert began to chatter happily.

"Leave" Simil was surprised, "Leave wherever you go"

Albert paused and smiled:

"Get out of your sight and go to a place where you won't cause trouble. In short, you first find a way to stabilize the others. I've already started making arrangements here."

Simil wanted to say something else, but he saw the waiter looking at his face with horror and bending down deeply at a loss.

Simil raised his hand and felt it was swollen, and waved his hand helplessly:

"Go and prepare an ice pack, and then send someone to see where the members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group are and what they are doing."

"Yes, yes." The waiter bowed his head and exited the room.

Simil turned around and continued to look out the window and meditate, then suddenly looked back at his desk.

...Is there something missing in this house?