Another Life: Elf Archer

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Shi Sui and York both paid some attention to Qi Youfeng, listening to Qi Youfeng briefly introduce the chaos of another world.

Perhaps Prince Charles was irritated by the white-robed priest who broke into Tecklenburg alone and rescued the apostates from under his nose, or perhaps the Holy Church was irritated by Prince Charles's high-profile arrest of surrenderers. After the day Qi Youfeng was arrested in the cell, the battle between the two faith camps suddenly rose to an incredibly radical level.

The NPCs who received the order arbitrarily arrested players from the enemy camp and put them into the torture chamber to torture them in various ways. The new torture instruments were not only automated, but also targeted alien groups such as players, preventing them from escaping by means of self-destruction or suicide. In just a few days, the number of online players has dropped significantly.

After experiencing a long or short life-or-death experience, the desperate players cleverly called for off-site assistance. This is why Qi Youfeng's helpline received feedback so quickly.

The human body is a very magical system. It has a tolerance for pain, and the memory of pain will subconsciously choose to downplay or forget it. But unfortunately, this experience is too real, and the pain that directly affects the nervous system goes deep into the bone marrow. memorable.

Civilized society has developed for so many years. With the rapid development of science and technology, unnecessary fights, common illnesses and inhuman punishments have been eliminated. Compared with the ancients thousands of years ago, the entire human group today is actually a bit squeamish. .

Coupled with the relatively loose and alienated community model brought about by the development of artificial intelligence, and the huge gap between the vast future picture painted by the higher classes and the suddenly small individual destiny, the psychological endurance of animals like Homo sapiens is not Keeping up with the times, in this case, players who have personally experienced torture in the game have indeed shown different stress reactions.

Those with fragile minds will inevitably have a strong fear of games, darkness, sharp objects, or closed spaces. This is also the group of players that attracts the attention of the real world.

In fact, the worst happens in the gaming world.

Modern people who grew up in a peaceful legal society and have experienced complete education often have a reverence for life. Whether they intentionally hurt people or kill people indiscriminately, they are never so at ease.

The Huaxia District is okay. Firstly, the inherent local culture has more constraints on private morality. Secondly, the setting of cultivation implies the righteousness of the great road. Whether it is the Yuxi Palace of the Liyuan Sect that was relegated to the lower class in ancient times, or the military origins stationed at the border. The Qilin Army, or the Mingtang that complies with the rules of heaven, not to mention the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, every word in the background setting reveals the brilliance of civilization.

The continent of Gaia is different. From the war between the three clans throughout, to the increasingly fierce competition for faith, just from the existence of the City of Usher and the gladiatorial arena in the city, it can be seen that the players are used to seeing blood, and are also used to being more selfish. A wanton way of doing things.

It seems that starting from the vigorous Elf Art Festival, one after another unexpected explosions occurred one after another. The Temple of the True God was born, the Forest of Jesus closed, the dwarves were exhausted, and a flying island appeared in the sky, the Holy Temple. The alliance of the church and the dwarves attacked the human principality. In the blink of an eye, the eleven countries on the mainland fell into war one after another. Today the city was occupied, and tomorrow the river was dyed red. The players had just understood the skills of the camp and were at the top of the rankings. The elf archer became a traitor.

The boring bounties, the troublesome advanced tasks, the unaffordable equipment, the rejected knight pairing invitations, and the open and secret fights between mercenary groups have long seemed like a world away. Thinking about it now, everyone has a kind of those little things from back then. I feel that making a small fuss is really not worthy of publicity.

The environment that changes too quickly is also a source of stress. Now, the pain and torture inflicted on the body suddenly breaks through the irritability and anxiety that have been accumulated for a long time.

When the players who gritted their teeth and returned to the game endured as little as 10 minutes or as much as half an hour of torture and stood up from the resurrection point, a wave of revenge burst out uncontrollably.

The moral bottom line is difficult to cultivate but easy to break through.

When the first player feels pleasure after torturing and killing enemy NPCs, the bloody butcher knife is not far away from the group of players who are also played by real people.

The two camps are still searching for "heretics" in their respective territories. NPCs are not ignorant of the existence of aliens. After discovering that aliens always have a way to escape from their cells, the captured players suffered even more intense treatment.

Extreme pain breeds extreme hatred and anger, and reason begins to evaporate. Players who were originally sober are gradually coerced by the atmosphere, and draw knives on innocent people for the sake of their relatives, friends, partners, and comrades-in-arms.

The principalities that were already trapped in the whirlpool of war lacked the backbone to stabilize the internal order, and the black and white priests and priests would only add fuel to the flames. When hell approached, the comfortable Forest of Jesus inevitably became the paradise that everyone yearned for.

The scattered elf players were finally caught in the flames of jealousy. The elves who dared not step out of the forest truly entered a closed life, leaving behind the chores of the outside world, but their motivation to move forward was also lost.

......

When Simil woke up from his dream, what he had to face was such an incredible chaotic situation.

It's just that the content of the dream was too tempting. He hadn't yet remembered his identity and responsibility in this world, so he was still pondering over it carefully.

As if to whet his appetite, the third dream came belatedly on the night of the third day. Simil happily discovered that he could easily wander among various machines, like a ghost wandering in the electronic world.

His understanding of the outside world has entered another level. Sensory information such as light, color, hardness, material, density, sound, etc. are directly converted into data and are "cognized" instead of "perceived".

When he was placed in the vast space and aimed his "eyesight" at the infinitely changing and subtle high-energy particles, his perception of time was also weakened.

Life has no limits, and death has no end. When he suddenly suspected that he did not exist, someone gave him a dose of poison that he couldn't stop.

After waking up that morning, Simil looked at the drizzle outside the window and stood so stunned that the moon was dimmed.

There were blood marks on his palms. Feeling the stinging pain, Simil discovered for the first time that the living life he had given up was such a miracle.

He still had thousands of words in his heart, but he was timid and regretful, and did not dare to meet the owners of these dreams.

Simil began to wait, waiting for the end of the dream, waiting and hoping that the girl would leave any words for him at the end.

No.

There is no more real experience from the No. 1 perspective. She just shows herself in detail the whole process of her separated consciousness entering the data world, like a patient and meticulous teacher.

After waking up from the dream, Simil felt that he was probably the one who understood Nian Nian best and was closest to Nian Nian in the two worlds. Perhaps, he was also the farthest one.

On a high cliff and in a deep stream, the two of them were separated across the bank. Although they were standing at the same height, they could never get close.

No, Simil smiled bitterly. There are many people behind her who accompany and support her, but she feels a little lonely here.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Simil patted his face hard and sat back at the desk to read the latest news.

He had been absent-minded this week, and dreams took up a lot of time. Fortunately, he asked his attendant to sort out the news and put it on the desk, and he would deal with it later.

Simiel thought of Albert's plan to isolate himself from his relatives and friends every year, and inexplicably, a strange expectation arose deep in his heart.

Starting from the official documents placed at the top, Simil no longer had time to think wildly. He quickly browsed through them one by one, and suddenly hit the table with his fist.

It's a mess, it's all a mess, how could it get to this point?

wrong

The clenched fists were propped on the table, and the messed up papers were scattered on the ground. Simil's eyes fell on the investigation results about the Elf Art Festival that were suppressed somewhere. He slowly raised his head and looked at the hanging paper. The map on the opposite wall.

......

Papal States.

The atmosphere of the meeting between Archbishop Adam and Dean Agate was very cordial and friendly, and the presence of Nian Nian was as subtle as dust.

Listening to the old dean's repeated laments about the current chaos, Nian Nian quietly lowered his head to read a book and carefully studied the map of Gaia continent on this page.

The quality of Adam's book here is good. The map that spans two pages is clearly and meticulously drawn. Nian Nian's fingertips pointed at the tribe Dagda at the edge of the Jesses Forest and clicked twice.

Now that things have happened, I think it’s time to find out the clues from Simil’s side.

The elves are closed off and do not care about world affairs. The glory of the three artifacts is protection, indulgence and degradation, and even more shackles.

Here is the hotbed of "lazy" and the cradle of "lazy".

The dwarves are in danger. Faced with limited resources, the strong are extravagant and the weak are left to their own devices.

Here is the soil that breeds "greed" and the seedbed that cultivates "gluttony".

Finally, hostility heats up to hatred, "anger" burns reason, and mild injustice finally turns into a prairie fire of "jealousy."

Of the seven deadly sins, there is still one left to go.

Turn the next page calmly every year.

To be able to finally realize this idea, "arrogance" has actually appeared a long time ago.