Another Life: Elf Archer

For all human players born on the continent of Gaia, Temple Academy is the alma mater of all of them.

When human players opened their eyes for the first time, what they saw was a bedroom with light yellow wallpaper that was not new or old. They sat up from the hard wooden bed and spent more or less time exploring the environment, tapping The one who pushed in behind the door was the old nun from the orphanage.

According to the setting, players have a homeland but no parents. They are raised by nuns as orphans and begin to understand the general appearance of the world, from currency patterns to clothing styles, from pious prayers to farmers' Cursing, when they get older, they will be sent to the Holy Temple Academy with a letter of recommendation, or they will be robed as knights or robed as mages, where they will make friends, learn knowledge, and pass various practices. Classes and group assignments increase one level at a time, and by graduation, when players have almost figured out what they want to do in the game, they can go their separate ways.

Just like a real university, the graduation standard of Temple Academy is not the time in school, but the completed credits. According to the player's wishes, it can be fast or slow. If someone wants to change the magic school department they belong to after completing half of it, or If you simply give up literature and follow martial arts, or abandon martial arts and follow literature, then just study for credits again. However, the opportunity to change only exists before graduation. Most players will change it once or twice, compare it, and finally decide on their favorite one. Profession.

After graduation, players can still return to campus at any time, and even accompany their junior students to class, eat in the cafeteria, and chat with teachers.

Just like a real university, Holy Temple College does not have walls or gates. There are more than a dozen buildings on the campus, each with its own style and purpose. The large green space in the center is used for events. Players who have graduated long ago want to borrow space. Empty classrooms or conference rooms are naturally no problem.

You can come and go as you please. The academy is a place of freedom, not a designated training center. This is the original intention of Dean Agate when establishing the school.Speaking of which, if the Templar Church hadn't been so powerful and cruel at that time, forcibly consolidating the right to teach magic under the name of the God of Creation, Agate would not have recognized the name of the current academy, let alone superfluous to the name of the magician. Add the word "holy" before the titles of knights and knights.

As for the security of the academy, Agate is in charge, and there are security personnel patrolling day and night, not to mention that the teachers who can teach students magic and martial arts here are also capable of fighting. In addition, the academy is located in the stable and peaceful papal country. From top to bottom, even the nobles and commoners outside the Papal State, no one thought that someone would be bold enough to attack this ivory tower that was isolated from the world.

At noon, students and teachers were rushing to the auditorium to enjoy lunch one after another without any rush. After all, lunch was served for a full hour. There was no need to compete for seats or meals. You can take a leisurely stroll.

Three days have passed since the Pope's birthday banquet. It is said that there were ups and downs in the Pope's Hall that day. It is said that undead have entered the country from the north. It is said that the Holy Temple of the True God has gathered people to threaten the border of the Papal States. It is said that all the principalities are mobilizing troops on the border. There are many people. Rumors about it floated into the academy and were laughed at and discussed, but no one was really worried about these rumors.

Even if the incoming undead really go all the way south, and the Pope's Chamber is blocking the front of the college, the teachers are used to the reclusiveness of Dean Agate. Since the dean who came to the birthday banquet did not have any instructions, they will not feel the situation. How dangerous it is. Most of the players who have recently entered the game are very interested. They feel that the more chaotic it is, the more passionate they are about playing and taking risks.

After paying for the meal for two, Sui Sui and Sanchi Shui picked an empty table in the corner.

With the connection between the east and west game areas, many Chinese people came to visit the Holy Temple Academy. The appearance of these two people did not attract much attention.

Shi Sui was sitting on a wooden chair, looking through the drawings in his hand one by one. While comparing them with the larger building distribution map, he spread the drawings in a certain order to cover most of the table.

Sanchi Shui walked back and forth several times, brought back four or five large plates that were piled high, and with difficulty opened up a little space on the table for two people to eat, and then turned around to get drinks.

He tapped the table with his finger. After thinking for a long time, Sui shook his head and nodded. He rolled up the building distribution map, gathered the drawings on the table, and greeted Sanchi Shui, who was approaching:

"Sit next to me. The table is so wide. If you sit across from me, you might not be able to reach the plate."

Sanchi Shui put two glasses on the table, pushing one glass to Shi Sui and keeping the other glass for himself: "The lemon soda is yours, and the chocolate milk is mine."

"No need to explain, I'm not picky about food, and I won't compete with you." Shisui pushed the pile of drawings aside and let Sanchisui play with the five large plates.

Two plates of lettuce salad drizzled with Caesar dressing, two plates piled high with raw vegetables and fruits, and the last plate contained two high-stacked sandwiches, slightly steaming blueberry scones, and milk-flavored pancakes. cranberry cheesecake.

"There are two kinds of soup, one is sour and red like tomato soup, and the other is something like white potato soup." Sanchi Shui was quite disdainful of these simple Western food, even the menu Didn't even look carefully.

"Are you sure the two of us can finish eating so much?" Shisui took a sip of soda and looked worriedly at the several large plates in front of him.

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, today..." Under Shi Sui's warning gaze, Sanchi Shui mumbled the next half of the sentence, "Don't be afraid of wasting, you still have me anyway."

Shi Sui shook his head helplessly: "Sit down and eat slowly. The journey later will not be easy."

"Ah."

Sanchi Shui was rare and serious for a moment. He poked the vegetables on the plate with his fork and couldn't help but complain:

"Do you think foreigners' stomachs are those of cattle and sheep? I understand that cucumbers, tomatoes and some green leafy vegetables can be eaten raw. Why should even cauliflower and mushrooms be eaten raw?"

Shi Sui was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he picked and ate a small piece of celery dipped in sauce.

Sanchi Shui muttered for a while, but seeing that Shi Sui didn't even look at him, he coughed and raised his chin at the stack of drawings:

"How's it going"

"You're nervous." Shi Sui glanced at him sideways.

Otherwise, why would he be squirming around like he has ADHD and talk a lot of nonsense?

"You're not nervous." Sanchi Shui snorted softly. He controlled the hand that wanted to touch the hilt of the sword at his waist and poked the pineapple chunks on the plate to relieve his boredom.

"There are too many variables, and the outcome is unpredictable," Shisui sighed slightly, "but there is really no way to delay it."

"Yes," Sanchi Shui said quietly, "Nvxia Jiang has issued an ultimatum. If we don't take action, we will really be captured every year."

Nearly three days in the game and nearly 36 hours in the real world, the time that Dr. Walton, whose only name is known, can buy everyone, is almost running out.

Under the table, Sanchi Shui lightly kicked Shi Sui's feet, lowered his voice, and asked mysteriously: "Brother, I have a very important question, and I really don't feel comfortable saying it."

"What's the question?" Ye Sui didn't think Sanchi Shui had anything serious to ask, so he raised his eyelids and glanced at him with his peripheral vision.

"Qi Youfeng or Simil, which one do you prefer?" Sanchishui stared at him with burning eyes, as if he would not give up until he got the exact answer.

"..."

Shi Sui sat up straight and looked at the other end of the auditorium with squinted eyes: "The teachers are also here, and the number of people...is roughly right."

The two-day tour for these people was not a real trip. Not only did they get to know the garrison strength, building distribution and work and rest time here, but they also got to know all the teachers and the two vice-deans.

In addition to the main entrance, the auditorium also has two side doors and a small door located at the right rear of the teachers' dining area. According to observations, the entrance chosen by teachers when entering the auditorium is random, but when leaving, most of them will choose the other nearest door. A small door of an office building.

Most teachers are likely to choose that door, and the offices of the two vice-deans are in that office building. It is almost enough to at least confirm this little bit of inaccurate information.

Shi Sui withdrew his eyes and thoughts, and just met Sanchi Shui's condemning eyes, raising his eyebrows inexplicably.

Sanchishui bumped him with her elbow and said coolly: "Changing the subject doesn't work for me."

"What did you just say?" Sui Ming pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Sanchishui looked at him for a while and shrugged: "Okay, I know you are also very conflicted. To be honest, when Simil revealed all his plans, I didn't dare to look at Qi Youfeng's face. "

At that time, Sanchishui couldn't help but secretly guess whether there had been any vigorous disputes between Nian Nian and Simil. Otherwise, why would Simil be willing to make such a desperate choice.

"It is precisely because Qi Youfeng accepted Simil's proposal calmly and carried it out without any grudges that I feel that it is really difficult to comment on the two of them." Shi Sui felt a little sad.

According to Isimir, once the self-protection mechanism of the game that he designed himself is activated, the data world will be completely closed, all players will be forced to exit, the flow of time in the game will stop for a moment, NPCs will be frozen and archived, and the world will be completely different from the previous ones. The smallest corners begin to disintegrate and return to the most original data.

By then, in the entire data world, there will only be two special consciousnesses left that will neither exit nor be frozen: Niannian and Simil.

According to Simil's calculations, the place where he was imprisoned every year will most likely be selected as the first corner to disintegrate, and he will be released into the free data ocean every year, and the game world will be completely updated and restored through the self-protection mechanism. Before, no outside force could interfere.

It was the reincarnation of demolition and reconstruction envisioned by Simil, who was still as arrogant as the Creator. It was the rules for building blocks designed for rigor and perfection when he was still on the outside.

It's just a Lego city made up of data modules. If the damage is too serious, it will naturally save time and effort to dismantle and rebuild.

Unfortunately, when he personally set foot on the earth of this world, the arrogance of being aloof was gradually smoothed away, and every plant and tree here began to become difficult to part with.

It was difficult to let go, but not completely impossible to let go. I don’t know what kind of trade-offs were made. Simil smiled at the distant sky and decided to activate this protection mechanism.

But

In the end, there is a question mark as to when the closed game world will be reopened, whether the players' data can be completely restored, and when everyone except Simil can reunite with Nian Nian.

"Although it's not clear, I think," Sanchishui said with a hint of understanding and meaning, "No one has paid more than anyone else, and no one has been more entangled than anyone else."

Shi Sui patted Sanchi Shui's shoulder and said approvingly: "Yes, if you can see this, you're not too stupid."

Sanchi Shui swept away Shi Sui's hand angrily, raised his eyes and looked at Sui casually, signaling Shi Sui: "Those teachers are starting to leave this auditorium."

Fortunately, there weren't too many accidents. When Shisui and Sanchishui finished half of their sandwiches, the teachers who were leaving one after another all chose the closer back door.

"Nothing happened, it should be going smoothly." Sanchi Shui whispered into Shi Sui's ear.

Shisui wiped his fingers and looked at the gradually emptying teachers' dining area with a faint smile:

"It seems that Su Ze's painting skills did not disappoint us. He actually deceived those people's eyes."

Following his words, Sanchishui looked at the stack of drawings in Shi Sui's hand, and nodded proudly:

"After all, I have sketched on the spot in advance, and with the help of the "Dayang Red Fire Formation" set up by cousin Ming, I can naturally draw people in without anyone noticing..."

After a pause, Sanchishui chose the appropriate expression:

“Introducing the stage we designed.”

"It's just a little head start through mental arithmetic. Those NPCs behave in a rigid manner and lack a sense of crisis. It doesn't mean that everything will go smoothly in the future."

Shi Sui stood up, put away the drawings on the table, and smiled lightly:

"Let's go, before those NPCs escape from the stage arranged by Shao Wu, we must make as much noise as possible."

Upon hearing this, Sanchi Shui let out a loud roar, stepped onto the wooden table in front of him, and stepped back together. His sword edge rushed forward like a whirlwind, slashing at the unlucky guy he randomly selected.

As if to suit the occasion, as the sword edge sank into the flesh, Sanchi Shui pretended to yell "lets party"

The screams that suddenly burst out in the auditorium sounded the horn of attack. The shouts of death, roars, thunderbolts, sword shadows and wind roars swept through the entire Holy Temple Academy at this moment.