Another Life: Elf Archer

Not all the players in the guild "Feng Ya Cun" established by Shao Wu are from Yuxi Palace, a folk art sect, but the nearly [-] people she brought to the Gaia continent in a private name this time all came from the same sect with her.

There were nearly a hundred people, some who were good at "acting" and some who specialized in "puppetry". After finalizing the plan to clean up the Holy Temple Academy with Shi Sui, Shao Wu and her people got busy and decided to put on a wonderful show. A great drama.

The faculty and staff of the Holy Temple Academy are all NPCs, and no player has yet opened the cultivation branch of staying in the school to teach. Sui and others visited for a few days and roughly figured out the number and strength of the school's faculty and staff.

Ordinary employees don't need to take it too seriously. They can just deal with it casually when it becomes a mess. It doesn't matter if it can't be dealt with. It won't cause any big waves.

The number of professors who are officially responsible for teaching is not too many. After all, this is not a real school. It is divided into two major departments: magic and alchemy. The different magic departments are divided into five magic departments: earth, water, wind, fire and light. Department, and fighting courses such as martial arts are elective, and can only be chosen by players who are interested in joining the Templar Church and being honored as Paladins. In addition, there are also inconspicuous courses such as continental history, alien knowledge, and flora and fauna. Elective Courses.

The credits earned from completing the course will be converted into experience points in proportion to players, so some players who don’t like to fight and kill will choose to retake the required courses and delay graduation to take more electives. In this way, after officially graduating, their level will be higher than The number of players who have graduated in a hurry is much higher, and they will have more confidence when they go out to venture out.

There are not many courses, and the number of professors is about sixty. Each professor will be assigned two to three teaching assistants, for a total of 210 and six NPCs.

Among them, there are those who are weak in combat ability, and there are also those who are extremely capable of fighting. The two most difficult ones are the two vice-presidents whose status in the Holy Temple Academy is second only to that of Dean Agate.

An airborne personnel appointed by the Pope of the Holy Church, who can be seen at a glance to control the college, is usually responsible for the sincere cooperation between the college and the church, and is also responsible for the friendly exchanges between the college and other countries. The Holy Mage of the Light Department, Heller.

The other was a middle-aged man named Morris who was personally trained by Dean Agate and was usually only responsible for managing the internal affairs of the campus and teaching content. His actual combat prowess and proficiency in magic were unknown.

Anyone who sees the results of this survey will involuntarily turn their attention to the name Morris and beat the drum in their hearts for a while.

None of them had seen with their own eyes how powerful Dean Agate was, but the person who could make Captain Nick remind him again and again must be at the level of the ultimate big boss. As the personal disciple of the big boss, Morris must also be able to Not too bad.

In view of the existence of such a key figure with unknown strength, according to Shao Wu's request, Yunji Sword Sect and Momen Mo Xia from the two guilds "Tiangongfang" and "Xingtianxia" were brought together. Some of the players were transferred to her, and Shao Wu's team was expanded to an integer of 120 players.

With barely enough people to fight the siege, and with Su Ze's full support, Shao Wu swept her red brush and immediately decided on the song to be used to welcome these special guests today.

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The relationship between Morris and Heller is not good. Of course, given their backgrounds, it is normal for the two to have a bad relationship.

Therefore, when Dean Agate left forever to attend the Pope's birthday party, Vice President Heller was worried but proud, and Vice President Morris was anxious but uneasy.

To be precise, Agate is not Morris's teacher. As one of the few people who have a close relationship with Agate, Morris is well aware of the Holy Church's fear of Dean Agate, and also understands that Agate He will not let himself be involved in any danger, so as not to affect this college.

What Morris inherited from Agate was his expectations and feelings for this college, as well as his sense of responsibility and love for every student in this college.

When a large group of Chinese visitors suddenly appeared in the college, Morris paid close attention to them and immediately contacted Dean Agate, who was unknown where he was.

The two had been fighting for many years, and Heller, who had been watching him to see if he made any changes, naturally quickly learned of Morris's nervousness. This smooth old man did not do anything stupid, but he also appropriately reported to the church. The church submitted a few more loyal speculations and guesses. I wonder if it just won the recipient's attention and understood the implication of his words. Agate never came back.

None of them thought that these Chinese visitors, who in their eyes were just here to spy on information, would be bold enough to secretly hatch a crazy plan.

Even today at noon, the two of them met in the auditorium, exchanged a cold look that only the other party could understand, and left the teachers' dining area in the auditorium with no more than five steps between them. Heller opened the small door. , politely holding the door and waiting for Morris to pass by. Under the unusually hot sunshine at noon, the two of them chatted nervously and sweated. Accompanied by a heat wave, they stepped into the teacher's office where they usually took lunch breaks. When they entered the building, neither of them noticed that the building they entered had been arranged into a dangerous place.

One of the great advantages of having NPC opponents is that these professors and teaching assistants will not change their habits for no reason, which makes it easier for Sui and others to scheme.

There is a large public rest area in this faculty office building. Professors who still want to drink coffee and chat after lunch will go there. Other professors who want to rest alone will go through the stairs in the middle of the building. Scatter your way to the private offices on the second and third floors.

The corridor of the office building is not too wide, and the doors on both sides are closed. It is inexplicably cramped. The sunlight from outside cannot come in. The lights inside have not yet been turned on, probably because the sunlight just seen is too bright. After walking in, the corridor seemed darker than usual.

When Morris and Heller parted ways at the top of the stairs, an assistant coach walking in front of them suddenly let out a surprised sound. He reached out and touched the wall, then scratched it with his fingernail. After hesitating for a few seconds, he stared. He pinched and uncovered a thin corner with his fingertips.

There is a dazzling light behind the corner, and there are several black figures squatting under the light group. The expressions of the people's faces can't be seen clearly against the backlight. The only thing that can be seen clearly is a sharp sharp knife approaching the eyes, and the cloth behind the shadow after the light of the knife retreats. Eyes full of blood.

Curious about the gossip, the assistant coach looked back several times to look at the expressions on the faces of Heller and Morris. He accidentally wandered and bumped into the wall. When he reached out to help him, he realized that there was something wrong with the touch of the wall.

And when he belatedly realized that his throat had been cut, he remembered what this familiar touch was.

This is the feeling of paper that he touches countless times every day.

Behind this realistic wallpaper, there is actually an original, wide-open door in this office building hidden.

He wanted to make some noise to remind his colleagues to open the misplaced false doors painted on them. A sharp and short exclamation cut through the lazy afternoon air at this moment, before everyone could recognize the owner of the sound. It stopped suddenly, followed by a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground. Everything returned to calm, but the air seemed to stop flowing and gradually became cold and stagnant.

This was coming from upstairs, not far away, probably the second floor, probably around the corner of the stairs.

Coincidentally, Heller and Morris stopped gazing upward and looked at each other, seeing exactly the same surprise and surprise in each other's eyes.

ambush ambush

How could anyone dare? How could it be possible?

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Shao Wu and Shi Sui did not set an exact time to launch the attack. Instead, they roughly determined several situations that met the conditions for the attack. The rest of the decision was left entirely to them.

Shi Sui can judge the overall situation from outside, but it is always based on Shao Wu's movements. In other words, if Shao Wu doesn't move, Shi Sui won't move either. If Shao Wu moves, Shi Sui will have to check the situation before making any move.

Their layout is too rough, and no matter how slow the NPC is, they will still find clues. No matter whether Shao Wu chooses to take the initiative or passively trigger it, the waiting time will not be too long.

So when the overly curious assistant coach peeled off the disguise, and when the team ambushing on the second floor accidentally alerted the target, Shao Wu made a decisive decision, raised his hand, and immediately hit a player hiding in the corner waiting for the signal. He struck the gong in his hand hard.

The sound of the gong was loud, strong, and ear-splitting. The vibrating sound waves hit the walls on both sides of the corridor. The reverberation became longer and longer. Caught off guard, the teachers and teaching assistants who entered the office building subconsciously covered their ears. , many people even closed their eyes.

The moment the gong sounded, the three doors at both ends and the front hall were blocked with earthen walls by the Mingtang players who had been waiting for a long time. After everyone opened their eyes, they saw a fluttering white, lighter than hail and bigger than snowflakes. If they looked carefully, Look, it turns out to be pieces of white scraps of paper.

It's not necessarily white paper. There is color on the other side of the white paper.

These dull-looking ordinary NPCs are a little slow to deal with unexpected situations, and Shao Wu doesn't care whether they recognize the details of these scraps of paper. All the characters are already in place, and they are just waiting for the protagonist to appear first and accidentally enter these pieces of paper on the stage. Passers-by are drawn into the drama.

Colorful pieces of paper fell one after another, vaguely like leaves and petals floating down from the flower trees. A majestic figure wearing a purple gold crown with phoenix wings, chained gold armor, and walking on lotus root silk appeared from the sky. Turning out from the shadow behind the tree, holding a golden hoop in his hand, his eyes were as smart and bright as stars. Behind him came two brothers holding swords, wearing silver armor, and wearing silver caps. A group of lively soldiers were at the end, forming a queue. It's pretty neat, but it's a pity that every soldier can't sit still, scratching his head and scratching his head, whispering to each other.

The majestic man walked to the middle of the local teachers who were still stunned, took the hand of the white-robed old man Heller with a smile, and opened his mouth, like thunder falling from the sky:

"My god is the Great Sage who is equal to the sky. I am born with the heaven and the earth. The sun and the moon grow together. I have vast supernatural powers and can change in many ways. I wander around the cave and enjoy the exotic flowers. I wind around the clear stream and see the green pines and junipers. My clothes are floating. In the mist, the strong wind blows on my sleeves, the spring thunder rises from the relaxed ape's arms, and the thunderbolt is heard when I move my steps. All the gods and ghosts in the world have returned, and the evil demons in the world are afraid of me."

After hearing him finish singing, the Mo Xia player who squatted on the ground and was the first to cut the throat of the unlucky assistant coach looked surprised and stunned. He glared at Shao Wu who was hiding opposite him and waved his hands without daring to make a sound. His mouth opened and closed like a missing picture. The oxygen-deprived fish kept poking the hand of the "Monkey King" with his fingers through the air.

He was not needed for the time being, so he simply watched the fun in the corner, watching the big brothers of Yuxigong, who were usually invisible, wearing costumes and playing with puppets. There were more than 20 people and more than 40 puppets performing at the same time. The atmosphere created by the drama was fictitious and real, and he almost saw the true face of the Water Curtain Cave in Huaguo Mountain in a trance.

As a result, looking at the way the "Monkey King" and his monkeys and grandchildren were making out with the NPC professors, I felt like something was not right.

Isn't this "acting out" to cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace?

Why did our Monkey King surrender to the enemy camp?