Another Life: Elf Archer

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In the clearing in the forest, more than a dozen people were sitting on the ground panting. The robes they had carefully arranged in the past were wrinkled and the hems were stained with dust. Some people's robes were still stained with blood.But no one paid attention to this minor injury. Even the one whose chest was pierced by three feet of water just silently covered the wound that no longer bled, and quietly applied medicine to his companion whose throat was slashed.

This is the benefit of the game world. Fatal injuries are not really fatal. Although the damage is very high and looks scary, as long as the blood line does not bottom out, the player can breathe. The player only needs to endure some pain and Prompt treatment is enough.

There is also a Holy Mage of the light element among them. As long as he is willing, he can immediately end the pain of these two people and heal their wounds.

But none of them asked Simil Rak for help.

Maybe it was because of the little guilt and fear of leaving him and running away, or maybe it was because he didn't dare.

Unlike the others, Simil's white robe was spotless, and not even a wrinkle could be seen. Standing among them, in addition to highlighting the embarrassment of the others, it also inexplicably gave people the illusion that this person was superior. .

He was looking sarcastically, looking at Hazel who was still clutching his throat with interest, seeming to appreciate his face twisted in pain and pleading.

"Ahem!" Anbu couldn't stand it anymore and broke the calm. "Lark, please help him treat it. It will probably take a few days for this kind of wound to heal naturally."

"Isn't it great to heal naturally?" Simil curled his lips and smiled, "It's just a good time to experience the miracle of life in person, to focus on feeling your bones grow inch by inch, and the flesh and blood blending bit by bit, and feel the excitement when new flesh grows out. The implant is numb and itchy, and the stinging sensation when the tender skin covers the cavity little by little will be unforgettable.”

Several people's throats moved involuntarily, and some touched their necks, as if to confirm whether they were still intactly connected to their bodies. Fortunately, the person who had a hole opened by an arrow was not them. .

There was despair in Hazel's eyes. He felt the cold air rushing into his chest along the hole in his throat, freezing his heart bit by bit, and a large lump was stuffed into his stomach. The air-conditioning in the air was spasming uncontrollably.

Seemingly satisfied with Hazel's despair finally revealed, Simiel gently made a sign of the cross on his chest and murmured in a low voice. A soft white light flew out from the staff and covered Hazel on the ground. .

Almost instantly, Hazel's breathing calmed down, and the hissing sound that had always been like leaking wind disappeared. The hand covering his throat also touched the smooth skin, and no hot liquid came from him anymore. flowed out of his throat.

Hazel put down her hand, but instead of thanking Simil, she stared at him with a knife-like look.

Although the arrow pierced his throat, the Rak who roughly pulled the arrow out of his throat was equally hateful.

"I'm giving you a little warning," Simil said coldly, "Don't covet things that don't belong to you."

Hazel was stunned, Anbu was stunned, and the others were also a little stunned, and then they all lowered their heads unnaturally.

They had not forgotten how they had forced this man before, and even threatened him to hand over those Yue Ling Papers.Although Simil's tough attitude did not allow them to succeed, especially under the current circumstances, no one could find a suitable reason to do anything extraordinary to Simil, and no one dared to really hurt the only one among them. The Holy Law of Light, however, they made no secret of their coveting of the treasures in Simil's hands.

Especially Hazel, he thinks that he is the strongest among these people. Simil is just a weak Holy Law of Light. Things like the Moon Spirit Note should be owned by better people.

He had also imagined asking Simil to offer up those Moon Spirit Papers and then take back the Moon Spirit Wood from the elf.

"It is an insult to something so valuable to be placed in the hands of some unqualified people."

At that time, he once said this meaningfully in front of Simil.

"Perhaps you can win a heart by then? That elf seems pretty good-looking?" His companions laughed at him after hearing this.

"She is just a lowly elf. If she is wise and willing to hand over all the moon spirit trees in her hand, I don't mind accepting her loyalty and allowing her to be my lover." Hazel replied arrogantly.

Thinking of this, Hazleton felt a burning pain on his face. He was not sure whether his companions would remember what he had said or see his flushed face. He suddenly jumped from the ground. Jumped up and shouted:

"That hateful, despicable elf! I must catch her! Then kill her with my own hands!"

As soon as he said the words, he covered his mouth in horror. Someone next to him couldn't help laughing, just because his voice was high-pitched and thin, and it sounded like a frightened woman bluffing. shouting.

"The human vocal cords seem to be a very delicate organ," Simiel reminded sarcastically with a smile on his lips, "Please take good care of it, Ms. Hazel." After saying that, he bowed to Hazel and gave a gentlemanly salute.

There was more laughter, and a few people who usually couldn't stand his behavior also imitated Simil's behavior and saluted comically.

Hazel was ashamed and annoyed, pointing at Simiel with a trembling finger, and opening and closing her mouth like a fish starved of oxygen.

"Alas," Anbu sighed, walked over to Hazel, pressed his hand, and comforted him, "It should be back to normal soon. You'd better take a rest first."

Hazel sat aside angrily, still staring at Simiel with angry eyes.

"This time we were too careless and underestimated the enemy." Anbu stood in the middle of the crowd, stretched out his hands and pressed lightly to let everyone listen to him first. "We knew that there were elf players on the other side, but we didn't pay attention to her. This was a mistake in my command, and I would like to apologize to everyone who was injured."

Anbu solemnly bowed and apologized to the injured people. Some of those people stood up quickly and did not dare to say anything in return, while others snorted coldly and muttered "hypocrisy" in a low voice.

Anbu spoke again: "But I really didn't expect that elf archer to be so powerful. Although it was a sneak attack, it was from a long distance." He looked at Hazel, "At the same time, he hit the target accurately with great force. This man's The level of several wind skills should be very high, and the control ability is also very good. We need to carefully guard against her next time."

"Does any of you know her name?" Anbu looked around his companions and asked.

People who were caught by Anbu's gaze shook their heads, how could they pay attention to such an insignificant thing.

"Is this important? After all, she only has pointed ears, and she can't admit her mistake." Someone chuckled.

"I just want to confirm whether she is a famous player, so as not to provoke the mercenary group behind her." Anbu replied calmly.

"Her name is Nian Nian."

A figure jumped down from a tree next to them, dusted the leaves on his body, and waved his arms to the embarrassed people, "Hello, you all look good, especially you."

Zimo raised his chin towards Hazel.

"Why are you here?" Anbu frowned.

"I've always been there." Zimo took advantage of the situation and leaned against the trunk of the big tree he had just jumped down from, folding his arms and looking at the person in front of him at leisure.

"Always?"

"From the moment you arrived at the entrance of the valley, to the time you hurriedly broke the barrier, to the time you fought those flower demons, to the time you were shot with an arrow in the throat, to the time you escaped, I was always there." Zimo. Grinning, showing a mouth full of white teeth.

"Then why didn't you come out to help?" Anbu was a little dissatisfied. These long-range professions were most afraid of attacking fast-paced enemies. If Zimo could help block the kid who was charging with a sword, they would definitely not be in such a mess.

"Didn't you repeatedly emphasize to me that you people have to act alone and don't like me or my people to disturb you?" Zimo said as if he was aggrieved.

Anbu bit his lip and said nothing. Naturally, they were doing this with some careful thoughts, and they also planned to make some small moves. Now is this considered self-inflicted?

"You said that woman's name is Niannian?" Anbu changed the subject, "Do you know her real name?"

"Real name?" Zimo raised his eyebrows, and then he understood, "She is a Chinese, so she must have a Chinese name on the land of her motherland. Why do she call her like a bird if she has nothing to do?"

Anbu took a deep breath and turned to Simir: "Elf people have the habit of engraving on homemade feather arrows. Where is the arrow you took off at that time?"

"I threw it away," Simil said calmly, "I think someone probably didn't want to see it."

"Did you notice the name on it?"

"No."

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the question, Anbu had no choice but to give up: "Then let's not delve into her identity first. If she is really a famous person or comes from a large mercenary group, she should not be interested in our mercenary group for the time being. threatening."

Anbu, Hazel and more than ten others are from the same mercenary group, the Silver Button Mercenary Group.

This is a medium-sized mercenary group with a high turnover of members. Among the people present, except Anbu, everyone else was recently recruited by the group leader.

And Simil is a member of the Light Holy Law whom their group leader Barton spent a lot of effort to recruit. It is said that the group leader also spent a lot of money to recruit him, just because of this person's strong strength.Now it seems that he is indeed not weak, but his personality is really not lovable, and he was found to be pregnant with a treasure. Basically no one among these people has made friends with him. After all, those who are still close to him can easily be misunderstood as having ulterior motives and end up in this situation. An unflattering situation.

Most of the holy mages in this mercenary group are water-types, and Anbu is one of them.

The attack power of the Water Saint Mage is average, and the power of his skills is mainly reflected in the player's control level. Water can condense into ice, turn into steam, surround and fight, advance and retreat, and is unpredictable.The mediocre water type holy mage is nothing more than throwing water balls, throwing ice arrows, using ice walls for defense, and flooding for offense.The high-end water-based holy mages are much more difficult to deal with. Unfortunately, the seven or eight water-based holy mages present, including Anbu, are only at a mediocre level.

This is why Hazel prides himself on being the strongest among these people, because at the same level, the fire element does more damage than other elements, especially in places like mountains and forests, where a fire can burn one person. All mountains are possible.

Anbu turned to a man in a cloak and said, "Euros, we are the only one with the wind element right now. I'll leave it to you to take precautions next time."

Euros nodded and approved the arrangement.Elf archers mainly use wind magic to drive arrows, thereby achieving extraordinary speed and strength, as well as unpredictable flight trajectories. As a wind magician, the holy mage is better than other professions in sensing and interfering with the direction of arrows. There are some advantages.

"However, higher-level elf archers will conceal their positions and constantly change directions to mislead their judgment. I cannot guarantee that I can intercept them all." Oros reminded.

"Hmph, the usual tricks of those sneaky elves!"

"Just try your best." Anbu also knew that it would be too difficult for him to stop Nian Nian with only Euros. Euros was only level 60, and he hadn't even fully mastered his own high-level skill, Whisper of the Wind.

"As for the remaining one with the sword, it won't be too difficult to deal with without long-range cover. Just sacrifice it to give others chanting time." Anbu looked at the crowd and said, without specifying who to sacrifice, because he I also know that no one will listen to this kind of thing, so it is better to see who is more unlucky then.

"Don't worry about those vine monsters. Hazel and Prince, you two should not be too obsessed with using high-level skills next time. In fact, some ordinary spells with shorter chants will be more practical."

Prince smiled shyly and peeked to see Hazel's reaction.Hazel snorted dissatisfiedly, her voice sounding much more normal.

Anbu didn't say much. If these two people didn't want to be targeted by the archer again, they would definitely stop being fixed targets.

"Our enemies are just two people. This time it was an accident. Next time..."

"Ahem!" Zimo had been listening with his arms folded. At this time, he couldn't help interrupting Anbu, "It wasn't two people. At least there was a third person there at the time, and to be honest, I think this person is talented. That’s what you should pay more attention to.”