Elf Archer of Life in Another World

The next morning, Gaia continent. .biquge

On this land, the war between humans, elves and dwarves has never been extinguished three hundred years ago, or perhaps more than three hundred years ago. Perhaps ever since the God of Creation created these three completely different races, the war has begun. The seeds were sown on this land by the Creator God.

No one knows the original reason, and no one can predict the final outcome. Just like eating and drinking water every day, war forms the melody of this earth with breathing and everyone's heartbeat.

(her) The city of Usher, located at the intersection of the territories of the three tribes, has been shrouded in blood and smoke all year round.

Any race may occupy this city, or it may lose it in the next second.

Therefore, the three tribes never wasted energy in sending people to manage this place, allowing it to become the most chaotic place in the entire Gaia continent.

Hidden in the dark alleys are heinous fugitives, knights who kill their sworn subjects, and dark mages who worship evil gods.

The noisy tavern was crowded with dwarf mercenaries who had returned from poaching, coquettish blonde dancers, and bards with pointed ears and carrying balalaikas on their backs.

There are ragged old men begging for food on the street, fierce men with bare chests, and fat businessmen sitting in carriages.

The city of Usher is also the richest city on the continent of Gaia.

Here is the largest auction house on the continent of Gaia. From slender elven girls to various precious magic gems, as long as you have money, you can buy everything.

There is also the largest arena on the continent of Gaia. Anyone can choose their favorite warriors and send them to fight; anyone can sell their martial arts for gold and honor, and step by step onto the path that belongs to the strong. throne.

The land is filled with thieves, liars and robbers, as well as beauties, gold and warriors.

The law of the jungle, the law that least requires the interference of human nature and law, is the way to survive in the City of Usher.

This is also a rare city in the game where the number of players is far lower than the number of NCs.

After all, this isn't a great place to entertain.

However, the auction houses and black markets here are also treasures that many players and mercenary groups cannot part with.

Therefore, players who dare to travel and stay in the City of Usher must be strong or have the strength of numbers, and most importantly, must not be kind.

No one can tell whether this city was formed naturally or was deliberately designed by someone, because everyone must admit that Gaia continent needs this city to exist.

There are no racial boundaries, only the importance of life.

From another perspective, perhaps the reason why such a city needs to exist is to give players who like darkness and excitement an unconstrained stage, a paradise on earth where they can completely indulge themselves.

In the city of Usher, the city center is the most prosperous place. The further away from the city center, the more dilapidated the houses and the fewer residents.

But this neighborhood in the southwest corner of Usher had a surprise.

Among the stacks of low-rise houses made of broken wooden boards, a tall, heavy, dull black brick building was squeezed in abruptly.

The dark and gloomy brick walls were covered with tiny, dirty fungi, all the way up to the windows that looked like empty eyes, surrounding the window sills palely, like a giant spider web.

People rushing through Xiaotiao's streets would occasionally cast a glance at the mansion, only to see a tall black wall staring at them with empty eyes. Pedestrians lowered their heads under its gaze and hurried away more and more.

On both sides of the mansion were shabby wooden sheds that exuded a rotten smell. Wooden boards covered with mold were piled on the ground and leaned against the wall of the mansion behind them.

A Gothic arch is hidden behind this pile of rotten wood, leading people through dark and winding corridors. The walls of the corridors are covered with random graffiti of unknown meanings and unknown authors, including violent chaotic lines and densely packed names. , there are ferocious saber-toothed tigers, perfectly symmetrical geometric figures, and some cartoon-like flowers, plants and trees.

Walking out of the corridor, you arrived at the only room in this mansion, a very high and huge room.

There are no windows, only the candles lit on the four walls provide some weak light sources here, and oh yes, there is also the large fireplace built in the middle of the left wall.

A man with gray hair and gray robes was lying on a rocking chair next to the fireplace, humming an off-key tune and trimming his fingers.

He seemed to be dissatisfied with the shape of his fingers. He held a sharp knife and carefully pressed it against the phalanx of the ring finger of his left hand. He carefully peeled away the fascia that connected the joints, peeling off only the flesh and blood, revealing the white bones inside. .

His left hand already has three beautiful and flexible bone-white fingers, and he is trimming the fourth.

The flesh and blood that he had cut off were casually thrown into the crackling fireplace. The jumping flames rose up, taking away the fresh minced meat, spitting out bursts of wonderful burnt aroma, mixed with the rich and sweet aroma of ambergris in the room. , making the man take a deep breath and close his eyes intoxicatedly.

But the aroma did not capture the attention of the other two people in the room, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

There is a Christmas tree standing in the corner of the wall where the fireplace is located, with a few red socks hanging here and there, and the golden star on the top is crumbling.

Sitting under the Christmas tree was a man with skin as pale as carbon. His long hair was tightly tied into dozens of braids, hanging casually on the back of his head and falling onto his silver armor.

In his hand was a thick open book, but his eyes did not fall on the words, but on the blank space between the two letters, and he muttered words, as if from this blank space I read countless wisdom and revelations.

On the other side of the fireplace, there is a large table with countless translucent water mirrors hanging on it. The weak light is reflected and refracted by these water mirrors, making the table seem to be exposed to the sun.

The table was far away from the fireplace because the man trimming his fingers didn't like the harsh light.

A bald man wearing a dark blue robe was sitting at the table, drawing something with a pen in his hand.

Viewed from the side, this bald person is also wearing exaggerated round earrings, and her exquisite body lines clearly mark her gender.

The original skin color of her hands exposed outside the sleeves of her robe could no longer be seen. From the fingertips to the palms, they were covered with brightly colored tattoos of birds, beasts, insects and fish, which seemed to include all animal species in the world, except humans.

The minced meat in the fireplace was devoured, and the burnt smell was gradually covered up by the scent of ambergris. The man in the rocking chair also opened his eyes, looked at his ring finger, and snapped his fingers with these bony fingers.

He seemed to have lost his patience and didn't want to trim the remaining little finger anymore. He just used the knife to jingle and jingle the hard fingertips, treating every tremor of his nerves as a humming drum.

After a while, when all these tremblings had lost their fun, he suddenly cut off the surviving little finger with a knife, lay on the rocking chair and shouted:

"i'bored!"

The knife twisted crookedly on his fingertips, and the blade drew blood marks on his palm.

He turned his head and asked impatiently to the person sitting at the desk.

"Hereishtyouknothat she went east, I thought you knew."

The woman sitting at the desk looked up, and there was a gray-purple butterfly tattooed on her exposed neck. Its wings were strangling her neck, and the white spots on the wings looked like eyes without pupils. Note 1.

It is impossible for players here to customize their appearance in the game, so all the tattoos on this woman can only be brought by her from reality.

"thedaeast! The nasty east!"

The man cursed and twisted off a phalanx.

"It's Sherhond, Cyon'tbehayithyouts the East is her homeland, and she won't like your comment."

The woman said calmly, and continued to lower her head and sketch in the sketchbook a strange-looking animal that looked like a hippopotamus, but its head was flatter and longer than that of a hippopotamus, and it also had two strange horns growing on its mouth Note 2.

"Thenthedaorld!ianttorothell! That's such a disgusting world! I want to go to hell!"

"You've already got it."

"iantallofyoutorothell! You will also go to hell together!"

"And we're already here too."

"and do not fear the body, ho kill the body but cannot kill the ulrather, fear the candestory both und body hell. Don't be afraid of the one who can only kill the body, but cannot kill the soul; what you should fear is the one who can cast both body and soul into hell." Note 3

From the shadows under the Christmas tree, another man's deep and rhythmic voice sounded, as if he was singing a pious prayer.

“thankyou, fatherjohnyheartisoved thank you, father john, I’m so touched.”

The man lying in the rocking chair - Nick - thanked him ungratefully.

“Therefore let us be grateful for our receipt of a kingdom that cannot be shaken.” Note 4

Nick ignored him and still stared at the woman at the desk.

"Sarasvati, youarerongnotallofyouSarasvati, you are wrong, you are not all in hell."

Saraswati looked up again.

"cyisnotherehereishtyouknothat she went east, I thought you remembered."

Just as Nick was breaking off another phalanx even more impatiently, someone walked into the hall, like a resurrected statue of an ancient Greek god, slowly walking from the scroll of Homer's epic.

He has blond curly hair, green eyes, and pointed ears. His marble-like skin seemed to be shining with light, and his toned but not very strong upper body was half naked. A piece of white linen was draped from his shoulders and wrapped around his waist. The hem fell to his ankles, gently moving as he walked. Sweeping his white bare feet.

"Duheht? Good morning, Dion, how was last night?"

“Yoursis the day, your salt then you have established the heavenly lights and the sun are yours day and night, sun and moon are your establishment.” Note 5

"Thank you, fatherjohn, nickandit'srveloasys thank you, Father John. Good morning, Nick. I had a good time last night, as usual."

Nodding to the three people in the room, Dion walked to the fireplace and stood there, clapped his hands, and the crisp applause echoed in this spacious and tall room.

"nesunfoldedaboutcy has news about cybele."

"Say it straight." Nick frowned.

"sheisseekut she's looking for us."

"Who is she?"

"Looking for us?"

"Thedyhosharedht, callisto, theeenoftherozen. The woman I was with last night, called Callisto, is the leader of the Knights of the Rose." Dion first answered Nick's question.

Nick whistled loudly.

"Youare suchadick, duhehtdeliversthe, butthetreacheroaretakencativebytheirst justice is rescued by justice, treachery is dominated by desire." Note 6

Dion ignored Nick's compliment and John's comment and continued

“She’sseekheeolehosughteredthegiganticbaenotera She’s looking for the person who killed the blue emperor whale.”

As Dion spoke, he glanced at the copper stove that was exuding the aroma of ambergris. These spices were also one of their original spoils.

"Can't you just call it the big whale?" Nick tapped the tip of his knife three times. "It's easier to understand this way."

Nick paused, seeming to be searching for a suitable word: "orhuithasfourletters or oversized whales, there are four words."

Dion has become accustomed to ignoring Nick's nonsense, just waiting quietly for Nick to get back to the topic.

"okaytheeoleorthegrouofeole is she looking for someone or someone?"

Nick raised his eyebrows and played a simple note on the blade with three complete bony fingers.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

"Theothee is looking for the other nine."

Ding--

Nick jumped out of the rocking chair

"Call thesanddarvestother! eareheadothefuxkast! Call the twins and the dwarves back, let's go to the east!"

"hataboutalex Alexander is not going?" Saraswati asked.

"He's dealgiththeshithysisait, he's gotta deal with the chaos in the Forest of Jesus. Wait,"

Nick pointed the tip of the knife in the direction of Saraswati, squinted his eyes and asked, "hatdidhesaysttiuonthenaticoodhysis, suddenly he said that there were suddenly many people sneaking around in Feises looking for the moon spirit wood."

“Thefuxkgnaticoodthat’shatcy’s bow of moon spirit wood? I remember that cybele’s bow is made of moon spirit wood.”

Nick's eyes were a little fierce, and the knife in his hand disappeared instantly. At the same time, the crumbling golden star on the Christmas tree was hit by something with a "clang" and fell towards John's head.

John did not raise his head, but casually reached out and caught the fallen golden star and the knife.

"caldonshillbefeyoudon'tneedtoorry calm down, she'll be fine, don't worry."

Saraswati raised her hand, and a small cloud of mist emerged from her fingertips and flew to Nick's head, and it started to rain patterly.

Nick impatiently summoned a small whirlwind to blow away the clouds and mist above his head - he was a level 69 wind holy mage, and he scratched his hair impatiently.

"noiaselyorriedaka I'm worried, that is,"

Nick raised three bone-white fingers, pointed an orchid finger, and then pointed at himself, "iaselybored, I'm bored."

As Nick spoke, he used his cocked bony fingers to draw circles one after another. Three whirlwinds formed and flew out one after another, spiraling and disappearing into the room.

There was a strong wind in the room, so Saraswati held down the drawing that was about to fly away, covered it with a thin layer of ice, and froze it on the table.

The Christmas tree rustled and its trunk swayed, and John looked up and then back to Nick.

"idonoanttodisgruntleyou, but I don't mean to pour cold water on you, just"

Dion suddenly spoke up, interrupting Nick's storm: "We can't go to the East for the time being if we only rely on our words."

"You have tenords limit you to explain clearly in one sentence."

"The leader of the Rose Knights has booked all the tickets for the next Blue Whale."

"Iteaseasierforacadood! It is harder for a rich man to enter Paradise than for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle!" Note 7

"That," Nick turned to look at John, who had just stood up, and nodded to him, "touchesyul, I love hearing that."

Then, Nick looked at Dion, who was as handsome as a statue, "doyouhithyourbitchyeen, do you mind letting me have a date with your new woman?"

"Everyone belongs to everyone else, you should ask her."

"Then ask her then."

"Tihtletfuxkoutyadvancenttaskfirst! Tomorrow night. I want to finish my advanced tasks first!"

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Note 1 The California sweet gray butterfly is extinct. It was the first butterfly in the United States to become extinct due to urban development. It was last seen in 1941 or 1943.

Note 2 Megahorn rhinoceros, a prehistoric creature, lived in North America and became extinct four million years ago.

Note 3 New Testament Matthew 1028

Note 4 New Testament Hebrews 1228

Note 5 Old Testament Psalm 7416

Note 6 Old Testament Proverbs 116

Note 7 New Testament Mark 1015

The English part of the Bible quoted is englishstandardvern, and the Chinese part is the author's own translation after combining various translations.