Elf Archer of Life in Another World

The continent of Gaia, the elven territory of the Seas Forest.

This is an area that no living being has ever set foot in. The trees are dense and cover the sky, as if even the light has been swallowed up and melted by the black leaves.

There was a flash of white light, and a figure condensed from the air.

Niannian, who had just gone online, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. The cold mist in the forest and the thick smell of rotten leaves in the soil under her feet rushed straight into her chest and lungs. In an instant, her brain, which was a little chaotic when she first went online, sobered up a bit.

Extreme tranquility, this is the first feeling I have here every year.

There is no sound of wind blowing through the treetops, no sound of leaves falling, no birds chirping, no insects chirping. It seems as if someone has cut a break point from the flowing time, causing the creatures in it to lose the care of the God of Time.

, leaving only a cold dead silence.

In the blink of an eye, it seems like only a moment has passed, and it seems like a thousand years have passed.

Nian Nian took another deep breath, but her own breathing sounded a bit harsh to her ears. The next moment, she couldn't help but tightly shut her mouth.

Looking at the huge trees around him every year, this is not a scene he is familiar with, nor is it a place where he has been offline in a hurry before. Although the Jesses Forest has not suffered any external damage due to the protection of the elves, it is as thick as before.

Trees as tall as towers are truly unheard of.

There were dead branches and leaves under her feet that had accumulated for countless years, and the original appearance of the earth could not be seen at all. After standing for a while, she felt that her whole body was sinking slightly.

If the high priest of the elves with a slight mysophobia saw it, he would probably scream in horror, and he would probably also issue a cleaning task to hard-working players like them?

Nian Nian was having fun thinking about it while walking hard on the thick rotten leaves. This feeling that his feet would be empty at any time was really a test on his nerves. If it were not for the familiar system panel, Nian Nian would really

You have to wonder if you have traveled through time.

Where is this place? Should I put less effort into walking and simply commit suicide to return to the resurrection point?

Just as I was thinking this, I couldn't help but look back to see how far I had come.

After this glance, Nian Nian was stunned.

Behind him, where he had just come online, there was an extra door.

She turned around stiffly, holding the silver-brown short bow tightly with her left hand, and took out a wooden arrow from the quiver at her waist with her right hand. She was not yet at a high level and could not do much in the face of this weird scene in front of her.

Not much really.

Nian Nian placed the wooden arrow on the string, slowly approached the door, and raised the short bow in front of him.

It was a stone gate, with a narrow stone bar resting on two tall square stone pillars. Moss climbed up from the ground, clinging to the surface of the stone either high or low, and even the top stone bar was not spared.

As Niannian approached, she looked around with her peripheral vision. Except for the sudden appearance of the stone gate, everything was the same as when she first went online.

And this stone gate is a bit surprising every year.

And this stone gate stands quietly in the forest that has existed for who knows how many years. It seems as old as it, no, older than it. It seems that it has been standing here like this when the earth was still barren.

Quietly watching the saplings around me grow into towering trees that can cover the sun and the moon, and silently watching them die under the sharp blade of time.

So, it’s not it that suddenly appears here, but me?

I don’t belong here, am I?

I finally got closer to it every year, so close that I could smell the sweet smell of stone, mixed with the heavy fragrance of moss and grass, penetrating from my nose to my brain.

Nian Nian stood between the two stone pillars, hesitating, and finally controlled the urge to walk over, even though there seemed to be a voice calling her from behind the door.

This is a door, so where does it lead to? Who is calling me?

Damn it, it’s just a game, why do you want it to be so real? I thought about it every year with some resentment.

She simply held the bow and arrow in one hand, raised her other hand slightly, and rubbed the moss on the stone pillar with her fingertips. Well, the touch was really uncomfortable, but it seemed that there was something carved under the moss.

After discovering this, Nian Nian breathed a sigh of relief. The presence of carving marks meant that someone or some other creature had placed it here. According to the usual style of this game, you can get some information by identifying these marks, although it is not necessarily the case.

Key information, but at least it can reduce the weirdness for yourself.

The call I heard just now seems to be a voice I heard somewhere before, and it is probably one of the clues.

Every year I brushed my fingers over the moss, thinking about how to connect these clues.

She raised her head and wanted to take a closer look at the stone door.

What he saw was a pair of deep black eyes.

Nian Nian was shocked, but quickly realized that those eyes were not real.

Under the top beam of the stone gate, a human face is carved.

The human face was eroded by moss so that no outline could be seen. There were protruding eyeballs in the narrow eye sockets, and there were three deep vertical lines between the eyebrows between the eyes. It seemed that the person was enduring pain or meditating.

The human face has no nose, and under the slender eyes is a wide open mouth with the corners of the mouth grinned to the extreme. No teeth or tongue can be seen clearly in the mouth. The entire face looks like it has been covered with moss and is desolate.

It's so green that there's an air of coldness that can't be overcome.

Only the two protruding eyeballs, which were probably made of some kind of black crystal, not only retained their vitality, but also pushed back the spreading moss, not covering them at all.

Look carefully every year.

She was looking into those black eyes.

Those eyes were dark and deep, as if they could suck away a person's soul with their gaze and lead them into boundless darkness.

Looking at them every year, I couldn't help but take a step and crossed the stone gate.