Elf Archer of Life in Another World

"Give me a name."

The Nine-Colored Immortal Deer said to Simil.

"Huh?" Simil asked a little strangely: "Why do you need a name?"

"The Nine-Colored Immortal Deer is not a name. If there is a second Nine-Colored Immortal Deer in this world, what will I be called then?"

"There will never be another one in this world."

Simil replied that he should not be able to create another Nine-Colored Immortal Deer, and now he cannot create a second Nine-Colored Immortal Deer.

He originally had a question that he was concerned about, so he went around to look for it, but he didn't expect to be stumped by the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer first.

Being stared at by the big eyes of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer, Simil had no choice but to lower his head and think for a while, then raised his head after a moment:

"How about adam? Adam."

“The name of the first human being created by God in Genesis?”

Jiuse Dengxianlu said, paused and continued:

"Will there also be an Eve born from myself?"

Simil found it a little funny:

"Eve was created by God because he was afraid of Adam's loneliness. You are not afraid of loneliness. Moreover, I am talking about another Adam, the man created by God in his own image. The man who was born to rule the world.

The mission of all living beings.”

"It's a good name, very appropriate." Jiuse Dengxianlu nodded.

"And you're going to Gaia soon, so this name won't be too inconsistent." Simir didn't want to say that he was just not very familiar with Chinese characters, let alone using Chinese characters to give names.

The Nine-Colored Immortal Deer lowered its head, as if thinking about something.

"Don't want to go?" Simil looked into the deer's eyes and felt a little sad in them.

The Nine-Colored Immortal Deer shook his head.

"There is something I want to ask you," Simil decided to resolve his doubts before talking about anything else. "Why did you deliberately stay in the barrier every year?"

"How far have we come?"

Zimo galloped along with the arrows, and the color of the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker, changing from the original light pink to a strange bright red.

Both of them knew that none of this mist could touch them, so the speed of Nian Nian's arrows gradually increased, even faster than the speed of the mist. In Zimo's view, when Nian Nian's right hand was raised, it was like

Never put it down again.

"I don't know." Nian Nian replied casually, while releasing another whirlwind arrow, while paying close attention to the speed of the surrounding fog.

"A good news, a bad news, which one do you want to hear?" Nian Nian's right hand is always hooked on the bow string. Thanks to the calluses on her fingers, they can barely be used as finger guards. Otherwise, her right hand will definitely be

It had long been cut by the frequent pulling of the bowstring.

"Okay." Zimo replied without thinking.

"We should be going out soon. The speed of the fog has slowed down, and it seems to be drifting in our direction. There should be wind."

Nian Nian did not give in and quickly introduced the situation she observed.

"What about the bad ones?" Zimo suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The bad thing is," Nian Nian sighed, "I'm almost out of power."

Before entering this miasma of the dead forest, Niannian estimated that she could use more than twenty whirlwind arrows in a row, but she did not take into account the mana recovery effect of the Moon Spirit Bow at that time. When she first entered this miasma, Niannian

After paying attention to it, and deliberately controlling the skill effects, I feel that the mana consumption and recovery speed can be almost equal.

But I didn't expect that there was a period in the middle where the fog filled the air very quickly, and I had to speed up the frequency of using skills every year. As a result, there was a difference between the consumption and recovery rates. As time went by, the original little difference had already disappeared.

It's getting bigger and bigger, and now it can no longer be continued smoothly.

"What the hell!" Zimo staggered after hearing this, "A journey of a thousand miles is ruined in one day??"

"No, but..." Nian Nian wanted to explain, but still swallowed his words, "Be prepared for battle. The next arrow might trigger a red alarm for the deer inside."

"Huh?" Zimo turned to look at her.

"Watch the road! Also, try to follow me. If you are scratched by the arrow below, you may die miserably!"

"What?" Zimo still obeyed and slowed down for half a body.

After releasing two more arrows every year, both of them clearly felt that the color of the surrounding fog had changed back to pink, and the dead trees in the forest were gradually becoming sparse.

The last arrow flew out, and two fingers of Nian Nian's right hand were wiped with blood marks.

She knew that her fingers were stiff due to exhaustion, and she was not decisive enough when loosening the string. The bounced bowstring and arrow tail wiped a thin layer of skin along the fingertips.

I haven't made such a stupid mistake for a long time. Looking at the castration of the last arrow every year, it turns out that it deviated a little from the supposed trajectory, leaning a little to the left, and the strength and speed of this arrow were also affected a little.

Influence.

Nian Nian held his breath and while galloping after the last arrow, he took out an arrow from the quiver at his waist.

When the arrow was placed on the string, she saw that what she had taken out was a blood-red arrow.

It really comes to mind, Nian Nian secretly thought in his heart and praised his good luck. The dissolving effect is obviously more effective than the crushing effect at this time.

But this time, don't shoot crookedly. The bow should be drawn wider, the arms should be straighter, the fingers should be stronger and more flexible.

I kept thinking about it in my heart every year to divert my attention and not be distracted by the pain coming from my fingers.

"Get ready!" Nian Nian suddenly shouted two words.

"Walk!"

Following the word "go", a blood-red arrow flew into the miasma of the dry forest in front of him, instantly dissolving a large piece of pink mist. However, this time the mist did not diffuse back, but instead spread steadily.

retreated away.

"Hurry up!" Niannian had already followed the light of the arrow and saw the plains outside the dry forest. He used up the mana he had just recovered a little without mercy and rushed out of the forest at a fast speed.

Although Zimo couldn't see the situation clearly ahead, he still had great trust in Nian Nian's words. Without saying a word, he increased his speed and followed Nian Nian closely out of the miasma-filled dead forest.

"Finally" Zimo stepped on the flat ground. Just when he wanted to take a look, he saw something spinning in the sky. He was startled and immediately pushed away Nian Nian in front of him, and then the whole

The person was completely covered by the red array map thrown down.

The array chart landed, and in a burst of red light, flames ignited within the array chart, instantly engulfing Zimo's figure.

Nian Nian's eyes were about to burst after being pushed away, this was the scene again!

At this moment, a cloud-like sword light had already pierced the back of her heart!