Elf Archer of Life in Another World

The next morning, Gaia continent.

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 follows breathing and everyone's heartbeat to form the melody of this earth.

(usher) 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 have never wasted their 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 the people they swear to, 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.

There are ragged old men begging for food on the street, fierce men with shirtless bodies, 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 Gaia continent. 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.

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The world is full of 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 NPCs.

After all, this is not a good place for entertainment.

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 come and go and stay in the City of Usher must be strong or have a large number of people. Of course, the most important thing is that they 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 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 provide players who like darkness and excitement with an unconstrained stage and a paradise on earth where they can completely indulge themselves.

In the city of Usher, the center of the city 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, climbing all the way to the windows that looked like empty eyes, surrounding them palely under the window sills, like a giant spider web.

People rushing through the Xiaotiao streets occasionally cast a glance at the mansion, and all they could see was a tall black wall staring at them with empty eyes. Pedestrians lowered their heads under its gaze, becoming more and more concerned.

Gone in a hurry.

On both sides of the mansion were shabby wooden sheds that exuded a rotten smell. Wooden boards covered with mildew were piled up and down on the ground, leaning 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: some are violent chaotic lines, and some are densely packed.

The names include ferocious saber-toothed tigers, perfectly symmetrical geometric figures, and some cartoon-like flowers, plants, and trees.

Walking out of the corridor, you arrive 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, carefully peeling away the fascia that connected the joints, peeling off only the flesh and blood, revealing the white bones inside.

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

The flesh and blood that he had cut off were thrown into the crackling fireplace. The jumping flames rose up and took 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 this fragrance 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, falling down onto his silver armor.

In his hand was a thick open book, but his eyes did not fall on the words. Instead, he stared at the blank space between the two letters, and 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 can no longer be seen. From the fingertips to the palms, they are covered with brightly colored tattoos of birds, beasts, insects and fish, which seem 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‘m soooooo fuxking boring! (so boring!)”

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:

"wheremy cy? (where did cybele go?)"

“she’s the east, i thought you know that. (she’s the east, i thought you know that.)”

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

Players here cannot customize their appearance in the game, so all the tattoos on this woman can only be brought by her from reality.

"the damn fuxking east! (nasty east!)"

The man cursed and twisted off a phalanx.

"It's her nd, won'thappy with your ments. (The East is her hometown, she won't like your comment.)"

The woman said calmly, and continued to lower her head and draw a strange-looking animal in the sketchbook: the body shape is very similar to a hippopotamus, but the head is flatter and longer than the hippopotamus, and there are two strange horns growing on the mouth (Note 2

).

"then the damn fuxking world! i wantrothell! (then the damn fuxking world! i wantrothell!)"

“you already are.(You are already here.)”

"I want allyourothell! (You also want to go to hell together!)"

“andalready are.(We are already here too.)”

"andnot fear those who kill the body but cannot kill fear him who can destroy both soul and bodyhell.

People from hell.)"(Note 3)

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

“thank you, fathe heartmoved.(Thank you, Father John, I am very touched.)”

Nick, the man lying in the rocking chair, thanked him ungratefully.

“Therefore letbe grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannotshaken. (Therefore, since we have received a kingdom that cannot be shaken, we should be grateful.)” (Note 4)

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

“Sarasvati, youallyou. (Sarasvati, you are wrong, you are not all in hell.)”

Saraswati looked up again.

"Cynomy cy! (Cybele is not here, where did she go!)"

“she’s the east, i thought you know that. (She’s the east, I thought you know that.)”

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 long scroll of Homer's epic.

He has blond curly hair, green eyes, and a pair of pointed ears. His marble-like skin seems to be shining with light, and his toned but not very strong upper body is half naked, with a piece of white linen draped from his shoulders.

It was wrapped around his waist, and the hem hung down to his ankles, gently brushing against his bare feet as he walked.

"Duhem, was your night? (Good morning, Duhem, how was your night last night?)"

"Yours the day, yours also the night; you ha-ve established the hea-venly lights and the sun. (Both the day and the night belong to you, the sun and the moon are established by you.)" (Note 5)

“Thank you, fathe, it’s mervelousalways. (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 crisp applause echoed in this spacious and tall room:

“News unfolded about cy.(There is news about cybele.)”

"Say it." Nick frowned.

“sheseeking out us.(She is looking for us.)”

"she? (Who is she?)"

"us? (Looking for us?)"

"dy who st night, callisto, the queen the rozen. (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.

"You are such a dick, duhem! (Well done, Dion!)"

"The righteousnessthe upright delivers them, but the treacherous are taken captivetheir lust. (Justice is rescued by justice, treachery is dominated by desire.)" (Note 6)

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

“she’s seeking the people who slaughtered the gigantic enoptera musculus.(She’s seeking the people 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 trophies.

"can't you just call the big-blue-whale? (Can't you just call it the big whale?)" Nick tapped the tip of the knife three times, "whicheasierget for every one. (This is easier to understand.)"

Nick paused, seeming to be searching for a suitable word: "o has four letters. (Or a very large whale, with four letters.)"

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

"the people the group people? (Is she looking for someone or some people?)"

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

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

"the other nine.(She's looking for the other nine.)"

Nick jumped up from the rocking chair:

"Call the twins and dwarves together! we are heading the fuxking east! (Call the twins and dwarves together, we are heading the east!)"

"What about Alex? (Alexander is not going?)" Saraswati asked.

“he’s dealing with the shit i,(He’s going to deal with the trouble in the Forest of Jesus. Wait,)”

Nick pointed the tip of the knife in the direction of Saraswati, squinted his eyes and asked: "What st time? (What did he say last time?)"

"People are sneaking on the lunaticus woodphysis, suddenly. (He said there are suddenly many people sneaking on the lunaticus woodphysis, suddenly.)"

“the fuxking lunaticus wood? that’s what cy’s bow made of. (月灵木? I remember cybele’s bow was 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 his hand and caught the fallen golden star and the knife.

"cal will b don't needworry. (Calm down, she will be fine, don't worry.)"

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

Nick impatiently summoned a small whirlwind and blew away the clouds and fog above his head. He was a level 69 wind holy mage and scratched his hair irritably:

"no. iseriousl(I'm worried, that is,)"

Nick raised his three bone-white fingers, pointed an orchid finger, and then pointed at himself, "iseriously boring. (I'm bored.)"

As Nick spoke, he used his cocked bony fingers to draw circles one after another. Three whirlwinds formed one after another, flew out, spiraled and disappeared 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 the trunk swayed. John looked up and then turned his eyes back to Nick.

"inot wantdisgruntle you, but (I don't mean to throw cold water on you, just)"

Dion suddenly spoke up, interrupting Nick's storm: "We cannot to the eastourselves now. (Only by our words, we cannot go to the east for the time being.)"

"You have ten words. (You must explain clearly in one sentence.)"

“the regina has seized all the tickets for next airship. (The leader of the Order of the Rose has secured all the tickets for the next Blue Whale.)”

"Itasier for a camelgo through the eye of a needle than for a rich personenter the kingdomgod! (It is harder for a rich person 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, "touchessoul. (I like to hear this.)"

Then, Nick looked at Dion, who was as handsome as a statue: "Do you mind i spend a night with your bitchy queen? (Do you mind letting me go on a date with your new woman?)"

“Every one belongseveryone should ask her.(Everyone belongs to each other, you should ask her.)”

“Then ask her.(Then ask her.)”

"time? (What time do you want to make an appointment to meet.)"

“Tomorrofuxk outadvancement task first! (Tomorrow night. I have to finish my advanced task first!)”

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

Note 3: New Testament: Matthew 10:28

Note 4: New Testament: Hebrews 12:28

Note 5: Old Testament: Psalm 74:16

Note 6: Old Testament: Proverbs 11:6

Note 7: New Testament: Mark 10:15

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