Elf Archer of Life in Another World

The bell rings all night long and stops at sunrise.

People in Hawarizhe knelt in their courtyards all night. When the bells suddenly stopped ringing, everyone raised their heads, their red and swollen eyes stung by the early morning sun.

The bells ringing this night were terrible, thunderous, and slow and fast. The bells ringing this night were very special. They came suddenly and went away quickly. Everyone did not hear the long ending of the call for worship as usual, and everyone still knelt down.

On the ground, the bolder young people raised their heads and looked around, while the extremely pious old people raised their hands, trembling, with tears streaming down their cheeks.

They thought that the sound of the bell must be a symbol of God Hu's wrath, which made him unwilling to accept their offerings. But if God Hu was unwilling to accept their offerings, where would their food, drink, and belongings come from?

When the sun climbed across the sky, someone finally stood up, and then fell to the ground again when his knees went weak.

The first one was followed by the second one. Everyone got up from the ground one after another, supported each other and returned home, sighing and panicking.

People living in the inner city thought of the king, and of the monks and prophets in the high white walls. When they walked out of their homes, they were horrified to find that the streets in front of them were scorched black, and large sections of the outer walls of the palace had disappeared.

The palace guard was looking at the mound of dirt on the ground in confusion.

The people in the outer city also thought of the king, the monks and the prophets, but they did not dare to cross the arch that separated the inner and outer cities. They just looked at the portraits on the wall in the street with trembling eyes and exchanged doubtful looks with each other.

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This portrait of the elf had only been posted in the city for one night, and all of them had seen it before. Two tears of blood were streaming down from the corners of the eyes of the person in the painting. It was so sad and sad that all the viewers were palpitating.

The whole city is depressed and everyone is in danger, but there is one place that is full of vitality. Green grass spreads from outside the city gate to the inside, flowers are in full bloom, and the paths are filled with fragrance.

Seeing this scene, the Khawari philosopher was stunned, and couldn't help but kneel down on the ground again, facing the east. The east is the direction of God Hu, the direction of the palace, and the direction where the man walked and disappeared.

At the same time, a piece of news like a thunderbolt came from the palace and was sent to every corner of the city by the devout Khawari philosopher:

The bell rang all night long, and the king died suddenly. His back was charred and ulcerated. He knelt on the ground, motionless, and his whole face seemed to be glued to the ground.

Sinner! This is the sinner! The philosopher Hawari, who was deeply taught by God Hu, immediately found the reason for this strange and sudden death, and also found the reason for the magical changes in the city.

"How's it going outside?"

In the restaurant in the inner city that had been bought by Xing Tianxia, ​​Song Qing sat upright drinking tea, looking at the people who came in and asked with a smile.

These were several women wearing long robes and black veils. After entering the door, they immediately took off their veils to breathe, took off the cloth scarves that wrapped their heads, and answered with a smile:

"Of course it's very chaotic. The effect is better than we imagined. Many people have begun to doubt the identity of Nian Nian."

"We talked about the king's preference for young girls. Unfortunately, people here don't have any objections to this. Fortunately, Sister Lizi was quick anyway and answered the question every year as a girl, which aroused the anger of these people." A young man with a round face.

The woman replied. It seemed that she was very dissatisfied with the concept of people here.

"Thank you for your hard work." After listening to the chattering reports of these people, Song Qing handed over his hands.

"It's not hard work, but can we really save the president by doing this?"

"That's right, Song Qing, if you have any evil intentions to delay time, be careful and I'll beat you up!" Sister Lizi raised her fists, her beautiful eyes widened, and threatened.

In order not to arouse suspicion, they also knelt outside for half the night. At this time, their legs hurt and their knees were sore. When they saw Song Qing, a guy who always loved to make trouble, they wanted to kick their feet and move their joints.

Song Qing immediately begged for mercy, and the eldest aunt coaxed the others away. She sat alone in the room, with the corners of her mouth raised, humming a tune in a good mood.

The folk customs in this place are indeed simple and honest.

When women cover their faces, wrap their heads, and express their respect for God Hu, they will be regarded as one of their own by the locals. No one will care about who is behind the veil. The appearance of piety also carries a hidden meaning.

What kind of thoughts.

The changes in the city were naturally caused by people sent by Song Qing. But he didn't know about the changes in the palace.

Song Qing left the palace not long after the bell rang last night. When he left, he specially greeted Hassan VI and the ministers and guards. However, everyone was waiting for God Hu to issue an edict, so no one paid him any attention.

The guards at the palace gate can also testify to this. Although they did not raise their heads to look, Master Songqing specifically said hello before leaving, and they still heard it.

It would be great if we could know what happened in the temple. Song Qing thought with a little regret.

He thought it was related to Nian Nian, but all the messages he sent to Nian Nian fell into the sea, and there was no reply at all. He also tried to send a message to Qi Youfeng, but he also got no reply.

Could it be that these two were looking for a date somewhere? Song Qing smacked her lips and thought about whether to send another message to congratulate her.

At this moment, Zheng Qi led a group of people over in a hurry, stood in front of Song Qing and nodded slightly, taking a step back without saying anything.

Song Qing knew that Zheng Qi was too lazy to be polite and tactful to him anymore. The previous calculations in the palace might have made this man have a very bad impression of him.

"You two are here..." Song Qing asked with a smile.

"There is news in the palace." Another person replied.

This is Wu Jian of the Qilin Army. Xiang Lai was taciturn and had a very weak sense of presence until last night.

Shi Sui must have appeased the members of Xing Tianxia before going out to surrender, and also discussed it with the three members of the Qilin Army.

The reason why he was imprisoned was because his companion Nian Nian assassinated the king. But when Song Qing came back, everyone had no complaints about Nian Nian's actions. Instead, they all unanimously attacked the country's stupid people and culture.

Mu Shi, who was good at setting up formations to fight the enemy in the Qilin Army, had already left the city and joined the soldiers stationed outside the city, just in case.

The ordinary Wu Jian calmly said a few words to Song Qing, which shocked him into a cold sweat and went offline to rest expressionlessly.

First sentence: I know what you did in the palace.

Second sentence: I will help you with the finishing work.

Zheng Qi then told him with a complicated expression that Wu Jian had sent scouts and hidden guards to follow him into the palace after Shi Sui left, and he was still hiding in a corner of the palace to listen for news.

The military orders of the Qilin Army players are very much like an additional skill. Mu Shi's military orders directly turn Song Qing's guards into well-trained elite soldiers who can kill the enemy head-on. Wu Jian's military orders can turn Song Qing's guards into well-rounded soldiers.

, the mysterious scout.

Player level affects the number of people covered by skills and the quality of individual soldiers. The effects of ordering one's own Qilin army and forcibly recruiting other armies are naturally different. However, the soldiers they brought into the city were only Song Qing's twenty guards. In Wu Jian's view,

"It's barely usable."

After learning that his bodyguards had been transferred away again, Song Qing deeply felt the malice from the game. The guards assigned to him were not here to protect him, they were clearly here to serve as a reserve team for others.

The sense of security plummeted, Song Qing no longer acted arbitrarily, and calmly approached Zheng Qi to discuss follow-up matters, adding several scenes to the scenery of Hawarizhe City overnight.

"Is there any change in the palace?" Song Qing asked Wu Jian to sit down and personally brought him a cup of tea.

"The ministers have decided to ask the prophet for instructions and start selecting a new king."

"Prophet? Is there such a person in the city?" Song Qing was stunned.

"Yeah." Wu Jian nodded and said nothing more.

The ministers had not sent anyone to find the prophet, and he did not know where he was, what he did, or what he looked like.

Song Qing is in a bad mood again. Why do things always have some unexpected variables? When God chooses a new king, God Hu will definitely not choose it himself, so there is a lot of room for manipulation in the process and results of this God's selection.

, but now that there is an authority called the prophet, there will definitely not be many places where Song Qing can take advantage of.

"After you find the prophet, do you plan to kill him?" Zheng Qi asked, half-sarcastically.

"No, I don't have a suitable excuse at the moment." Song Qing shook his head and spoke calmly.

"Let's first see how this prophet explains the reason for the sudden death of the king." Wu Jian said calmly.

Zheng Qi glanced at him. The implication was that if the explanation given by the prophet was not in line with their expectations, they could kill him?

"General Zheng." Zheng Qi turned to look at Song Qing.

"Please contact me every year and ask her how she is doing now and if anything else happened later."

"You want to ask if the ringing of the bell last night has anything to do with her." Zheng Qi pointed out Song Qing's true intention without any politeness.

"Yeah." Song Qing nodded calmly.

"It's related, it was her who knocked it."

After entering the temple, Niannian and Qi Youfeng realized how strange it was.

Viewed from the outside, this golden bell is framed squarely in the middle by a semi-circular arch. It looks quite big, but it definitely won't be like now. Every year when you get closer, you step your feet and raise your head, it even reaches the top.

Can't even see it.

When they walked through the door and stepped onto the seemingly endless corridor, they knew that this temple might really be a bit magical.

After all, from the outside, this temple definitely does not have a corridor that is more than a kilometer long.

There shouldn't be a big bell that's a hundred meters high.

The corridor is wide open, with candlelight flickering, and mirrors on both sides. The mirrors reflect infinitely, like an endless loop of folded space, where light and darkness are permanently trapped, extending to an infinite end beyond the reach of the eye.

Every time I walked in, I felt dizzy and dizzy.

The vision of the elves is too sensitive to color, so the infinite reflected light is infinite visual information, which instantly impacts the brain and blocks the processor. Her eyes are filled with blurry spots of light.

Nian Nian immediately closed his eyes, his temples were twitching and his nerves were twitching, and in front of his closed eyes was a blur of light.

"Can't you open your eyes?" Qi Youfeng took Nian Nian's hand and asked softly.

This is a place where people don't dare to speak loudly.

"The reflection effect of the mirror is so good, it hurts my eyes." Niannian covered her eyes tightly with her other hand.

"Let me drag you along, I feel fine."

Nian Nian opened one eye, opened a crack with the five fingers covering his eyes, opened a crack again, and immediately closed his eyes again.

It will take time to sort out the color information here, but before that, she will definitely hit a wall, so don't make it difficult for yourself.

Feeling that Nian Nian was holding his hand, Qi Youfeng smiled and pulled Nian Nian towards the big clock step by step.

This walk lasted twenty minutes. I counted my steps every year and peeked through my fingers from time to time. I saw Qi Youfeng with a wary look on his face. He held her hand tightly with his left hand and his right hand tightly.

knife.

This place is so strange, no wonder Brother Feng is nervous. Nian Nian pursed his lips, hid the smile in his eyes, and shook his right hand gently.

The two walked side by side, and Nian Nian finally saw the end of the corridor through his fingers. He rolled his eyes and was caught by Qi Youfeng's gaze.

I cover my eyes every year and even cover half of my face with my palms.

He was pulled by Qi Youfeng for a few more steps, but he didn't hear the prompt to open his eyes. Niannian removed his palm and looked at Qi Youfeng.

"Why didn't you remind me?" Nian Nian turned his head and muttered.

"I thought you didn't want to open your eyes." Qi Youfeng replied jokingly, pulling Niannian to stride closer to the big clock in front of him.

"Is there something wrong with this thing?" Nian Nian's mood fell and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

The Golden Bell is unreachable and wide, no more than three feet above the ground, and its widest point is no more than a palm away from the walls on both sides. It seems to be stuffed into a square box of just the right size. It looks majestic but feels cramped and spacey.

Feelings of self-contradiction.

"This bell may really belong to that God Hu." Qi Youfeng also sighed.

"What?" Nian Nian turned around and said,

"I'll knock it and show it to you."

Qi Youfeng raised his hand into a fist and hit it on the clock. The golden bell did not move an inch, and there was only a dull buzzing sound.

Nian Nian immediately turned around and looked around, not seeing any bells beating.

"Based on the bells we heard in the city before, according to common sense, the swing range after it is struck should not be small, otherwise it will not be able to make a sound that is loud enough to cross the lake, but the spatial pattern here is obviously contrary to the

Common sense." Qi Youfeng continued.

"Looking at the weight of this clock, I'm afraid it's not something ordinary people can strike."

"It is estimated that people near this bell will become deaf sooner or later." Nian Nian touched her ears and felt that this temple must be against her.

"What's next?"

There was no Hu God and no other rooms were seen, so their trip to the temple was in vain.

"Ring the bell!" Nian Nian's eyes were burning as he hit the golden bell.

Since this bell would ring every time Hu Shen appeared, she might as well use this bell to knock out Hu Shen.

Naturally, she is not a god every year, but that doesn’t mean she can’t ring the bell!