Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Nian Ni was pulled back to Nick by the twins for unknown reasons, and was pulled away by York who jumped off his mount to wash Mrs. Morgan's fur. Sarah kindly sponsored a shower for the big mouse.

The enemies had been wiped out. Nick whistled and tilted his head at the twins: "The shower head over there needs to be charged."

The skills displayed by Sara were very eye-catching, but correspondingly very flashy. Nick estimated that her water level had dropped seriously and she was basically on the verge of drying up.

Jekyll scratched his head in embarrassment: "I don't have any more power either."

Nick frowned, glanced at the "quails" under the yew tree, and confirmed: "Just half an arm and a sword wound?"

Jekyll nodded. Hyde remained silent.

"How come you had so much power when you cut off half of my body before?" Nick raised his eyebrows.

"It's not us, it's him." Jekyll corrected seriously, and Nick twisted his lips to correct his wording.

"The accuracy is different," Hyde spread his hands and pointed at himself with his staff, "What I'm doing is macro modeling. That guy almost replaced all the cells in the unlucky guy's body just now."

"It's not really changed." Nick waved his hand nonchalantly. The game can only affect the nervous system and psychological state of living people, but it will not really have a physiological impact.

"This...this," Jekyll lowered his head deeply, "is actually a kind of cell signal. For example, hormones can be stimulated by neuron information..."

Nick was speechless for half a second and gave Jekyll a thumbs up: "It is forbidden to use this kind of operation on internal members in the future."

"It was only today that I discovered that it can be so precise..."

Jekyll is usually relatively calm, and he uses his skills in a disciplined manner when healing their injuries. It was a rare opportunity for him to show off his skills today, and he got into big trouble.

I hope that the player named Sanchishui is well...restpeace...

"The more complicated the operation, the more mana is consumed. It's better to use less of your medical knowledge that has nowhere to go." Nick waved his hand, and a stream of hot air blew through the wet Mrs. Morgan, drying its fur.

Every year, she hugged Mrs. Morgan, who was clean and fragrant, and came to Nick in a playful manner.

"Eh? Hyde and Jekyll are offline?" Nian Nian looked at the twins standing there, raised his hand and waved it in front of their eyes.

"Yeah." Nick looked away, glanced at the "statue" on the left, and nodded.

He glanced again, paused somewhere for a moment, and then returned to Nian Nian's face. His tired eyes once again condensed with a light.

"Pah, pah, pah." Nick clapped slowly, turned to face the players in the world, and bowed gracefully, like a conductor who had just finished a symphony performance.

Nick straightened up and waved his right hand. John, Sarah and York were already standing in sequence. He waved his left hand again and the twins, Kraft and Dion also appeared beside him.

Nian Nian jumped off Mrs. Morgan's back and was gently pushed to the side where Dion was standing by Sarah, who was blocked behind him.

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, please allow me to ceremoniously introduce to you," Nick opened his arms wide, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled to reveal his white teeth, "your cutest, Christmas clown mercenary group!"

"First, first place!" Nick snapped his fingers, and John was gently swept up by a small whirlwind and floated half a step forward.

"Paladin John, level 67, specializes in killing people and chanting sutras."

John put down his silver visor, revealing only a pair of reddish-brown eyes, quietly looking at the leader who had added special skills to himself without permission.

"Second place! Third place!"

The bodies of the twins left behind after they went offline also floated up, like human-shaped balloons.

"Hyde and Jekyll, both are level 66 holy mages of the light system. Their specialty is healing illnesses and rescuing people." Nick grinned. The audience from Xingtianxia instantly questioned the specialty of the last member of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group.

"Saraswati! A level 69 water holy mage! Friends who like tattoos can find her!"

Before Nick could make a move, Sara had already taken a step forward. Under the dim moonlight, the tattoos on Sara's body were not obvious, but this did not prevent everyone from noticing her bald head, two exaggerated round earrings and the long hair on her neck.

Butterfly pattern full of white eyes.

"Craft, a level 65 dwarf forging master, is good at modifying various weapons, but what he is best at," Kraft rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs in cooperation, revealing his metal calves and arms, "is modifying the human body. There is a demand for it.

My friends can come for an interview.”

Nick raised a finger and paused for a moment: "Ah, I need to remind you that Kraft's temper is not very good. Anyone who offends him may have certain parts cut off for experiments. I hope everyone, before looking for him,

First determine which parts of the body you don’t want, and then make a bed reservation with the twins.”

"Finally, welcome our clown, York!!"

Nick cheered loudly. York took off the green hat on his head and bowed, holding the striped suspenders outside his yellow shirt with both hands, and his big leather boots slapped the ground. He danced on the spot.

"York, dwarf knight, level 67, specializes in making people laugh!"

As if he was frightened by Nick's words, York slipped and fell to the ground. His expression was horrified, but also a little proud, exaggerated and funny.

The players in Xingtianxia burst into laughter, and York performed even harder, as if there was a layer of ice on the ground. He tried to get up several times, but finally fell to the ground helplessly in various postures.

Nick let York perform, turned around lazily, and looked at Dion, whom he had deliberately ignored. The staff in Dion's hand had long been withdrawn, replaced by an olive leaf.

Dion walked into the world under the moonlight. After three steps, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Everyone held their breath unconsciously, as if they were seeing a god from an ancient epic. His naked upper body was as dazzling as marble, and as holy and indestructible as moonlight.

But he also has a pair of coquettish, delicate pointed ears and lingering eyes, which give people a desire to destroy and defile deep in their hearts, and they can't help but imagine the scene of having gods kneeling at their feet.

York had quietly retreated, and Nick curled his lips in disapproval.

"Dion, I am an Elf mage. My level is not worth mentioning. I just want to make friends with you." Dion looked at the female players with dull eyes and smiled softly, making them blush even more.

Face.

I am amazed every year. With people like Dion here, it is not a misunderstanding that other people think that the elves have charm skills.

"This is our leader, Nicholas." Dion turned around slightly and made way for Nick, "Wind Saint Mage, level 70."

Even though they were mentally prepared, after hearing this exact level number, the players in Xingtianxia were still aroused with a burst of exclamations and discussions.

Dion's gaze passed through the crowd and collided with a male player wearing a Confucian robe.

Shi Sui stood under the yew tree, surrounded by Sanchi Shui, who had already gone offline, and Zheng Qi, who had been pulled over by him.

When they came from the Qilin Army in the rear, the battle was over, and the Westerners had already started chatting and resting on their own.

Although I couldn't witness the battle of these people with my own eyes, the blizzard that gathered before and the big tree in front of me all proved the strength of this mercenary group, and the fragmented NPC corpses that had not been refreshed even more clearly showed that

their violence.

Zheng Qi and the other three consciously stood behind Shi Sui as the audience, enjoying the curtain call introduction of "The Clowns" with others.

Qi Youfeng was sent off by their somewhat heroic looks. He walked through the ranks of Xingtianxia and found Nian Nian. Before he had time to speak, his eyes were pulled away by Dion who appeared on the stage, and he was pinned to the spot by the scrutinizing eyes of others.

No.

Feeling the obvious rejection, Qi Youfeng did not approach these people anymore, and nodded slightly to Nian Nian and stepped aside.

The curtain call is not over yet, and the most important character has not yet appeared.

As if the crowd in between had turned into air, Dion looked directly into Nian Nian's eyes, held Nian Nian's hand, and let her stand in the center of the Christmas clown mercenary team.

"Finally, let me introduce our cutest member and the founder of our mercenary group, the elf archer, Cybele."

…

Real world, country h.

Albert took off his boxing gloves, and the virtual enemy in front of him disappeared instantly. The clothes made of smart memory fabrics absorb sweat and dry quickly. The robot on standby delivered functional drinks and snacks. The somatosensory treadmill under his feet transformed into a recliner, providing a relaxing place for Albert.

Special muscle massage.

After sweating, Albert was in a very happy mood. He turned up the projection screen and played an ancient game over and over again.

This kind of game that doesn't require thinking is really suitable for him now.

"Ding dong!"

There were still three final steps to go in this game, and an email notification popped up at the top of the screen.

Albert swiped casually, and his finger stopped in mid-air, letting the game's countdown hourglass spin faster and faster.

Title: Some suggestions for protecting the underlying data world and computing resources

Sender: Your most loyal player Robert Louis Stevenson

"game over!"

A bead of sweat broke out on Albert's forehead, illuminated by the red light indicating the end of the game, like a drop of blood.

Who was the person who was discovered? Is it Simil???