Elf Archer of Life in Another World

When they stepped on the teleportation circle and actually entered Beitai City, nearly three hundred players up and down the caravan once again burst into cheers. Even the soldiers of the Qilin Army were extremely excited, quietly wiping tears while looking at the white snow-capped mountains in front of them.

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Compared to players with extraordinary powers, these ordinary locals who were born and raised may have deeper feelings about this journey.

Several sword immortals from the Yunji Sword Sect resigned first. Elder Qin from Mingtang was really enthusiastic. He arranged the accommodation for everyone so that everyone could move freely in the city with peace of mind, and then led the Qilin Army to their station in the city.

Already.

Only then did Sui Sui and Song Qing realize that for Zheng Qi and the others, the content of this world mission had not yet been completed, but their journey had ended.

Beitai City is the destination of the Qilin Army.

On the other side of the snow-capped mountains, it is up to the people of Xingtianxia and Songqing to explore by themselves.

This is not surprising. After all, the Qilin Army has an official background. The immortals in China suddenly want to build a city thousands of miles away. The one in the imperial city always sends some people to explore the way to see the situation and show the emperor's favor.

Haodang, also clarify the ownership of this city and this road.

Just looking at Zheng Qi's gloomy face, we knew that their follow-up mission would be even more severe.

Fortunately, the immortals had already shaken their heads and emerged from the mortal world. They generously led Mu Shi and Zheng Qi to understand the layout of the city and the various defenses. They also sent people to integrate with Wu Jian's team who had brought the big defense talisman. After a short rest, they contacted Ye Yuan.

On the way back to Beijing, I reported to the Holy Master what I saw and heard along the way.

Wu Jian very thoughtfully sent someone to inform Song Qing, which reminded him of his status as an envoy. He wrote a thick memorial in a wandering pen, focusing on his description of his stay in Hawarizhe City.

Hard work and reward.

Watching the ten lightly armored cavalrymen leave the city, Song Qing pondered for a moment, shook his head, and with a smile on his face, he planned to go find the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group.

It suddenly occurred to him that even if he climbed over the mountain, his destination was still far away.

Since I am the envoy responsible for establishing diplomatic relations, I should think carefully about which tribe I want to have good relations with, or find a suitable reason to remain neutral in the dispute between the three tribes, or carefully consider the national interests and personal interests.

of priorities.

I still want to have a friendly exchange with my friends in Gaia~ Why is this powerful mercenary group with three complete tribes so cute?

It was Sui Sui who discovered Song Qing's intention in time and found an excuse to temporarily restrict him to the position of vice-president. This way Master Song Qing did not die before his departure.

Nick was in a bad mood.

It was the first time Suiya saw what this person would do when he was in a bad mood.

In any case, it is better to let him kill himself with a knife than to send Song Qing in front of him.

Nick's bad mood stems not only from Nian Nian who fell into the demon's tricks, but also from the twins' extremely tough answer:

"We will not deprive others of their lives, we can only use our lives to ensure that nothing will happen to Cy."

Whether it was Nick's words or the twins' rejection, from what I heard, they all pointed to the world outside the game, and also pointed to some unknown secrets.

Moreover, the "life" mentioned by the twins is definitely not the same thing as Song Qing or his life.

...

"Cy, let's do nothing for now?" Sarah avoided the minced meat and blood on the ground and found Nick squatting under the wall.

The air pressure here was so low that both the Xingtianxia players who had traveled with them and the immortal cultivators in Beitai City consciously stayed away from the corner where these people took a break.

There were a few people peeking curiously at first, but after a while they found that they were a little dizzy and fainted, and they all retreated with pale faces, spreading the fact that "that Nick is crazy" to all parts of the city.

"Why are you here?" Nick's eyes squinted, his gray pupils almost rolled into his upper eyelids, and only a pair of white eyeballs could be seen.

"Here you go." Sara handed over two porcelain bottles, with a green tripod painted on each bottle.

"The girl from Shennong Valley over there looked at you and couldn't bear it. In line with the principle of benevolence as a doctor, she gave you two bottles of good wound medicine."

Nick rolled his eyelids and caught a glimpse of the backs of the two women escaping in a hurry.

"Does a doctor be kind?" Nick sneered, "You are obviously scared to death, but you still have the mood to talk to me?"

"Doctors are kind, and everyone's life counts." Sarah bent down, took Nick's bloody arm, and turned it around, "I can't take it any more. I'll go find Hyde."

Nick grabbed Sara's hand and painted a few blood marks on the tattoo on her wrist: "Some people's lives are more important than others."

"I know," Sarah sighed and repeated, "I know, you are not angry about Cy, nor are you angry that the twins rejected you, you are just angry that you did not notice her strangeness at the first time, so that

Dion was in danger and made the twins make that promise."

So he felt ashamed to face his fellow members and ran here alone to perform self-dissection.

Nick was silent for a while, then let go of Sara's wrist: "She didn't even come to see me."

The topic was changed so abruptly that Sarah actually felt a little aggrieved, so she had to suppress a smile: "This is not Cy's nature, and she should have been used to it long ago."

Nick stood up and shook away the blood drops and pieces of flesh on his arms, and the dark blue bracelets jingled against the bones.

Sarah turned around, leaving Nick some room to manage his facial expressions.

"I've been thinking about it just now." Nick's voice sounded, returning to his usual indifference.

"Since those demons can affect people's emotions, which part of Cy's personality is amplified?"

Sara's eyebrows suddenly knitted together. She really didn't think of this problem.

"Now that I think about it, it may be selfishness, or a lack of empathy." Nick stepped forward. His group members had already turned out of the intersection not far away, and were looking at him and smiling stupidly.

"So it's just such a little change, it's logical, it's humane, it's so inconspicuous, it's so distinct."

"Aren't you going to intervene?" Sara followed his footsteps and quietly gestured "ok" to the others behind him.

"Let's figure things out first, and then decide whether to intervene," Nick turned to look at her, "I hope she can learn something from this experience, for example,"

"She just needs to think about herself in everything."

The twins met Nick and treated his arm. In the soft white light, Nick's voice became more tender: "As for other people, just think more about yourself."

...

Although he was under surveillance, Simil was treated well.

Chunyangzi, who loves alchemy, volunteered to take over the surveillance task and took Simil back to his newly built alchemy room in Beitai City.

Simil looked at the big cauldron in the center of the alchemy room, and then at the cinnabar, lead, water, and five-color wood and stone everywhere, and began to urgently mobilize the alchemy knowledge in the database in order to establish a battle to pursue the common truth with Chunyangzi as soon as possible.

friendship.

Regardless of whether it is understanding or using plug-ins, Simil is much better than the scumbag Nian Nian who is half-assed.

"You are not an ordinary alchemist, right?"

Simil smiled and erased the alchemy formula from his mind: "Of course not, ordinary alchemists can't do this."

Chunyangzi calmly watched Simil melt and condense, and nodded slightly: "Refining an elixir is like refining it. It wraps up the four images to take shape. It transforms itself according to the universe. In the end, it has to support itself."

"All things originate from one, and we all want to return ourselves to the original state of all things." Simil agreed very much.

"Well, you're not bad." Chunyangzi touched his chin and glanced at Simiel's bone staff, "I heard that some alchemists in the West only want to refine others into the truth. You are not brave enough to refine yourself.

This is considered a great treachery and evil."

Simil was slightly embarrassed. He thought that this Chunyangzi didn't know much about Western alchemy, but now it seems that he just sees through it without revealing it.

"Don't worry, I'm not nosy." Chunyangzi said lazily, "Just pay attention to yourself and post this."

"This is..." Simir took the paper talisman that Chunyangzi picked with his fingers.

"As long as you don't leave Beitai City, I can always know where you are, what you did, what you said, and who you met."

"And once you leave Beitai City, you will be immediately struck by five thunders, and your body and soul will be destroyed."

"Well, good stuff." Simil rolled up his sleeves and put the talisman on his arm.

This straightforward manner made Chunyangzi's eyes look more approving and less suspicious.

"Okay, okay, go find a place to stay by yourself!" Chunyangzi began to drive people away.

Simil was about to say goodbye when two fingers suddenly appeared beside him and grabbed his cuffs tightly. He looked up along the two twisted fingers. Chunyangzi's eyes dodged and she blushed a little: "Well, you

That drop of mercury..."

Generously leaving behind a pile of metal minerals of astonishing purity, Simil dusted off his robe and walked cheerfully onto the somewhat depressed streets of Beitai City.

The skin on the arm with the talisman paper was a little itchy. Simil turned his wrist and the discomfort disappeared immediately.

This kind of thing does not pose a threat at all.

After roughly sensing the direction, Simil embarked on the road to find Nian Nian.

However, the road ahead is always unpredictable.

Simil sighed, looked at the seven Gaia fellows surrounding him, thought for a while, and walked to Nick who was smiling: "I know what you want to ask, but I have a condition."

...

There has just been a heavy rain in the real world.

Albert sat in a bright cafe, the lazy acoustic guitar slowly flowed old songs, and followed the rainbow outside the window and disappeared into the blue sea.

The black coffee was a bit bitter, but Albert was in a very high mood.

He is waiting for someone very important.

With the clear goal of Shi Sui, the source of the data called Nian Nian is indeed much easier to check. Coupled with the special status of Shi Sui's father, there is already enough detailed information in Frankenstein's database.

It turns out that they are the descendants of genetically modified people. No wonder they are caught by such strange diseases and sent back here in order to extend their lives.

Albert sighed slightly, he couldn't blame Nian Nian for his reason for existence.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to live.

However, even without such a strange disease, the life span of those genetically modified people would not be too long, especially their descendants.

In this way, it is not too difficult to understand that the parents who are helpless send their daughter who has a short lifespan back to country H and copy her daughter's personality traits for comfort.

The only strange thing is that this prototype that has been around for years actually spent the rest of its life in the mechanized transformation experimental project team, and was sent to the virtual world there.

Mechanized transformation... Albert thought about this technology. Could it be that Mianmian's parents had tried to replace her with a mechanical body?

The two projects of mechanized transformation and mind uploading have always been closely related. After all, the stripped free will can not only survive in the data world, but can also be reverse-loaded into any machine and return to the real world again.

Just because mechanical technology and artificial intelligence are developing too fast, human thinking ability is not enough to surpass the power of science for the time being. The actual efficiency of allowing living people to control precision machinery is extremely low. This kind of mechanized transformation is mostly used in medical prostheses.

and biochemical soldiers.

But for Mianmian's condition, which is similar to that of a vegetative state, a mechanical body is much better than a fleshy skin bag with no senses.

Albert felt that he had solved the mystery.

As long as a few small questions are answered, the problems caused by this data body will come to an end.

Albert swallowed a large gulp of black coffee.

Many protection measures for the underlying data of the game world have also been prepared, and we are just waiting for the time when they are finally activated.

A strange man hurriedly walked into the coffee shop. Albert immediately stood up, smiled and went to shake hands with him.

This was an old member of the mechanization transformation project team. His more than ten years of work experience was enough for Albert to firmly believe that he must know about the Mian Mian thing and the Pascal thing.

The last piece of the puzzle was finally found.