Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Underground sewer.

Nick, who seemed to be going to help Simil, disappeared after a few steps. The next moment, he appeared in front of the copper door that they had ignored for a long time. He turned his back to everyone, folding his arms and looking up and down.

"Damn level seventy." Hyde muttered.

The three monks who had just raised their guard also looked surprised, and immediately changed the direction of the attack. Simiel took the opportunity to remove the mercury defense, but was just pushed away by the rushing Mrs. Morgan, and the other hanging on the big rat.

They all fell together next to Nick, and were gently supported by the breeze when they landed.

The cyan sword rain fell, and Simil, who was unable to react, was pulled over by John and the twins and placed directly in front of the group of people. His arms were also put into a very ceremonial posture. Simil lifted him up dizzily.

He took out the bone staff in his right hand, and the mercury dripped, flowed, and expanded, spreading out a transparent silver sky above everyone's heads, and the sword light penetrated, like thousands of twinkling stars.

"It's not set to automatic defense. You're quite honest!" The twins patted Simil's shoulders and raised their hands to make a cross on their chests.

Simil turned around, holding the bone staff, and for a moment he wanted to use it as a baseball bat.

"Hurry up and open the door, don't waste time, let's make a quick decision." Nick was a little impatient. Simiel took a deep breath. When he passed by Mrs. Morgan, he paused in his steps and looked away, feeling relieved.

Qi Youfeng was actually tied to the rat's tail and brought here without saying a word, as if he had been knocked unconscious or unconscious.

Walking to the bronze door, Simil stood the bone staff in front of him and chanted a few strange syllables. The two clenched fist bones at the head of the bone staff twisted slightly, and a slender finger stretched out, an awl-like finger.

The tip was drawn along the thin seam between the two copper doors.

The bronze door suddenly opened without any sound. Simil heard someone whispering regretting that the extended finger was not the middle finger. He was speechless for a moment and did not bother to greet the lunatics behind him, so he took the lead in stepping into the bronze door.

When all the members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group, including humans and mice, walked through the door, Simil stood still and looked back. A drop of mercury popped out of the crack in the door that was about to close, flew into his hand, and turned into a small silver star.

ball.

Darkness fell in an instant, and light came in another instant. Like the sun rising and the moon setting, a layer of black fog rolled on the ground, converging into two floating spheres above the head: the golden sun and the silver moon.

On the sky-like vault, two semicircles, one large and one small, are spliced ​​together. In the center is a concentric circle with a total of seven layers. Each layer is filled with various symbols and riddles.

The riddle seemed to be written in some ancient writing. People present surprisingly found that they could understand some of it, but before the meaning of these words became clear in their minds, the letters were rearranged and combined into new ones.

puzzle.

The vault is covered with layers of circles. The center point seems to be infinitely far away, and the surrounding points seem to be infinitely wide. The vault closes downwards, and various pictures with unclear meanings but full of metaphors are painted on the four walls:

The lion and the phoenix, the stag and the eagle, the two-headed man, the three-headed dragon, the lizard with a tail, the dismembered man restored in the pot, the king drowned in the river, three doves in red, white and black colors on a thin neck

Fighting in the broad-bellied retort, children playing, women washing clothes and red people illuminated by the red sun.

The patterns gather at the feet, lifted up by the branches and leaves of a lush tree. The crown is at the feet, the trunk is around, but the roots are in the sky. In the center of the crown is a shining golden crown.

Such complicated patterns, such colorful colors, in the end, what everyone sees is nothing more than the four colors of black, white, yellow and red. The key to harmonizing and highlighting these four colors seems to be the sun and the moon on one side.

, looking down at Wang Mian’s mirror.

And one obvious thing is that there is no passage here.

Dion went to check Qi Youfeng's condition again, confirmed the man's dizzy state again, and then studied these paintings full of alchemy with great interest.

"you......"

Simil couldn't help but be surprised. Looking at the Christmas clown leisurely bathing in the light of the sun and moon on the dome, the draft of his defense that he had prepared for a long time was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

"Let's just get to the point and what to do next." Nick walked straight to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and straightened his hair.

"Just go through the mirror." Simil replied dryly, without the calmness of the owner of this place.

"That's okay, I thought they were going to put us in a coffin." Nick turned around, and everyone in the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group had gathered in front of him.

"Just to check for the last time, have you changed your mind?" Nick asked in a routine manner, and received a neat "no" as if he was just taking advantage of the situation.

Nick stood still, and the members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group, headed by him, were scattered around him, like satellites revolving around the sun in different orbits.

The sun saw the wandering dirty snowball and nodded to it magnanimously.

"Master Priest, please begin."

...

There is a term in alchemy called ritual death, which is also a necessary step in setting up to join the Temple of the True God.

Earlier in Beitai City, Nick was the first person to discover that she was missing every year, and he was also the fastest person to guess her whereabouts.

Kraft had once heard Nian Nian tell a story and introduced the existence of the underground sewer and the copper door. Now that he connected the two doors with Nian Nian's situation, Nick discovered the mystery of the two doors.

Everyone, including himself every year, firmly believes that the tightly guarded copper gate in Beitai City is the key, but since there are two choices, the possibilities will increase accordingly.

After Nick led people to find Simil, Simil frankly explained the method of entering the Four Seasons Valley to find Nian Nian - entering through another door, and the members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group tacitly reached an agreement in private.

consensus.

Regardless of whether this is an additional condition or a necessary step, they are interested enough in this camp that seems to be more inclined to darkness, so they don't mind participating in a weird religious ceremony-like activity deep in the snowy mountains.

Mrs. Morgan was lying on the ground, scratching the pigeon painted on the wall with her paws. Her bean-sized eyes were glistening, and she suddenly hunched over and walked around the wall, trying to catch the jumping pigeon.

Jumping pigeon.

Qi Youfeng was thrown to the ground by it. When he woke up from the foggy daze, he saw a scene that was both sacred and strange:

With the sun and moon in the sky, someone solemnly whispered. His outer robe was dyed with a layer of dark blue mixed with purple-red, and the bone staff in his hand seemed to be plated with a layer of gold. A ray of golden light reflected an upright six-pointed star in the air, with a

Hidden are two inverted overlapping triangles, one black and one white.

People of different heights were lining up and moving forward. Qi Youfeng could not see their faces, but could only see their clear minds from their calm steps and demeanor.

What they were lining up to pass through was a mirror, a mirror that was extremely bright but reflected no image.

Standing in front of the mirror, these people are black; walking into the mirror, these people are white; when they disappear from the mirror, these people seem to turn into red shadows, and red mist rises from behind the mirror and flies to

Between the sun and the moon above your head.

Qi Youfeng lowered his head and closed his eyes for a while. He checked the friend list from the system interface and confirmed that he was only in the game world and not in some kind of dream world.

When the last tall elf disappeared at the other end of the mirror, Qi Youfeng finally stood up, feeling confused and surprised by what he saw in front of him, dissatisfied and angry with the treatment he received, and so much anxiety.

and worries, all of which were caught in the sight of Simil, who was observing him silently.

"Is this in the door? Where's the passage? Where's Nian Nian? Is that the passage?" Qi Youfeng looked around and walked quickly towards the mirror, but only bumped into the ice-like mirror surface.

"It's not exactly a passage, but since this altar has been activated, the other one should have turned into an ordinary grotto. We can see it when we get out." Simir said, pointing upward to the top of his head.

Because the altar in the Valley of the Four Seasons was protected, it could not be completely sealed by any barrier. The other door that had degenerated into a grotto became a hole at the bottom of the barrier, which could be entered and exited at will.

Qi Youfeng immediately turned around and left.

"The exit is on the other side." Simil reminded kindly, pointing to the mirror.

"Let me pass." Qi Youfeng requested without hesitation.

"It's not just a matter of walking over." Simil explained patiently, but was interrupted after a few words.

"No matter what, let me pass!" Qi Youfeng ran out of patience and held the handle of the knife.

"...Okay, it's a good thing for you anyway, but I don't care about after-sales service." Simil stopped talking and asked Qi Youfeng to stand still, shaking out fine sand from his sleeves and drawing on his feet

Alchemy circle.

"Based on my experience, what you did when you broke out of the city was probably a bit serious, and there is a high chance that you will be expelled from the division."

"Well," Qi Youfeng sighed, a little annoyed, "I have to worry about her again."

"Do you really love her so much?" Simil asked curiously, raising his head to observe his expression carefully.

"It has nothing to do with you." Qi Youfeng calmed down and looked at Simil coldly.

Simil was not angry and continued the previous topic: "Since players can choose and worship the master, they can naturally be expelled or even betray the master. This is a reasonable development under the rules of the game."

"Losing the blessing of the master will naturally be a little more difficult, but there are other possibilities."

"Such as being surrendered by your True God Temple?" Qi Youfeng also roughly sorted out his thoughts at this time and said sarcastically.

"It's better than being stuck in a level, being chased by the master, and being in panic all day long, right?" Simil added, "You can't always be protected year after year, although I think she won't mind."

Qi Youfeng said no more, the rejection and resistance around him dissipated, and the tight muscles relaxed.

However, he was still unwilling to be led by Simil.

"How miserable is your camp? Why do you want to deceive players one by one to join them?" Qi Youfeng said lightly.

"Not just anyone has the honor of being plotted by me personally." Simil flicked his sleeves and the magic circle was drawn.

"Get ready to go in, and then you can reunite with your little lover."

After the words fell, both of them felt unsteady on their feet. The sun and moon hanging on the dome were knocked by something, and the mirror in front of them also began to tremble, with the mirror surface rippling like water.

The two of them looked at the mirror at the same time.

To be precise, it's the other side of the mirror.