Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Seeing Nian Nian and Simil flying down from a distance, everyone on the deck also paused their conversations. Their eyes followed the two men's whereabouts, catching a trace of helplessness on Nian Nian's face.

"What? Negotiations failed?" Young Master Yan asked quickly.

"That's not true. It triggers a mission, which is a bit troublesome." After Nian Nian finished speaking, he slapped Simir on the back of the head hard, "It's all my fault for this guy. He knew the inside story but didn't tell it. He had to trigger the wrong answer before he said it.

, deserves a beating!”

"Hey, hey, I'm afraid that if you say too much, you'll make mistakes. I'm trying to help you." Simil hid in a hurry. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have grown taller every year, and he didn't have to stand on tiptoes when hitting him.

Already.

Qi Youfeng rubbed Nian Nian's hand and said with a smile: "It's common for this guy to need a beating. We are all willing to do it for him. Don't use your own hands."

Simil shrank his neck and consciously retreated three meters away from Nian Nian to avoid being cut into pieces by Qi Youfeng's blade.

"Let's talk about business first," Niannian glanced at the people present, nodded to Niannian, Sanchishui and Songqing, and explained, "The leader of the Dragon Clan asked each of us to offer something that we consider the most precious. As long as one person can

If the miracle is triggered, everyone will pass."

"A miracle?" Young Master Yan was puzzled.

Shi Sui and Song Qing communicated in a low voice. San Chi Shui looked at the distance between the two and Nian Nian and was at a loss. He raised his voice:

"Is it enough to make this old dragon happy? Is it considered a miracle?"

Nian Nian shook his head: "Listen to me carefully."

She repeated the story and mission requirements told by the leader of the Dragon Clan verbatim. Everyone was still thinking after listening, and Sanchishui had another opinion:

"This God of Creation is obviously your god from the west. We immortal cultivators from China are not under his control, right? Is it useful to give a gift?"

"That's what I said, but after all, we have entered the Dragon Clan's territory now, I'm afraid we have no choice." Shi Sui sighed softly and turned his eyes somewhere.

Looking around every year, they found that the entrance to the waterway where they came had been blocked by huge rocks.

"And this road can't be used just once. It is naturally the best choice to pass the dragon clan's mission in a friendly manner." Young Master Yan looked at the quiet dragons around him and met their curious but not bloodthirsty eyes.

"They seem to be very reasonable. They probably won't deliberately make things difficult for us. Let's just think about what gifts we want to give."

"The most precious thing," Sanchi Shui touched his Longzi Sword with a look of reluctance, "I don't want to give it away, can you exchange it for something less valuable?"

"You can try, as long as at least one person passes the test." Nian Nian shrugged.

"Go back to our ship and inform everyone of the mission requirements. Let them all think about what they have on them that can be used as gifts. I will use guild resources to compensate for it afterwards." Shi Sui interrupted Sanchi Shui's sigh and ordered.

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"Can we imitate that legendary story?" Young Master Yan had a sudden idea and turned his attention to the Christmas clown mercenary group who lacked interest.

It just so happens that there are players from three races in their mercenary group.

"Then why don't you give birth to a son?" York answered with a smile, and the others didn't even look at him.

Nian Nian and Qi Youfeng hid aside to talk again. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him anymore, Young Master Yan had no choice but to retreat obediently, and went back with Sister Wu, who had not participated in the discussion, to inform the others.

"What do you mean by this miracle?" Young Master Yan couldn't help but chatter to Sister Wu, "Is this like a lottery or a lottery with correct answers?"

"Let God be happy or unhappy," Sister Wu said calmly, "If no one succeeds, you can dismantle the top. If you are struck to death by lightning, it will be considered a miracle."

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It didn't take long for the players on the two ships to plan the gifts, but they were in trouble when they saw this towering mountain.

I went to be a carrier pigeon again every year, and when I came back, I brought five giant dragons, allowing the players to step on the dragon's back and fly to the top of the mountain with her.

Although there are no guardrails and saddle ropes, this rare experience of flying on a dragon also made many players shout with excitement, saying that the trip was well worth it.

At the top of the peak, the dragons unloaded their passengers and immediately bowed to the clan leader and left quickly. It seemed that this was some kind of majestic and sacred place that could not be offended, which made the players who originally wanted to pat the dragon head cover secretly say it was a pity.

Tesgeltai, who was waiting at the top of the mountain, raised his eyes slightly and did not care about the noisy players. His eyes fell on the Christmas clown mercenary group who were all saluting, and he nodded politely.

"Just put your gifts in the spar ring. Even if the God of Creation has long since fallen asleep, if you are sincere, he will still protect you."

The rumbling voice of Tesgeltai sounded, and the peak fell silent for a moment. The leaders of several forces also took the opportunity to gather together and ask everyone to prepare gifts.

The aging dragon was lying in the spar ring, which meant that the players had to step closer to the giant creature whose breathing was full of heat waves. For a while, no one dared to be the first to do so.

It's time to walk out.

Sanchi Shui immediately followed him in two steps, closely guarding him towards the giant dragon.

Shi Sui took out a pottery Xun from his sleeve. It looked like it was newly made. He turned around and looked at Nian Nian from a distance before placing the pottery Xun on the ground.

Sanchi Shui took out another sword, struggled with his left and right hands for a while, and finally put down the Yunji sword in his left hand, gently rubbed the hilt, stood up, and accompanied the team back to Xingtianxia.

"I thought he could trigger miracles." Qi Youfeng said softly, hugging Nian Nian.

"What they gave was not the most precious thing, but something they could not make up their minds to part with." Nian Nian replied, yawning out of boredom.

Following the example of the president, players from Xingtianxia came forward to give gifts one after another. Players from Qiulongzhai and Fengyacun were not far behind, but they all returned disappointed.

The weapons, books, jewelry, clothing, etc. they put down, all of which were luxurious or dazzling, failed to trigger any strange phenomena. Even the old dragon gradually stopped shutting up and started snoring with his eyes closed.

Some people thought about what Tesgeltai had just said, gritting their teeth and feeling sorry for their stupid selves.

After Young Master Yan left a satin fan and Sister Wu left an old red whisk, Song Qing and his NPC guards, the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group and Qi Youfeng were left without gifts.

Song Qing lowered his head and said nothing. The members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group acted as if the old gods were there and had no intention of moving.

"Do you have any gifts?" After a moment, Tesgeltai also urged.

"No," Nick swayed lazily, "How can we be willing to give away the most precious thing? We don't have any gifts."

Tesgertai nodded and looked at Qi Youfeng.

Qi Youfeng hugged Nian Nian tightly and said with a smile, "I can't bear to leave either. I'm sorry."

"What about you?" Tesgeltai continued to ask without moving his eyes.

The young man patted the back of Qi Youfeng's hand, strolled up to the aging dragon, and pointed at himself:

"How about this tribute?"

"Yourself?" Tesgeltai raised his head, looking down at Nian Nian with a pair of golden eyes, and the look in his eyes was not as old as his voice.

"Yes, I thought about it. In my opinion, the most precious thing in the world is myself." Nian Nian said with a smile.

"Your own...what?"

"Freedom." Nian Nian replied decisively.

Tesgeltai's pupils shrank and asked: "What is freedom?"

“If you go to the sky and enter the water, there is nowhere you can go.”

"Do you know the price of freedom?"

"Trapped in a small space, there is no way to escape from generation to generation." Niannian sighed.

She thought that this was the reason why the dragons guarded this place, not out of their own free will, but as a mockery of their wings.

This God of Creation is indeed a psychopath.

Tesgeltai spread his wings and looked up to the sky, howling loudly. His roar of indignation was like thunder, and the distant mountain peaks collapsed with the sound, and layers of white snow rolled down to the foot of the mountain.

"Unfortunately, even if I answer your question correctly, I can't help you with anything." Nian Nian covered his ears, and a warm liquid flowed through his palms.

"At least you know the truth, and you can let everyone know the truth." Tesgeltai stood upright, lowered his head, and looked at each other in parallel with Nian Nian.

"With all due respect, in terms of reputation, it is better for you to ask for protection than to be punished and imprisoned." Nian Nian was very sincere and wiped the blood from his heart on his clothes.

"No, we dragons can't ask for protection on our own. This is an insult to us." Tesgeltai got closer and closer, and Nian Nian felt that he was about to be scorched by its breath.

"I understand," Niannian said quickly, "I understand, what you value most has never changed."

Taisgeltai put away his pressure, lay down on the ground again, and said slowly: "In this case, we must do what we promised."

She is at a loss for words every year. What did she promise? Clear the name of the dragon clan? Expose the shameless behavior of the God of Creation? What does she say? The God of Creation is the supreme god of the human race. She has no intention of experiencing prison life again.

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"In that case, can we leave?" Nian Nian said with a simple and honest look of "I'll do the work, don't worry", with a genuine smile.

"You're here, why don't you leave some greeting gifts before you leave?" Tesgertai said kindly as he glanced at the empty-handed Christmas clown mercenary group.

...So these things are really given to it.

Nian Nian had no choice but to leave behind a handful of juicy grapes, and walked back to Nick and others with Tesgeltai's kind eyes.

Nick and others directly pushed Kraft out. The dwarf turned his head three times and walked to Tesgeltai's feet. He counted out ten things and put them down - Qi Youfeng also let him out.

Kraft's face was full of distress, and without looking back, he jogged all the way back and hid behind the twins, lowering his head to smoke. Looking at his behavior every year, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

Those ten things are simply ten parts. Craft made them by temporarily dismantling a model. Why should he be worried? He has hundreds of such models!

Tesgeltai stretched out his paws and fiddled with the intricately crafted metal blocks. Maybe he didn't see their prototypes, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Maybe he thinks these things are suitable for relieving boredom?" I heard Yorke biting his ears with Dion every year.

After accepting Kraft's gift, Old Long beckoned to Song Qing and the others in low spirits, seemingly not expecting much from these plainly dressed people.

The fifteen guards tremblingly stepped forward, leaving amulets, copper coins, red ropes and other items on the ground, and then fled back to the place where the crowd gathered.

Song Qing stood there quietly, watching the performance of his subordinates, and listening to the laughter of other players. He did not identify which family the laughter came from, but just turned his head and looked at Nian Nian.

She noticed his gaze every year, smiled kindly, and nodded to him, indicating that there was no danger ahead and told him not to be afraid.

Song Qing's eyes became even more stern, he turned his head suddenly, straightened his clothes, took square steps, and calmly approached the aging dragon.

The laughter suddenly stopped, everyone saw what Song Qing was holding on his chest with both hands, and finally noticed his clothes.

When he placed the official uniform and the seal in his hand in the ring surrounded by colorful crystal stones, the dangerous peak where the god slept suddenly shone brightly!