Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Whether it is an Eastern dragon or a Western dragon, most people's understanding of the creature "dragon" often cannot escape one impression:

Can fly.

Therefore, once the word "earth walking" is added, the Eastern dragon is basically the same as a reptile centipede, and the Western dragon becomes a heavy and slow lizard.

Naturally, Nian Nian would not have such a stereotype, but he was also surprised by the unusual charging speed of this earth-moving dragon.

She originally wanted to feint and launch, covering the charge route with intensive attacks to gain enough room for movement. However, when her first round of attacks arrived, the Earth Dragon had already jumped out of the intended strike surface and was about to pounce in front of Nian Nian.

Already.

Nian Nian dodged to the side, and when he landed, he took out the "Tornado Arrow". Taking advantage of the dispersed wind, he retreated several meters. Three arrows flew out and hit the soft belly on one side of the dragon.

Qingshan waved the reins on the dragon's back, and the dragon did not slow down. After a sharp turn that obviously violated common sense, the charging speed increased instead of decreasing. The tip of Golden Phoenix's spear almost drew a standard right angle in the air.

With such a large body and such fast speed, it is not affected by inertia? Where did this thing come from?

The first three arrows were all missed, and Nian Nian's fourth arrow hit the tip of Huang Jinfeng's spear. The "Ice Condensation" effect was triggered, and the tip of the spear condensed into a point about half a meter in front of her eyes.

Nian Nian immediately dodged, and there was an unusual feeling of stagnation in the Yue Ling Bow in her hand. She dodged again, and with a glance from the corner of her eye, she saw Qingshan's golden lance piercing through the stagnation. The spear came out like a dragon, and he was captured with electricity.

thunder.

In the stands, Alexander stood up and a ball of parchment in his hand rolled to the ground.

Resist magic?!

"It's not a matter of the mount, it's that this person's martial arts has reached the level of using force to resist demons."

York also stood up, but he was too short, not as tall as Alexander's thighs.

For example, for pure force professions like him and John, the higher the level, the stronger the resistance to magic. But I don't know what level the dragon knight on the field is if converted into a value that players can understand.

"Why didn't I collect this information? Such important information!" Alexander muttered, very unwillingly.

"The time is so short, and you have to sort out those wanted tasks, it is inevitable that there will be some omissions." Sara comforted.

"It may be that he deliberately hid it before and kept a secret." Kraft looked at the other viewers who were also surprised and guessed.

"Now we're in trouble..." The twins looked intently at the two men and the beast in the arena, and they didn't know who muttered.

It's really troublesome.

Every year I dodge this shot again, and I can't help but feel anxious.

There seemed to be a kind of magnetism between her and the earthly dragon, which made all her weird turns and dodges useless. Qingshan's golden lance always followed her.

The longer they delay on the field, the stronger the magnetism; the closer she is to the Earth Dragon, the stronger the magnetism.

As a result, the Earth-walking Dragon's charging speed will become faster and faster, leaving her less and less time to react, and her space for movement will become smaller and smaller.

After dodging Qingshan's charge for the third time, Niannian realized her predicament.

Keep moving forward. Towering green mountains.

The former refers to the attack characteristics of the knight Qingshan. Perhaps it is his excellent riding ability, or perhaps his mount is brave. He will keep charging forward until the golden lance stabs the target's chest steadily.

The latter refers to the sense of oppression brought about by his attack method, which is like a mountain pressing down on the top, suffocating the opponent and making people increasingly desperate.

If Nian Nian chooses to continue to dodge, then she will indeed be sending herself into a situation of suffocation and despair.

Nian Nian stood still in place, his waist and legs tense, and an "ice arrow" flew out from his fingertips and shot towards the charging Qingshan.

Catching that second of stagnation, Nian Nian immediately rushed forward, flicking the bow string with his fingers, and two subtle and pleasant string sounds fell, and were chopped into pieces by the sound of the golden phoenix roaring through the air.

Suddenly there was an exclamation in the stands.

To them, every year is like a moth flying to a flame, bumping into the tip of the lance.

The moment she faced the tip of the gun, the elf girl seemed to panic. Her steps faltered, she fell to the sky and fell to the ground. A line of blood spattered out, and Nian Nian's figure had disappeared.

This time, Huang Huangfeng's delay was obviously unscrupulous.

The tip of the gun stopped at a height of two palms' width from the ground.

The splashed blood droplets finally fell to the ground, blended into the earth, and turned into little white mist.

The Earthly Dragon raised its head high and roared loudly. A large amount of bright red liquid splashed out from its abdomen, forming a pool of blood.

Nian Nian rolled out from under the Earthly Dragon, turned over, stepped on the phoenix claw-shaped bracket connecting the golden phoenix and the Earthly Dragon, and sat astride the Earthly Dragon's back, behind Qingshan.

The cool magic arrow touched Qingshan's bare back. Nian Niang's left eye was closed tightly. A deep blood mark slid down from half of her forehead. The everted flesh gradually tightened and narrowed until it reached the broken jaw.

Judging from the wound, it was a scratch from bottom to top.

When she slipped every year, the tip of Huang Huangfeng's spear was probably not far from her throat.

Qingshan lowered his head and saw a trace of melting ice and snow on the ground, leading directly under Di Xinglong's body.

The golden phoenix's spear tip retracted step by step, and the arrow tip pierced inch by inch, stopping in front of his beating heart.

"I admit defeat, you win." Qingshan's voice remained steady, the hand holding the gun loosened, and the golden phoenix's light disappeared.

"I'm offended." Nian Nian smiled with a smile on his face, feeling like his jaw was about to drop.

Although she had hidden another "Ice Arrow" and arrived later, she did not dare to give Qingshan time to react and let him change the angle and direction of the gun.

Every year, he really exposed his throat to the tip of the spear. He "accidentally" slipped on the thin ice on the ground, turning the injury that pierced his throat into an ordinary skin wound. He also took the opportunity to slip.

Arriving under the Earthly Dragon, there is a blind spot in the green mountain.

Nian Nian crushed the magic arrow in his hand and jumped off Di Xing Long's back. Di Xing Long flicked his tail, Nian Nian quickly jumped away, raised his bow, and immediately approached the location of Qing Shan again.

"Don't worry, I have already given up and will not take action again." Qingshan patted the restless mount, turned over, and was startled when he saw Nian Nian's appearance.

"You'd better not say you saw a ghost."

She drew the bowstring threateningly every year, and now her skin and flesh were torn, and she was probably no different from an evil spirit.

"No," Qingshan shook his head, with a little more sincere respect, lowered his head and said, "You won, congratulations."

Of course he was unwilling to do so. The golden phoenix that could be stretched and shortened was a weapon to deal with such opponents who rushed into him. However, he acted decisively every year. He was also confused by the bloody color at the moment when he seemed to succeed. Before he could react,

, the arrow of every year has hit his back.

It was obvious that he only lost for one second.

But now it seems that I may not have lost unfairly.

He was so ruthless in destroying his appearance, and now he could still be polite to him with a smile on his face. Qingshan suddenly felt a little numb, and he remembered an ancient saying from the far east.

…

In a magnificent reception room above the arena, Dion loosened his clenched fists and saw another woman in oriental attire also put down the tea cup in her hand.

The sound of the white porcelain cup colliding with the tabletop was a little harsh, and the full tea spilled from the rim of the cup, leaving a circle of water stains on the gauze tablecloth.

The woman wore a sword at her waist, and behind her stood a young man in green clothes with water patterns.

The young man still frowned at the two people in the arena below him, with his hands behind his back. Only a slight nervousness could be seen from his standing posture.

Another Asian with a resolute face and a slightly slovenly appearance praised him, looked at Dion, and nodded slightly to him.

“Really wonderful.”

A man sitting in a large armchair put down the glass of wine in his hand, tilted his head gently, and glanced at the arena below.

"It would be a wonderful thing for such a beautiful and charming girl to be more flexible with the rules."

"In that case, on behalf of Cybele, I would like to thank the Duke for his kindness." Dion stood up and thanked the man who called himself the Duke. "Then I will not disturb the Duke and all distinguished guests. I will take my leave."

The Duke lowered his chin, and Dion politely said goodbye to everyone present, his eyes intersecting with those of the Oriental woman.

Walking out of the reception room, Dion gradually slowed down and stopped at a corner.

Ten minutes later, a series of footsteps approached the corner and stopped.

"You know Cy—Nian Nian?"

Dion was not surprised. He looked at the three Easterners standing in front of him and laughed softly.

"Of course," the woman's smile was warm and soft, "the safety buckle she hangs around her neck is my birthday gift to her."

Dion stepped forward and led the three people to the teleportation array from the auction house to the City of Usher, walking easily:

"I seem to know who you are, but I didn't expect you to arrive at the City of Usher so soon."

"After the building docked, there were too many things to do, and there were weird invitations everywhere. I heard that this place is a place with simple folk customs, so we thought we would come here to hide away, but unexpectedly it backfired~"

That young man was Tang Qingli. He let out a long sigh and shook his head.

"Last night..." Dion raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the three of them, "The transaction here will have an unprecedentedly huge turnover. Is it related to you?"

This also explains why during last night’s “Ten Thousand Beasts Fight”, despite having such good luck every year, there was no enthusiastic intervention from the audience at the auction house.

"To be precise, it's not us, it's him alone." Jiang Jinse smiled helplessly.

The slightly slovenly oriental man touched his nose and also smiled bitterly.

"Let me introduce, this is Mu Benzun, who is also the president of a big guild in China." Tang Qingli saw Dieng's confusion and took the initiative to introduce.

"The big guild..." Dion thought for a moment and asked, "We have met those people in Xingtianxia. Are you from Tiangongfang?"

"Ouch? You actually know?" Tang Qingli was surprised.

Dion smiled and said nothing. Back in Chang'an, he was the normal person responsible for inquiring about the Christmas Clown mercenary group, alone.

"Tiangongfang... I remember it was a technological group that focused on invention and creation... The Mo family over there is just like..."

Dion paused, suddenly turned around, and looked at Mu Benzun up and down.

"I see, you are all human."