Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Jaceus Forest, near the Morrigan Tribe.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes and worked here for two or three years, Miner would never have imagined that there was such a wealthy place in the world.

After sweeping away the thick fallen leaves and digging a few times with bare hands, bright magic crystals bloomed in clusters in front of their eyes, adding countless colorful colors to this dark tall forest.

Unfortunately, this is the territory of the elves. It is very difficult for their boss to secretly send nearly a hundred people into the hinterland of the Jesses Forest, let alone allow them to dig and mine with great fanfare.

Among these nearly a hundred people, there was a hybrid of human race and dwarf race. With the unique induction inherited from his mother, he found the best mining point of the purple gold mine - the magic crystal associated mine - and mapped out the location of the mine. The others followed suit.

They reluctantly put the fallen leaves back on the magic crystals, and thus began their career as miners.

Miller is just an ordinary warrior, coming from the countryside of a small territory. His father is a blacksmith, and his mother is just an ordinary farmer's daughter.

Miller has liked to listen to stories about knights and princesses since he was a child. He secretly fantasized that one day, when an evil monster appeared in the nearby forest, he could use the armor and sword he secretly made to defend the village and win the castle.

The lord favored the frail and beautiful noble lady to marry him.

He did win the favor of the lord, not because of his martial arts and courage, but because he had a beautiful sister who had just turned thirteen that year.

Miller became the coachman of the noble lady, and his sister became the cook of the castle. One night, when he was ordered to deliver a cup of black tea to the lord's bedroom, it turned into a piece of pure white dress falling from the tower.

Miller rode the horse in the carriage of the noble lady, holding the fluttering dress that gradually turned blood red, rushed back to his home, pulled out the sharp sword from under the bed, and rushed into the castle like a divine aid, frightening the lord.

His expression was fixed on his bed.

There was blood dripping beside the bed, including the lord's, Miller's, and his sister's.

Miller didn't know how he escaped. It seemed that the noble lady had helped him cover up his footprints and blood stains. It seemed that he had killed a few more people, and it seemed that he himself had been killed again.

When Miller finally came to his senses, he had been rescued by a mercenary group that happened to be passing by. They treated his wounds a little and dumped him in a tavern in the territory.

He did not become a warrior, and he could not imagine whether his sister's body would be properly buried after he escaped, and what their parents would have to face.

After living in confusion by petty theft, robbery and murder, Miller was eventually driven to the City of Usher by a wanted order and became a lackey under the Duke. His job was to use his power to kill people, or be unlucky enough to be killed by the strong.

When he learned that people were needed to work as miners in the Jesses Forest, Miller signed up without hesitation, just to have a relatively peaceful life.

The Emerald Forest they saw was different from the lush greenness they imagined.

The trees here are lifeless, and it is cold and wet all year round. Except for the crystal flower clusters we saw at that time, there are no sweet flowers in bloom and the sweet birdsong.

Indeed, as Miller hoped, life here is peaceful, like a pool of stagnant water.

Nearly a hundred of them live in underground mines. Food and water are brought in regularly. Occasionally they catch gophers and rabbits for teething sacrifices. They have the opportunity to resign every six months. The most basic living security is considered complete.

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"Miner, here. (Uncle Miller, I leave these to you.)"

The cart filled with ore stopped at Miller's feet, leaving two deep ruts. He didn't bother to raise his head and continued to hit the rocks with the mallet in his hand. The flying crystal fragments were already piled up at his feet.

A thick layer.

The Purple Gold Mine is an associated mine of the Magic Crystal Mine. The newly dug ore is surrounded by a layer of crystal.

Miller's job is to smash this layer of crystal stones, collect them and grind them into powder, then pack them up and transport them out of the Jesses Forest. After being smelted and shaped by craftsmen, they are turned into various crystal clear crystal products.

Miller is just an ordinary person and a bit old, so he was assigned such a trivial but labor-saving errand.

The crystal is very brittle, and the small mallet in Miller's hand is enough. It will only make the arm a little sore after a day of smashing it.

Miller swept aside the pile of spar fragments with his feet, took out a small brown paper bag from his arms, opened it, twisted a handful of powdered tobacco, wrapped it in a thin piece of paper and rolled it into two rolls.

He stretched out his tongue and licked the edge of the note, pinched it a little harder, bit it in his mouth, and lit the other end.

"Hey Mi smoking. Dwarfs are sneaking arouer hem find out us. (Uncle Miller, why don't you smoke less these two days? There are a lot of dwarves wandering around outside recently, it would be bad if they find something.)"

Miller took two sharp puffs, and the short section of the cigarette burned out in an instant. Before his lips were burned, he took a puff, spit out the butt of the cigarette along with the ashes, and crushed it with the sole of his foot.

He swallowed the bitter smoke into his lungs and walked around, and he became more awake. Large clouds of smoke spurted out from his nostrils, covering his entire face in the blink of an eye.

in.

“Got it.(Got it.)”

Miller replied in a hoarse voice, picked up the small mallet, and smashed his sore shoulder joint.

After all, it was because he was getting older. The last fight he had was five years ago. More than thirty years had passed and he couldn't even remember what his sister looked like.

After hitting it twice with the wooden mallet, the pain immediately disappeared. Miller moved his arm and nodded with satisfaction, secretly thinking that he still had a sword, and his muscles could still kill a cow.

Miller switched the gavel from his left hand to his right hand and waved it twice, imagining that he still had the rusty sword in his hand.

The spar shell in front of him shattered with the sound. Miller was even more satisfied and continued to work with his head down.

These young people are too careful. So what if they are discovered by the dwarves? Do they still dare to come and kill them?

This is the territory of the elves. Although they operate mines in a sneaky way and do not dare to announce it, the dwarves are not necessarily very upright. Even if they bump into them, they will not be willing to make a big deal out of it.

Miller weighed the small mallet in his hand, thinking that maybe he should change to a larger hammer tomorrow, just to exercise.

He picked up this small gavel from anywhere. After asking several people, they all said they didn't know who it belonged to, so he used it.

Apart from anything else, it’s good to beat your legs and back with this occasionally.

Miller held the gavel again. There was a crisp sound, followed by another crisp sound. Two pieces of crystal peeled off and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

A large cloud of smoke and dust rose up from behind Miller. Miller felt himself jump from the shock, but the arm holding the gavel immediately froze, and two large beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

Miller stared, seeing his companions directly in front of him staring blankly at him - or something behind him.

"G everyone~(Hey! Hello everyone~)"

Hot breath sprayed on the back of Miller's neck, and a slippery thing wrapped around his neck. The unpleasant smell of blood almost made Miller faint. At the same time, a funny voice sounded above Miller's head.

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"Everybody here! I find them! (Everyone, come quickly! I found the mine!)"

The man shouted loudly. Miller suddenly felt something hit his lower back, and his world immediately spun around.

Hitting the rock wall of the mine heavily, golden light burst out in front of Miller's eyes, and his whole body seemed to fall apart. However, he still stood up and squeezed the only weapon in his hand - the small mallet.

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Suddenly falling from the sky was a dwarf knight, and his mount was a big bright red rat.

It would be fine if it was just a big red mouse, but this mouse has an extra bright green head and three more front paws.

Miller leaned against the wall with weak legs, and couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his neck.

Could the thing that wrapped around his neck just now be the slender tongue of the big rat? Which head's tongue?

"Good job! Lady Mogan! (Mrs. Morgan, awesome!)"

The little dwarf sat up on the big mouse's back, lowered his head and patted the bright green head, and touched the tip of the big mouse's nose with a smile.

Miller suddenly felt as if his legs were filled with lead. He stiffly twisted his neck and saw the angry gazes of his companions.

No? Just one cigarette? Just those two puffs?

Twenty more dwarves jumped into the hole made by the big rat one after another. Before they could say anything to the hero who discovered the mine, they were dazzled by the magic crystals and purple gold ore that filled the hole.

The light of the mount summoning technique flashed in the mine one after another, and the pairs of pale pink eyes were dyed with a layer of flirtatious purple gold. Looking at the less than a hundred ordinary NPCs in the cave, they seemed to see

A bunch of unsightly scarecrows.

The straw man does not need negotiation, inquiry, or even dialogue, it just needs to be removed.

The dwarf knight who was the first to break into the hole quietly pulled the reins of the big mouse, kept retreating, hiding himself behind these people, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

As long as there was a fight, he could guarantee that it would cause a big fuss that would reach the ears of the nearby high priest of Morrigan.

The mine is narrow, and the mounts of the dwarf knights are generally large, so they cannot charge here, but it does not prevent them from taking the lead and trampling on a few unlucky guys standing at the front.

Miller, who was knocked away by the big rat, was lucky and did not become one of those unlucky ones whose necks were bitten off by the lava giant lizard.

But his luck was not particularly good, because another sword-spine earth dragon had already charged towards him.

Only then did Miller realize that his legs were no longer strong enough, his movements were no longer flexible enough, and he didn't even have a decent weapon in his hand, so he couldn't avoid those ferocious sharp teeth.

He only had a small gavel in his hand.

As he waved his right hand in vain, Miller suddenly wondered if his expression at this time was the same as that of the lord he killed back then, full of incredible fear.

Boom.

A gentle sound.

Miller didn't know if he had hit the ground dragon, and all he could see was a thick mist of blood.

The dwarf knight on the back of the dragon rolled to the ground, with a horrified and dazed look on his face. He lay at Miller's feet and stared at him blankly.

Without thinking, Miller raised his right hand, and the mallet landed lightly and deftly on the man's forehead, creating a bright white light that was instantly carried away by the wind.

York opened his mouth, looked at the player of the same race who was instantly killed by a small mallet, and tightened his grip on Mrs. Morgan's reins.

"Walk!"

York was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw the elf girl appearing behind him, and his clenched fists immediately unclenched.

Nian Nian was wrapped in a dark cloak, stepped out of the darkness, jumped on Mrs. Morgan's back, and slapped Mrs. Morgan's hind legs hard.

Mrs. Morgan jumped out of the mine, and when she landed, she swept her long tail, causing several large trees nearby to break and hit the entrance of the cave.

"What is that?"

When Mrs. Morgan ran more than a thousand meters, York asked in shock.

"A brutal thing."

Grinning every year.

"Then there's no need to run away, right?" York curled his lips, "I'll just hit it with a hammer and it'll be over."

"I don't think your hammer is harder than that gavel." Nian Nian shrugged.

"Then don't worry about it? Aren't you going to cause trouble and let Morrigan's high priest Midel come to catch the thief?" York scratched his head.

Let the dwarves discover these secret mines of the human race, attract the attention of the elves, and then seal off other mineral deposits being mined. Even if it is finally investigated, it will have little to do with the elves and every year.

After all, it is a fact that the dwarves are running around, and it is reasonable for the elves to notice something happening so close to Morrigan.

"Ignore it for now. Anyway, all the dwarves must be dead. Those are all players, and the resurrection point is far away in your own territory. By the time they come back for revenge, the matter here will have been solved long ago."

York touched his nose. Dwarf knights and warriors are both close combat professions. They really can't get much benefit from facing that cruel little mallet.

"If you don't want the elves to discover the fighting here, it's best to let the dwarves die quickly instead of escaping and making noises everywhere." York reminded.

"There are still so many ores in this mine. After this incident, the humans will probably abandon this place voluntarily to avoid disaster. Don't worry about the dwarves who died talking nonsense. They are eager to monopolize the gold here."

These people were carefully selected by York and he knew their character very well.

"So as long as those people are suffocated here quietly, what happened in this mine can continue to be hidden for a while."

Although he didn't know the details yet, York felt that Nian Nian would be very interested in that little gavel.

"...Okay," Nian Nian looked at York, who showed no love for his own kind, and jumped off Mrs. Morgan's back, "Don't go over there and show your face. I'll go back and take a look."

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In the underground mine, the gavel in Miller's hand still looked ordinary, without even a trace of blood.

The rough-skinned and fleshy monitor lizard was smashed into a pool of blood, the heavy sledgehammer was smashed into a ball of powder, and even the dragon's breath spit out from the mouth of the earth-walking dragon was smashed into a breeze blowing on the face, not to mention those ordinary ones.

His flesh and blood body cannot withstand the slightest touch of a wooden mallet.

Miller raised his hand and threw it, and the mallet flew out, knocking the last dwarf knight who was trying to jump out of the hole to the ground, turning into a white light. The whole person suddenly lost strength and sat down on the ground panting.

His hands finally began to tremble, and he wanted to laugh wildly at the sky, but also felt sick and wanted to vomit. Suddenly, he crawled to the ground in fear, and crawled towards the small gavel that fell to the ground.

The surviving people in the mine were also awakened by his action, and rushed towards the small mallet. While they were cursing and pushing, blood gradually overflowed.

A person who happened to be standing next to Miller just raised the knife, and suddenly his eyes blurred, the blade shook, and the sharp blade uncontrollably passed through the chest of the person in front of him, and went straight into Miller's back.

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The man was confused for a few seconds, then put the matter behind him, bent down to grab the gavel, and never stood up again.

Everyone in the mine failed to stand up again, and they died together in an ugly and weird way.

In the shadows, a figure slowly walked out, stepping on the clean ground, humming a song easily, and walked up to the small gavel.

The man bent down, picked up the gavel, held it in his hand, tried it, and sighed helplessly.

"I knew I couldn't take it in."

"It would be too..."

The man touched his waist and smiled slightly.

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Within ten minutes, York, who was lying on Mrs. Morgan's back and was bored, waited for the time to return.

"How about it?"

"They're all dead." Nian Nian shook his head regretfully.

"If you die, you will die. Have you got the gavel?"

York asked enthusiastically.

"York," Niannian said sadly, "the artifact is missing. I don't know who got it first."