Elf Archer of Life in Another World

"Well, I understand."

Next to the Moon Spirit Spring of the Morrigan tribe, a brown horse was walking on the lawn. He waited again and again every year to make sure that the High Priest of Midir was really not interested in the news.

"Excuse me, don't we need to send someone to check those stolen mineral veins?" Nian Nian asked tentatively.

"According to what you said, the mine has been filled up."

Midhir, the high priest of Morrigan, sat on a large stone, still lowering his head to wipe the silver shield in his hand, and answered her with a tone as cold as the Moon Spirit Fountain next to him.

Nian Nian was not used to judging people by their appearance, but when she saw the High Priest of Midir for the first time, she still had some wrong interpretations of his character.

A tall, young, blond elf, with flowers embroidered on his golden foreheadband, wearing a dark green cloak behind him, a pair of brown short boots under his close-fitting deerskin trousers, and a purple-red sleeveless short coat with a golden collar on his upper body.

Shoulder ornaments, holding a gold-rimmed silver shield in his left hand, and a five-pointed spear resembling a harpoon in his right hand.

She always felt that this image should belong to a lively and enthusiastic young warrior, rather than the cold, taciturn and lifeless priest in front of her.

In addition, the elves who are not good at strength confrontation actually have the profession of warrior, and they are also the high priest of a large tribe. This fact alone is enough to surprise Nian Nian.

"Then just ignore those people?" Nian Nian was a little worried and took a step closer. "I'm afraid those dwarves who entered Morrigan recently are also looking for mineral deposits."

"I know." Midiel nodded.

Nian Nian sighed very heavily and felt even colder.

The Moon Spirit Spring of the Morrigan Tribe is freezing cold. If it weren't for the elven children who were born in the Moon Spirit Spring and could still stir up a few ripples in the water, it would be thought that this small lake was frozen every year.

Perhaps it is because of this coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow that even those ignorant elf children are much quieter than other elf children elsewhere. They are floating in this cold pool formed by the convergence of springs, far apart from each other and isolated.

Sleeping with eyes closed.

Nian Nian felt that the voice she just spoke might be like an out-of-place noise, and that just like the content of what she said, it was unwelcome.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a disciple of Engus, and Midiel had heard about it, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to get close to the high priest, let alone let him listen to what he said.

Just like what Dion had tried before, he exchanged a few pleasantries and was ruthlessly sent away before he could get to the point.

And his decision to let Qi Youfeng wait in the distance seems to be very correct. After all, the high priest's temper does not seem to be much better than Engus.

After all, he is one of the three major tribes of the elves, and he is also a high priest. Doesn't this person have a sense of concern for his tribe and the people? Doesn't he have some indignation after his own things are robbed and stolen? Can't he give her more?

Want a fierce reaction?

"The Tower of Babel decision, the Elders' Order, and the Patriarch's Order all prohibit the elves from harming foreign visitors in the Forest of Jesus, and also prohibit foreigners from harming the elves."

As if he had been criticized year after year, Midiel finally spoke a relatively long sentence.

"Then we don't care about stealing things? The personal safety and property safety of our elves need to be guaranteed." Nian Nian said righteously.

"Would you regard the stones scattered everywhere as property?" Midir asked calmly.

I am speechless every year.

Indeed, for the elves who have a weak concept of money - especially the native NPCs - the behavior of the miners sent by the City of Usher to illegally mine gold is probably the same as someone going to someone's yard to pick up some junk.

Almost like a stone.

The miners just stayed underground, neither disturbing the lives of the elves nor destroying the vegetation around the mines. Speaking of which, there was really nothing to be angry about.

She should change the topic.

Nian Nian looked around and lowered his voice and said:

"I actually thought there might be something fishy going on here, because a strange thing happened at that time, which seemed to have something to do with the legendary three artifacts of the elves."

Midiel immediately raised his head and looked at her steadily:

"You keep talking."

Midiel's gaze was sharper than she imagined. Nian Nian couldn't help but feel happy.

Fortunately, she had already practiced with Dion and several others, and had transferred the stolen goods from herself in advance, otherwise she would not have been able to remain calm under such sharp eyes.

Nian Nian stabilized his mind, quickly organized his words and emotions, and told everything he saw in the mine at that time.

Her story ends when she escapes from the mine after being frightened by the brutal killing power of the small mallet.

"The gavel..."

Midir repeated in a low voice.

"It turned into a mallet and ran into the hands of ordinary humans. No wonder I couldn't find it after that..."

"Huh?" Niannian felt that there was a story in it.

Midir ignored her, grabbed the five-pointed spear beside him, and raised the tip of the spear into the wind. A stream of water instantly flew out of the nearby Yueling Spring, flowing up and down around the tip of the spear.

He stood the silver shield on the ground and hit the shield with the tip of his spear. There was a bang, water droplets splashed everywhere, the wind roared, and the earth trembled. Nian Nian took a few steps back, covering his ears, shocked and puzzled.

Look at Midir.

The impact just now seemed to have affected something else, it was like the breath of the vegetation in the forest, and it also seemed like the origin of the elves alone.

Midiel listened intently, and after a moment he stood up abruptly, the cloak behind him rustling, and said sharply:

"He was really snatched away by a foreign race, damn it!"

Before he finished speaking, the five-pointed spear in Midir's hand suddenly shone with light and was thrown upside down in the middle of the small lake formed by the Yueling Spring. The water in the lake was as still as solidification.

The lake water was still, but the earth was boiling.

Nian Nian clearly felt a strange wave passing under his feet. The tall forest trees around him seemed to tremble, and the crows suddenly sounded shrill and shrill, and then stopped abruptly the next moment.

There is a silent but vast power that is spreading from near to far, as if it is about to sweep across the entire Jesses Forest.

"These robbers! Bandits! Damn barbarians! They dare to covet the elves' treasures! Let me die!"

Midir was so furious that he slammed the silver shield in his hand to the ground.

There was another round of fluctuations in the earth. Nian Niang stood unsteadily for a moment and hugged the trunk of the big tree next to him. He immediately felt the anger transmitted by the trees, but other than that, nothing else happened.

It's just that nothing happens here.

Looking at Midiel's appearance like a ignited explosive, and thinking of the words he roared just now, Nian Nian suddenly felt a bad premonition.

"Master High Priest, the Tower of Babel decision, the Elders' Order and the Patriarch's Order have stated that it is prohibited to harm foreigners who enter the Feses Forest."

Nian Nian hid behind the tree and poked his head out to remind him carefully.

“What do these bullshit bans have to do with me?”

Midir put away his silver shield and snorted coldly: "I just captured all the foreigners near Morrigan and did not harm them."

"What? All, all arrested?" Nian Nian's eyes widened.

Is this something that can be done in an instant? How is this done? Is the strength of the high priests of the elves so terrifying?

"You," Midir looked at Nian Nian, "go to Boand and ask Engus to come over."

"Ah, ah?" Nian Nian still didn't react.

"Let's go now and call him."

Midiel approached impatiently and took Nian Nian out from behind the tree with an impatient look on his face.

"Let him bring Boander's cauldron. I want him to make a heavy rain here."

...

After receiving the mission every year, he didn't dare to ask any more questions or waste time. He quickly ran out of Midiel's sight. After making sure that he couldn't see him, he immediately turned around.

The white light of three messages flew into her arms one after another. Niannian didn't bother to check, bypassed the area where Yuelingquan was located, and went straight to Qi Youfeng and the others who were waiting for her.

She probably guessed who sent these three messages and what they contained.

Qi Youfeng is a human and York is a dwarf, so they are obviously within Midir's attack range.

From a distance, Nian Nian saw two wooden cages on the ground, and saw Dion helpless in front of the wooden cages, and couldn't help but cursed secretly.

The high priest of Midir had a very violent temper, and he did not even bother to identify the prisoner, so he just attacked him indiscriminately.

wrong!

How did he know that the gavel was in the hands of the aliens?

Could it be that Midir has a sense of the location of the artifact?

Nian Nian rushed to the wooden cage, stretched out his hand to Qi Youfeng, who was squatting in the wooden cage to pick something up, and said urgently:

"Brother Feng, hurry up! Give me that quiver!"

Qi Youfeng saw her coming, stood up with a wry smile, and held out a handful of broken arrow shafts of different colors.

——Except for the ordinary wood-colored broken arrows, there are also red and white fragments, and the shape of the arrow body can no longer be seen.

"Sorry, Nian Nian, I didn't expect that the quiver would suddenly shatter, and everything inside would be..."