Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Since the sea route connecting Gaia in the west and China in the east was stabilized, the Blue Whale airship built in the Tower of Babel has become unnoticed.

Standing in front of this huge blue emperor whale every year, watching the luster of its scales changing with the wind blowing on the high platform, I suddenly felt a little guilty.

At this point, this overlord of the sea is completely dead.

"Some players expressed their wish to dissect and study the structure of this airship, and our Council of Elders has agreed."

Nian Nian turned his eyes to the left and said with a smile: "Why do you still like to read my expression without permission?"

"You have changed a lot."

"You haven't changed much, Master National Preceptor."

Every year I looked at this face that looked very similar to Simil's, and I was a little curious: "Has no one ever wondered about your appearance?"

"Those who have seen him have not seen me; those who have seen me have not seen him." Adam's voice was as calm as ever, and his eyes also had an inorganic transparency.

"What is your status now? A member of the Presbyterian Church?" Nian Ni turned around and looked at the tallest stone tower.

"Yes, I took the place of the human race in the Presbyterian Church." Adam replied.

"The player's seat or the NPC's seat?"

"Of course it's an NPC role, and the player's behavior will not be controlled by me."

"Really?" Niannian walked to the edge of the high platform and found two acquaintances wandering in the hanging garden among the lower sea of ​​clouds.

"I can only influence them." Adam walked to her side and said calmly.

The Tower of Babel is a space of its own, shrouded in clouds and mist, with tall towers connected by stone bridges. Standing at the top of the tower, the sun, moon and stars seem to be within easy reach. When you walk to the bottom of the tower, the bright sun and bright moon seem to be thousands of miles away.

Dotted between the high towers and stone bridges are green ribbon-like woodland gardens, with flowers blooming all year round. Fountains flowing with fine wine and nectar nourish countless docile and cute little animals, rolling around on the grass, but even if they are just lightly.

A light touch will turn these cute and fluffy dumplings into a wisp of smoke, blending into the sea of ​​clouds and disappearing.

In the largest garden, thirteen people were scattered everywhere. Some were reading, some were walking, some were ladling wine from the fountain pool with jade bowls, and some were looking at the scrolls in their hands with sad faces.

Humans, dwarves and elves, three diametrically opposed races, fit harmoniously into the same picture.

"It's a mess outside, but the big shots here are taking it easy." Nian Nian tilted his head and asked half-jokingly, "Come on, tell the truth, how many people in this Presbyterian Church have been influenced by you."

"The Jaces Forest is closed, and the four elders of the elves are naturally relaxed. The four elders of the dwarfs are facing each other in pairs, arguing over whether they should mediate the war. Among the five elders of the human race, the players have a little more news.

Lagging behind, the other NPC is worried and is trying to unite the players to intervene in the dispute."

There are thirteen members in the Council of Elders. NPCs occupy six seats, which are equally divided among the three races. Players divide the remaining seven seats, with the elves and dwarves each occupying two, and the humans occupying three.

"No matter how late you are, you will know sooner or later. These people have worked hard to get into management, not just to read and walk all day long."

Nian Nian noticed something strange in Adam's answer, and suddenly had a bad premonition about today's meeting, but on the surface he was still joking in a relaxed manner.

This guy seems less direct.

"Things from all ethnic groups and various places will arrive on their desks every day. The windows of the Tower of Babel can also inspect the situation in all parts of the mainland at any time. They browse, evaluate, comment, respond and receive feedback that is either praise or refute. They are very

busy."

Adam's narration was very slow, slow enough for Niannian to guess various possible truths, which made her feel chilled.

"Those who will actively participate in the election of the Presbyterian Church are those who have a desire for power. Their desires will be satisfied by being busy and sublimated by pleasant enjoyment."

Looking at his smooth and standard smile every year, I read a hint of ridicule in it, and suddenly burst into a mischievous smile that looked like a successful mischief:

"So, my cooperation is quite satisfactory to you."

Adam nodded: "I like the sense of ceremony you created, but I still don't understand why you do this."

Nian Nian patted him on the shoulder and said mysteriously: "Well, you are so smart anyway, you can guess by yourself~"

Adam confessed: "I have speculated on various possibilities, and the most critical question is, what are you."

"What's the result?" Niannian was curious.

"Unable to determine."

Adam showed a suitably confused expression, and after a few seconds the confusion turned into vigilance: "Are you going to be an enemy of Simil?"

Niannian replied without hesitation: "No, he and I are the same kind. We are the only kind of each other. I will not be an enemy of him personally."

Adam changed his vigilant expression into one of astonishment, which lasted until every year when he looked helpless, sighing and rubbing his forehead:

"You are really a conscientious NPC, and you have no intention of integrating yourself into humans."

NPCs without self-awareness will regard themselves as "human beings", and their expressions, words, deeds, and even ways of thinking are basically the same as players. It is Adam, a guy with complete self-awareness, who deliberately shows that he is "unusual".

"human" side.

Nian Nian, who recently had a battle of wits with a group of NPCs, said that this guy's behavior was really inconsistent, and he single-handedly reduced the sense of reality in this game world to the lowest level for her.

Adam immediately put away his surprise and gave an extremely vivid and sly smile:

"It's rare to meet an old friend. According to human cognition, there is no need to disguise yourself in front of your good friends."

Nian Nian stared at him angrily: "That's really my honor."

Adam suddenly became serious. Even though Niannian knew that this was the tone he deliberately created, he could not help but be moved by the sincerity in it:

"As your old friend, I can agree to your request and immediately push the Holy Church to order an attack on Eggberg. I am also very grateful that you have considered me and found a reason for me."

Nian Nian said that she sent the black cube to Simir.

The origin of this thing is unknown, but it seems to contain some huge power, and it has attracted a lot of attention. Whether it is made into an invincible weapon, or described as an energy source like a perpetual motion machine, it can make people

Other forces have enough excuses to instantly point their fingers at the Temple of the True God in Simir.

In fact, this is indeed an item that will make the dwarves and the Templar Church fearful, but it is not enough for them to start a war immediately.

"But, as my old friend, you should share some risks for me every year."

The current situation has exceeded Simil's original expectations. If he acts rashly, Simil will definitely notice something strange. As his creator, Simil has a natural binding force on him.

"You said that you are of the same kind as him, then you may have the same power as him."

Adam stood behind Nian Nian, putting his hands on her shoulders, and cold syllables sounded mechanically in Nian Nian's ears, directing her eyes to the Presbyterian members who were enjoying themselves leisurely.

"Every year, wipe out the entire Presbyterian Church for me, and I will immediately ignite the flames of war for you."