Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Principality of Eigberg, capital Wilkes.

The door of the chamber closed with a loud bang, and the dull and loud noise locked all the noise in the open hall behind him. Simeer rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and was surrounded by his followers and walked towards his room.

The Temple of True Gods has just finally won the alliance of Egberg, but Simire is not happy.

This morning, King Egberg respectfully invited him to the chamber of the meeting, solemnly submitted the letter of alliance, and then he was informed of two war reports:

Seid Island, which had been floating over the eastern border, bombarded the border defense with magic cannons, and the tide of dwarf soldiers rushed into the border and had captured a city; Salton Stein, located in the north of the Principality, also sent a large army to the border, and

The dwarves' offensive formed a pair of closed scissors, which advanced steadily in unison, with the sharp tip of the knife pointing directly to Wilkes.

Simeer knew the crisis of the dwarves very well. He expected that the battle situation in this regard would definitely break out, but what happened to Salton Stein?

The relationship between human race and alien race has always been contradictory and subtle. It is possible to say that Salton Stein pretends to be ignorant and let the dwarves enter the country and rage, or assist one or two without any trace, but it is so blatant that the two sides cooperate and cooperate.

Foreign races invade the same race, which can easily lead to joint attacks between countries.

Egberg's royal family suddenly faced the war between the two sides and had not calmed down yet. The news from Usher City inspired them to move and flee, and they might focus on winning time to let the royal family take refuge south.

Compared to the blessing of the city of Usher, Simere knew that the assistance he could provide was probably delaying time.

It was a bit late for him to invite the Eigberg royal family to take refuge in the neighboring Tekrenberg. Moreover, the difference between fleeing to another country to take refuge and staying in his own country for protection is huge for the royal family.

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However, what happened? Since the accident of Seri Island on the Dwarves, he has contacted Adam and agreed to act safely on both sides, first handle the balance within the dwarves, and then consider competing for human beliefs.

The dispute.

Did Adam do something? Or did something happen that he couldn't suppress it?

"Master Simere, Priest Eile delivers a message."

"Sir Simere, Tekrenberg sends a message."

At the door of the room, two black robes accompanied him to see Simire from afar, and hurriedly came up and said in unison.

"No hurry, come in and talk."

Simire raised his hand to stop the two of them, walked quickly to the door of the room, and let his entourage push open the door-

"Why are you here?"

The elf sitting behind the desk moved his long legs away from the table, slid down in a high-back chair, tilted his head and looked at the door:

"Long time no see, Simire, are you surprised to see me?"

Simire glared at her, waved her hand and waved her entourage back, and hesitated for a moment when he looked at the two people who came to report the news.

"You'd better hear what they're going to say, so it's convenient for me to explain it later."

Niannian got up and stretched, dusted the seat, tidied up the tabletop that she messed up, and bent down to ask Simire to take her seat:

"Please sit down, don't be polite."

"You two come in, let's go and do their own business."

Simire turned around and ordered, closed the door carefully with his own hands, quickly looked at Niannian, who was standing by the table with a smile, and sat in his seat.

His eyes moved behind him with Nian's footsteps. He thought about the layout of the room and said:

"The snacks on the bay window table are vegan, without meat oil, and the pot is spring water, not tea."

"Um."

Accompanied by the sound of the glass rubbing against the table, Simire looked at the two attendants and let the two uneasy messengers speak.

"Prince Aler delivers a message—"

"Ah, this wait," interrupted Nian vaguely, her mouth seemed to be filled with something, "Let another person say it first."

The attendant looked at Simire, and Simire nodded:

"You wait first and let him talk first."

"Tai, Tekrenberg sends a message," another servant lowered his head deeply, so as not to be seen by Simere, "Who appeared in the Auction in Usher at that time? It is said that he has fallen into our side.

In their hands, they wanted to ask about the specific situation and hope that Lord Simeer would return as soon as possible to protect the safety of the ?ther."

"What?"

"The message from Priest Aler is also related to this."

The servant who had been interrupted had quickly spoken: "He got it from the city of Usher, but when he returned, he was ambushed by the church. Fortunately, he was rescued by his companions. He was escorted back."

Simire's eyes swept across the faces of the two attendants, stood up, turned around, and saw a square box covered in blood and dust on the small wooden table in the bay window.

"I have brought you what I gave and the one I saved." Niannian licked the debris on her fingers and poured herself a glass of water.

"You guys go out first."

Simire said calmly, and heard the sound of the door opening and closing. After a while, he walked to the bay window and looked down at Nian Nian with his mouth full of snacks:

"What's going on?"

"This thing is very tricky, and I can't figure out what it is. It's not suitable for being in the hands of our mercenary group. I just thought I'd give it to you."

Simire sat opposite her, squinted her eyes and carefully observed Nian Nian's expression: "Then why didn't you send it to me directly?"

Every year blinked innocently: "Didn't I send this to you?"

"What's going on with Priest Na'er?"

"Then you might as well tell me first, what is this thing? Why does it cause such a big trouble to your people, and it seems to cause even greater trouble."

He smiled kindly every year, and pushed him a glass of water, but his eyes were full of inquiry and doubt.

Simire sighed: "Do you still remember the tree of life and death?"

"Remember," nodded every year, "The big tree in the Tibetan Flower Valley, the flower demons were born in the tree of life and death, and after death, they also returned to the tree of life and death. This is the road for their souls to be immortal."

"Do you remember the flowers and fruits you took down at that time?" Simire's mouth curled slightly, and a faint smile appeared.

"Remember, I worked hard to climb trees to pick them," Nian Nian was a little puzzled, "That flower and fruit are also related to this black square?"

"That flower and fruit, plus this, can grow another tree of life and death here."

"What's the use of this? The Flower Demon Legion? It can be solved by more than ten fire-type holy masters." Nian scratched her head, unable to figure it out.

"Of course there will be some more special effects, which can be said to be an evolutionary version."

Simire supported her chin with one hand, looked at Nian Nian and asked with a smile: "To a certain extent, the NPC here has a desire that is no different from humans, and for humans, the most tempting wish is...

....”

Every year raises your eyes: "Eternal life...Immortality?"

For the two people who are here, no wish will be more vivid than this one.

Simere sighed again: "Now the whereabouts of this thing have been leaked. Maybe it was a mistake on Priest Eile, but it was finally not taken away by the Church of the Holy Church."

Every year, he gently tapped the table with his fingertips: "That flower and fruit are in the church."

"Yes."

"This black square..."

The city of Usher, the duke, the dragon flying through the sky that night, Nick, who was deceived to grab the items, issued a wanted order from various countries, and wandered outside the three tribes, but joined the Christmas clown mercenary group of the True God Temple.

....

Niannian's hand suddenly clenched into a fist: "You were putting this thing in our hands for the time being."

Simire pushed the snack to Niannian:

"?There is a certain time for the appearance of the genius. At that time, it was not convenient for me to take action. Fortunately, Usher City and your mercenary group are very special, so I can rest assured to keep it in your hands."

Every year I grabbed a piece of biscuit and nibbled it: "What if we don't give it to you? Do you still want to snatch it from us?"

"I think," Simir smiled, "you guys are all afraid of trouble. Although they are strong, they have no competitive spirit. Sooner or later, they will take this thing off."

"It may not be necessary to give it to you if you take it off, right?" Niannian glanced at it.

Simire raised his hand and pointed the square box on the table, smiling without saying a word.

"Okay, then you had expected this situation?" Niannian raised her eyebrows.

Simire's face suddenly became a little gloomy. He looked so happy every day that he took all the snacks in his arms.

"Can't you beat it? Yes, right?" Every Nian continued to gloat.

"It's really a bit troublesome. The position of each principality will not change much. The problem is that the war has happened too early and too chaotic." Simere had a headache.

"The player's participation is not high. If you just play between NPCs, it will go against your expected plan, right?" Niannian said with a smile.

"You can stay here if you have nothing to do recently. Maybe you can be a forward player for me." Simire gave her a blank look.

"Okay," Niannian happily accepted the order, "Nick, John and Brother Feng will come over later. Remember to prepare a comfortable camp for me."

"Do you need a double bed and a bathtub?" Simire said unhappily.

"Need." He responded solemnly every year.

Simire's eyes walked around her, without saying anything, looking at the leaves outside the window, silently thinking about what to do.

"By the way, aren't you going to discuss it with Albert? This seems to be his job."

"Albert?" Simere's attention was pulled back, a little surprised, "Can you contact him?"

"He came to the game, don't you know?" Nian Nian was even more surprised than him.

Simire shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't met you, where did you see him?"

"He was assigned to the Dwarves. I met him before and got entangled by him. Later," Nian pointed at his head, "I forgot about Se Island."

Simere's surprise turned into a warning: "Ser Island? You were there when something happened in Cherbourg?"

"Ah, yes," Nian Nian was a little embarrassed, "I also helped."

“…”

"Don't look at me like a suspect, okay, there are still many surprises in this."

“…”

"Okay, I confess, but I still have to have some snacks."

......

Earlier, I encountered Fushan Pass in Eigberg.

After John succeeded in the third sneak attack, he never found a good opportunity.

But he himself was not an assassin who could only sneak attack. After showing his body, he quickly and accurately used his quick and accurate sword-fighting skills and flexible displacement that could escape into the shadow at any time, and quickly solved the problem of the person wearing ice blue armor wearing it.

The knight, another sword pierced the heart of the water-type saint wizard behind him.

Unfortunately, the holy master tried to bless his partner at the last moment. The holy light swallowed up some of the shadow John used to hide, exposing his weakness.

Nick used the airflow to pull John out of the siege, teleported to him, and whispered: "Defense, counterattack, I'll take the lead."

John nodded, but pointed the tip of the sword at another person.

"Don't worry about him, his eyes have certain predictive abilities, and I will take care of him."

Nick looked at Qi Youfeng and looked at him, both sides understood it.

Qi Youfeng slashed the enemy's attack with his right hand, and flew out with his left hand, but it was tangentially towards Nick and the others.

Nick hooked his hand, and the scimitar was faster. The person standing in front of it was either penetrated or fled in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, a figure chased the scimitar's trajectory through the crowd, and finally stood still.

He turned around and took a step back, raised his arm and grabbed the hilt of the scimitar in his hand.

"I've been here every year, and I've sent the things away first."

Qi Youfeng turned his head slightly, took Nick's position as the axis, and stood in front of John with John. The three of them formed a triangle standing.

Nick's pressure was reduced immediately. Qi Youfeng's two swords can attack from a distance and fight in close combat. In addition to sword strikes, John also has the hilt of the pistol transformed by Craft, which also causes certain restraint and interruption to the Holy Mage who lives behind him.

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In this way, Nick used all his remaining mana to weave an invincible wind.

"We'd better go and meet her as soon as possible."

Nick touched his fingertips slightly, and looked at the sky calmly. John and Qi Youfeng tacitly protected him behind him, blocked the attacking sword, and distracted the mages and started to act.

The intentions of the three people here are too obvious. The opponent's mage is not a fool. He also brews a spell of one-hit killing under the protection of the knight.

Next, it depends on who is faster, whose spell is stronger, or—

“For he and aormy wind, which lifted up the wa/ves of the sea.” (Psalm 107:25)

John took a few steps back and approached Nick Qi Youfeng and the seriously injured Priest Eller were in a mess. He was very busy when he was sucked by the airflow.

There were wind and waves on the ground, and the four people who were held on the top of the waves were leaping into the sky in the direction of the surging waves. Seeing the enemies who were knocked over by the wind and waves slid to the ground again the next moment.

Before touching the ground, the wind and waves rose again, and the four of them continued to rush out of the front.

"It's like riding a roller coaster," Nick looked at Qi Youfeng at a loss, "but without a seat belt, don't be thrown away by the wind and waves. According to unscientific inertial reasoning, this big wave will have to rise and fall a few more times, which is enough

We escaped very far."

Qi Youfeng really didn't know where to grab it, so he had to imitate John and sit down with his knees.

"We're running away now?" Priest Aler turned around, "Are you going to fight?"

"It's so troublesome. The point is that you and that square box are not their lives."

Nick replied lazily, glanced at Qi Youfeng again, and finally decided to shut up first.

The ugly wolf-tooth necklace on Cy's neck seemed to be a token of love given by this man?

When Cy came here just now, why did he not see that thing on her neck? It was lost? It was taken? It was given away?

No matter what, it is better to leave some more breathing according to her intentions so that some news will spread more naturally.

......

Tower of Babel.

After seeing off Nian Nian, Adam immediately fulfilled his promise, regardless of whether Nian Nian had already arranged the exposure of the sacred church and the dwarf king directly informed the church.

Before the arrival of every year, he had been planning for a long time how the two sides would unite and how the war would begin. Now it is just to advance the predetermined steps.

For him, these are all very simple things.

Now, there is a more interesting question that is bothering him.

Adam spread his palm, looked at the wolf teeth in his palm, and recalled every year's words:

"If there are other threats, this thing can help you prevent disasters. Just pretend to be stupid."

Other threats? Obviously not referring to Simeer, what does that mean? Are threats from outside the game world?

Adam suddenly wanted to study this thing carefully.

Wolf Tooth, this is the wolf king's thing. It should have completely disappeared when it occupied its body, and all data was cleared by itself.

Adam raised his hand and held his forehead.

I always feel that the data clearance was not very clean, right? Is there something left?