Elf Archer of Life in Another World

"Aren't the soldiers here too brave? They dare to ask you to go to the city wall to watch overnight?"

Se Island floating in the sky exudes a blue and dangerous light, hidden in the outline of the moon. Every time the light flashes, it is like the moon is blinking gently.

"It feels like a sore on the moon."

Simil turned his head and looked at Nian Nian, feeling helpless: "Your metaphor destroys the beauty too much."

"It's like having a pimple, exuding the breath of spring that's about to break out, making people want to squeeze it out."

Changing her words every year, Simil looked around her and was curious: "You are the only one?"

"I need to see you if I have something to do."

Sitting on the city wall every year, facing the lights in the city, Simil saw a rare solemnity in her expression.

"What's the matter?" Simil couldn't help but become serious.

"You mentioned here today," Nian Nian pointed to the sky, "that camp skills can be divided into universal and customized ones, right?"

"Well," Simil thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "You don't want me to help you improve the skills of the people in your mercenary group, do you?"

Put on a big and sincere smile every year: "So?"

Simil shook his head firmly: "It's impossible, don't think about it."

"Is it because I can't, or because I don't want to?" Nian Nian's smile had a dangerous air to it.

"No." Simil took a step back, not hiding his fear of Nian Nian.

"Oh," Nian Nian's face suddenly changed and his expression was calm, "Forget it then."

"You're threatening me - eh?" Simil was startled and took a step back, "What are you planning?"

Nian Nian rolled his eyes unceremoniously: "Can your understanding of me be more positive?"

"No," Simil blurted out, adding awkwardly under Nian Nian's squinting, "Anyway, it's a bit difficult."

"Speaking of which, don't you have a matching test when you allocate camp skills? John and I are fine. Like Alexander, a frail old scholar, you just sent him a violent attack because you wanted him to be verbose.

Do you annoy your enemies with obscure terminology?”

"This must be true. Look, doesn't Dion's color-changing ability just help him maintain his charming appearance?" Simile immediately retorted with an example, "It seems that John is shy? Now he doesn't have to worry about attracting people.

Pay attention."

"What about me?" Nian Nian smiled.

"In the list of general skills, you are at the top, so don't be dissatisfied." Simil replied earnestly.

The methods of making bone arrows and blood arrows should have been two separate skills. After thinking about it, Simil decided not to mention this matter, so as not to make further progress every year.

"List? Ranking? So, this thing is like winning a lottery, you get it randomly based on your face? It depends on the strength and weakness, and you take care of the consequences?" Niannian was a little confused.

"It's not so unkind. General skills have growth potential, but customized skills don't. The gap will narrow as players grow," Simil explained.

Nian Nian blinked and looked at the bright lights inside the city wall.

Seeing that Nian Nian hadn't spoken for a long time, Simil couldn't help but ask: "What are you thinking about?"

Nian Nian took out the little notebook made by Alexander, pushed up his non-existent glasses, and said seriously:

"Please Sir Simil, please accept an interview. Forget about customized skills, what are the general skills, and what is the growth potential? Can you tell me in detail?"

"Why are you asking this?" Simil was alert.

Nian Nian handed the microphone to Simil and said to himself:

"Originally, it would have been possible to do a field survey, but unfortunately the efficiency is too low. I might as well ask you directly, and the accuracy of the information can be guaranteed."

Simil lowered his head and looked at the token that had been used as a microphone every year. The silver token had familiar three-legged bird and animal patterns.

"Tongtian Tower?"

"As the east and west are connected, it's normal for Tongtianlou to expand its business, right? After all, compared to the mercenary union working part-time in the tavern here, the model of Tongtianlou is much more convenient." Nian Nian nodded.

"Why haven't I heard that Tongtianlou is going to open a branch here?" Simil frowned.

He smiles and says nothing every year.

"Jesus Forest?" Simil asked suspiciously, thinking of this only area where news was relatively blocked.

"Yes," Nian Nian snapped his fingers, "I've been inspecting the site recently. I just follow the locals and won't cut down trees to build wooden buildings, but it still has the functions it should have."

"Your information is quite good." Simil sighed deeply.

During this period of time, he was distracted by the affairs of the dwarves and Eggberg. Indeed, he had not understood the affairs of the elves for a long time. He did not expect that Tongtianlou had followed the footsteps of Xingtianxia and entered Jaces, and those elves

To be able to agree to allow human forces to move in so quickly, I'm afraid there may be some deliberate promotion in it.

Before, when she was near Boander, she would jokingly give herself a series of titles every year. Now that she thought about it, it was not a joke. She was really using these titles.

He originally thought that Tongtian Tower would enter the continent of Gaia along the sea route, but considering the current situation in all human countries, it was also a very reasonable and reasonable choice for Tongtian Tower to make the neutral and peaceful area of ​​​​Jesus Forest as its first branch location.

It's really terrible that all the plans are disrupted.

"Just think of me as an enthusiastic person who participated in the closed beta and wrote a strategy guide. I compiled and made public the relevant information about the Temple of the True God and the Church of the Holy Temple. I also gave players a clear path and told them how to play the game next."

He plays with the token of Tongtian Tower every year, with a hint of hatred in his tone:

"I told you not to be too rigid. In this situation, if the players still have to discover and choose naturally, it will definitely require you and Adam to invest more actions, but every action will also add new choices, so

The easier it is to create more variables."

"Not to mention, you two belong to different camps. There is no tacit understanding at all. It will only make the situation more confusing and worse."

"So," Niannian poked the token to his mouth, "hurry up and accept my interview honestly. Please be sure to tell me everything you know."

...

Tower of Babel.

A dwarf with tears in his eyes suddenly threw himself into the guard's arms and howled loudly.

The guard responsible for patrolling the Tower of Babel at night was startled by the sudden appearance of the child. He was about to ask what was wrong when he saw the dwarf raised his head and sniffed.

, retracted into the corner and whispered:

"Having a nightmare."

The guard didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he walked over and pulled him up: "There is a rest area here, you can go there to sleep."

"Well, I'll go over right away. Brother Guard, please do your work."

The dwarf wiped away his tears and ran away quickly, leaving only a small silhouette of the guard brother who couldn't react in time.

"Team leader, your acting skills have improved."

There was crackling applause in Albert's ears. He pressed his ears, and then he remembered that this was not a headset, but a voice transmitted directly to him from outside the game, and he spoke angrily:

"I ask you to retrieve data, not to spy on me."

"Unfortunately, this time it's normal."

Through Albert's contact and interaction with the objects, buildings and NPCs in the Tower of Babel, and screening for anomalies from the information obtained through interactive feedback, this is the blanket search that Albert and his team members are conducting.

He firmly believed that Niannian must have tampered with this place. Although it could not be seen from the outside, there would definitely be some clues left in the game.

"Team leader, do you want to take a break? We ordered a late-night snack from the restaurant, including sandwiches and salads."

Albert found the public rest area mentioned by the guard, fell down on the lounge chair, and was about to close his eyes and log off when he suddenly felt that something on the coffee table next to the lounge chair looked familiar.

Is this... the kind of wolf tooth necklace you wear every year?

Albert sat up and looked around warily. Who put this here on purpose?

Carefully reaching out his hand, Albert's fingertips just touched the wolf's fang and he could no longer move away. His eyes opened wider and wider. After a while, he looked a bit scary.

His hands were trembling, and the cheers of the team members sharing the late-night snack could be heard in his ears. Albert felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and was instantly evaporated.

He panicked and grabbed the necklace, but missed it.

The team members' chatting, laughing and urging had faded into a distant and blurry background. Amidst his frantic heartbeat, Nian Nian's calm words were like a ruthless whip:

"Wolf King, Yu Tao, they have shown too real human characters. Albert, do you regard this place as a mass grave where corpses and traces have been destroyed?"

Albert stumbled out of the rest area and ran towards the teleportation array leading to the outside world. The bright red exclamation point below his vision flashed rapidly, warning him of danger.

In the shadows beside the door of the rest area, Adam stood quietly, watching the weirdo who had been sneaking around all day fall into the teleportation array and disappear.

He also received this oral message left every year, ringing in his ears like thunder.

Putting his right hand on his chest, Adam felt a hint of heartache.

Is this his own feeling? Or is it a function left over from the consciousness of the person who was once swallowed by him?

So that's it. So that's it.

...

On the city wall thousands of miles away, two people sitting and standing stretched out at the same time, and the sitting figure almost fell off the city wall.

Simil always felt that he had forgotten some important issue. He was lowering his head and trying to remember. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nian Nian, who was lying backward. With a move of his steps, Nian Nian stood upright and sat up straight, patting his chest with lingering fear.

"I almost went to see Engus. I'm so lucky."

"I thought your resurrection point was in the City of Usher." Simir's eyes narrowed and he noticed something strange.

"It seems so, I forgot about it too."

Nian Nian is still clutching her chest, her eyes are drooped, and her eyelashes seem to be fluttering constantly.

Simil finally confirmed that there was something extra on Nian Nian's neck when he fell down. However, it was not an extra suspicious item, after all, the wolf tooth necklace was originally hers.

"Are you okay?"

Intuition told Simil that there must be something going on here.

Niannian raised his head, waved his hand, and put the interview record back into the storage crystal: "It's okay, everything is fine, just fine."

"Um?"

"Simir, I actually have a question I want to ask you."

Looking at him steadily every year, Simil suddenly felt that there was a layer of compassion and desperateness in Nian Nian's eyes.

"Did you kill yourself just to work diligently as a bumbling high priest here?"