Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Hazel is very focused.

He has always been a focused person and is very proud of it. He will always say to others: "Focus is the most basic quality of a person," and then add: "That's why we can become an outstanding person."

people."

The attached sentence has no subject, but everyone who has heard it personally can find the subject in Hazel's humble yet proud face.

Although all kinds of magic light in front of him filled the small cliff, and the figures and vines were constantly swaying, he still stared intently at the collapsed pit on the edge of the cliff under his feet, chanting carefully and subtly.

Adjust the placement point of this skill.

What others can do is to fight them and barely protect themselves, but he can do more than that. He only needs one skill to burn those hideous and ugly vine monsters under his feet to ashes. So, he

It requires extreme concentration to calculate the mana you can spend and the effective coverage of this skill.

Not only that, he also needs to embody the precise control of a high-level fire holy mage. Not only can he not burn those who are careless, but he must also perfectly avoid other innocent lives.

In this way, you can be a focused and excellent person.

The skill was about to be completed, and with just a few more syllables, the angry flames would fall among those monsters. Hazel was not in a hurry, and still spat out the last three syllables confidently and clearly.

However, what came out of his throat was not the expected rich male voice, but a few funny "clucking" sounds, like a rooster struggling with its neck pinched.

Hazel opened his mouth, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and a "gurgling" sound escaped from his throat along with the sharp pain of being torn apart.

He didn't dare to lower his head, he only dared to hold his neck and look down hard, his pupils stuck to his lower eyelids, staring in horror at the thin wooden stick that was still trembling slightly.

The end of the thin wooden stick is two thin slices cut crosswise, and each slice is polished into an elongated triangle with curved edges.

Is this an arrow feather? Is there an arrow stuck in my throat?

Hazel eagerly touched the back of her neck with trembling hands. After hitting a sharp object, she suddenly retracted her hand and touched her throat, but she did not dare to touch the exposed part.

Half of the feathered arrow outside.

Every breath was accompanied by pain like suffocation. He didn't even dare to swallow a mouthful of saliva. He couldn't see his wounds, but the feeling of a hole being opened in his throat was unmistakable. Could the saliva come from that hole?

Seeping out, don't I look funny?

The more he thought about it, the more saliva he secreted in his mouth. Hazel had never felt so embarrassed, but he still did not dare to touch the arrow that pierced his throat.

"Pull it out..." Someone next to him said this, but when Hazel went to look, she only saw a few pairs of dodgey eyes.

He also knew that he should pull out the arrow, but how? Pull it forward or backward? Did the arrow penetrate my throat bone? How do I pull it out if it is stuck in the bone?

He looked at his companions who were still resisting the monsters with pleading eyes, but everyone was focused on the enemy in front of them, and no one noticed him.

I have noticed him every year, I have noticed him from the beginning, and I am also observing his reaction now. It seems that this person is not a cruel and decisive person, and if there is no timely treatment by the Holy Mage of Light, even if the arrow is pulled out, there will be a wound in the throat.

That hole won't heal so quickly. Then the other one...

Another fire holy mage not far away from him couldn't help but stop singing when he saw Hazel's miserable condition. Although his mouth was still muttering something silently, his eyes were still there.

He stopped and scanned everywhere, vigilantly looking for something.

Nian Nian knew that he was looking for the person who unleashed the cold arrow, and she had no intention of directing her attack at him so quickly. She just planned to contain the two fire-based holy mages and make them suspend their magic chanting. Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need.

Expose one's position too much.

Now that the night is dark, the battle situation over there is extremely bright. Nian Nian estimates that they will not be able to find themselves in the darkness so easily with a pair of human eyes, even though she is standing so brightly not far from the cliff.

After Sanchishui saw Nian Nian shooting an arrow, he stared at the battle situation over there and hurriedly asked: "How to do it?"

Nian Nian did not look at him. He squinted at the cliff over there and asked him: "Can you go up?"

Sanchi Shui also took a look at the cliff, estimated the height, and nodded: "Okay."

"I'll cover, you go up, you don't have to kill them all, let them be busy a little longer." Nian Nian made a decision decisively.

Sanchi Shui didn't ask how she planned to cover, let alone what she would do if he went up and was killed. He nodded lightly, held the sword in his hand, lowered his body, and quickly approached the cliff where the fierce battle was taking place.

Sanchi Shui carefully dodged the countless vines twisting and lashing towards the cliff. Only when he got closer could he realize the ferociousness of these vines. They were like giant pythons that were constantly twisting, and the dense barbs on the vines were like poisonous teeth.

.These vines stretched out from the more than twenty human-shaped plants on the ground. Some were climbing up the cliff, while others were raised high, and then slammed into the gap in the cliff.

Alas, they are not flexible at all. Sanchishui was still in the mood to comment on the attack methods of these flower demons. There are so many people crowded here, and they are flailing around without any rules. No wonder they are being thrown away by those condescending magicians.

people suppressed.

He once again avoided a thigh-thick dark green vine, and his body jumped lightly and landed on a piece of land not covered by plants. It was rare that there was a place to stay close to the cliff. He praised it.

Good luck. After looking up for a moment, he half-squatted to gain strength, then suddenly raised his body, took two consecutive steps in the air, and passed straight through the gap between the two waving vines.

Go straight to the top of the cliff.

The people on the cliff were not blind. Naturally, they had already seen the aliens, or the same kind, in this group of monsters.

The magic bullet that had been prepared hit the head of San Chi Shui. San Chi Shui did not panic. He was also mentally prepared. He took the sword with his backhand and struck it backwards and then slashed, scattering the two magic bullets. But this time

A blockage had cut off his skill, and his body fell uncontrollably along the cliff.

Sanchi Shui was about to stick his sword on the cliff to slow down his fall when he felt something was wrong under his feet. He quickly lowered his head and saw two arrows stuck on the cliff at his feet. The arrow feathers were still trembling. He took advantage of the situation to right.

Point your toes, step on both feet, and use the elasticity of the two arrows to jump upward.

Then two more arrows appeared at his feet in the same way, and he continued to run up again, stepping on the two arrows that had been shot every year.

By this time he had reached the top of the cliff. He swept his sword forward in a 180-degree sweep, and rolled forward with the momentum of the sword. Before he could get up, he swept forward again. He straightened up and flipped his wrist, facing towards

A man in a robe stabbed him in front of him.

The people on the cliff were busy dealing with a row of green feather arrows that suddenly flew towards them, and they had to avoid the two swords coming from three feet of water. Not to mention chanting a skill, they couldn't stand still at this time.

The holy mage who was targeted by Sanchi Shui was already retreating. When he saw a bit of cold light flying toward his face, he stumbled and was about to fall. San Chi Shui followed the trend and took a step forward. He pressed his right wrist and then tilted.

Pulling upward, a line of blood appeared on the neck of the person in front of him.

The other leg kicked the man in the stomach and kicked him away. Sanchi Shui immediately turned around to look for the next target.

A fireball went straight to Sanchi Shui's shoulder. Just as he was about to dodge sideways, he saw a hole appear in the fireball. A ray of blue light passed through it, grazing his body and flying behind him. There was a painful muffled sound.

Hum came from behind him immediately.

Sanchishui grinned, and in a few steps he rushed in front of the man who fired the fireball at him. He swung his backhand from bottom to top. The man held a staff across his face and was about to block it, but Sanchishui responded with his elbow.

Withdrew, moved forward again, and sent the tip of the sword into his chest.

Sanchi Shui retracted his hand and withdrew his sword, shifted his center of gravity, lowered his body, and swept over with his legs. The man in front of him had already fallen to the ground, clutching his chest.

Almost at the same time, a large shadow covered the top of the cliff, and thick vines stretched out their fangs toward the people on the top of the cliff like a group of snakes.

Sanchi Shui turned around again and held out his sword. In his busy schedule, he saw a compass slowly rotating in mid-air. The huge blue array projected by the compass just covered the angry plants under the cliff.

"withdraw."

A somewhat familiar calm voice came. Sanchi Shui followed the sound and saw the man who claimed to be Similak standing on the side, holding a bloody wooden arrow in his hand and covering his throat.

The man was writhing in pain at his feet, dyeing the grass into scarlet, which matched the color of his robe.

Sanchi Shui narrowed his eyes maliciously, and without saying a word, he stabbed Simir with his sword. Simir calmly knocked the ground with the staff in his other hand, and a huge transparent thing shone with golden light.

The shield appeared in front of him.

If the word "Simir" was not enough to attract other people's attention, this golden shield was too dazzling.

The people who had not noticed Simil at first were hiding and retreating towards him. The people who had shrunk behind the light shield rushed directly into the forest and disappeared soon. Two people even dragged him up.

Hazel, who was moaning silently on the ground, retreated deeper into the forest.

Simil didn't seem to notice the companions who had left him alone. He curled his lips in disdain and looked at the tip of the sword getting closer and closer to Sanchi Shui. His body did not move at all.

Sanchi Shui also saw that smile, and his hand on the sword hilt tightened. He stared at the light shield with burning eyes, and sent the sword in his hand over without hesitation.

Faster than his sword are the three arrows of Nian Nian.