Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Zimo finally crawled out from the pile of rocks.

The cliff collapsed suddenly, leaving nothing under his feet. He only had time to pull the person around him, and he and that person fell to the bottom of the cliff along with the gravel and soil.

Fortunately, the height was not high enough to kill him, but it was unclear whether others would be killed.

He was still thinking like this when he was falling, his swaying eyes swept over his other companions who were also falling, and he was worried about the worst outcome.

It's not just that he fell to the bottom of the cliff, he was dizzy when he hit the ground, and the gravel and mud that followed made him think that he was going to die. At the same time, the shaking of the earth and the mountains was even more intense.

Make him complain endlessly.

When the earth finally returned to calm and the overwhelming smoke and dust gradually settled, Zimo coughed and stood up to look at the miserable situation that could be described as "dead bodies everywhere."

"Ahem, hey, are you all alive?" Zimo pulled his foot out from the rubble, looked at the blood stains on it, and started shouting again, "Hey, you're alive!"

"squeak……"

"squeak."

"Squeak~"

Some people began to respond sporadically, and then more and more people responded. Zimo smiled happily listening to the squeaking.

"You are so energetic, so hurry up and stop pretending to be dead!"

He limped towards a big rock on the side, looked around the rock, and patted it: "Is there anyone underneath?"

"Boss, if you were hit by such a big rock, you would definitely be dead. How could someone be there?"

Someone beside Zimo answered.

Zimo sat down against the stone, looked at the person who spoke and said, "How are you? How much blood did you lose after being thrown?"

"It's quite a few," the man cried sadly, "only the bloody skin is left."

"Me too."

"I have a third left."

"I have a few drops left..."

The people who got up from the ground reported their blood volume. When Zimo heard this, he realized that he had suffered heavy losses. Most of them had only one-fifth of their blood left. A few unlucky ones had only a few drops of blood left.

There was only that one, and those who were more unlucky had obviously gone back to the city.

There are about eighty people arranged by Zimo here. Excluding the six people sent to protect the two girls Qinghua Fuling, there are only about forty people left, and they can barely survive.

"This is a natural disaster, a natural disaster." Zimo muttered helplessly.

Although he had known for a long time that the barrier would completely collapse after the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer left, he never expected that the collapse would be so substantial and physical, that it would really collapse the entire ring of mountains and cliffs.

"It's so quiet. Are all those flower demons smashed to death?"

Someone said this, and others were shocked to realize that all the ferocious and thick vines had disappeared, and they were the only ones left here.

"Hey, look over there! It's so beautiful!"

Someone pointed at the sea of ​​flowers in the valley and shouted excitedly. This person was obviously a big-hearted person, and maybe he was the lucky person with one-third of his health remaining. He was not too panicked at the moment.

"Something doesn't seem right over there..." Another person beside Zimo pointed to a sudden piece of black land in the distance, gesturing for Zimo to look at it.

Zimo looked over and frowned. Why did he seem to see someone, like the elf Nian Nian? Is she...kneeling there? What is she doing?

"That one! Boss, look! That Luck!"

Just as Zimo was thinking about whether to go over and take a look, someone pointed in the air and shouted.

He looked up and saw that it was Similak who was wearing a pure white robe and fell from the sky, but it didn't fall here with them, but behind the figure that looked very much like Nian Nian.

From the air, Simil saw from a distance the land that had been ravaged by the fury of fire: a dark sore sunken out of place on the green earth, like a terrible abscess that suddenly appeared on a healthy person.

Simil's heart sank immediately, and he couldn't help but cursed: "fxxk!"

He didn't see Hazel among those in the Silver Button Mercenary Group.

When he noticed this, he guessed that this person must be resentful of Nian Nian, so he sneaked here while everyone was concentrating on dealing with the barrier, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

It would be okay if it was just Hazel. According to his estimate of Nian Nian's breath sensing skill level, if Hazel wants to use some more lethal skills, Nian Nian will definitely notice them. And those that are more subtle

His little skills cannot threaten Nian Nian, who is strong and alert.

But unfortunately, apart from Hazel, there was also the high-level wind holy mage Oros.

The wind holy mage has always been considered the nemesis of the elves. In addition to being repulsed by the fact that they are both masters of wind magic, the wind holy mage can effectively sense the arrow trajectories of those archers, and also because the wind holy mage can use

The magic elements triggered by oneself interfere with the elves' breath sensing.

With the interference of wind magic, the cover of Zimo's gang fighting, and the chaotic situation when the barrier collapsed, it was really difficult not to fall victim to the attack every year.

Simil felt a little uneasy. He just wanted to confirm Nian Nian's life and death as soon as possible.

He didn't know if Nian Nian had been burned to death and returned to the city. At least the two of them still had some friendship. He didn't want this player who had some connection with him to die like this, and he didn't want to see Nian Nian.

Die under this sinister plot.

Finally, he saw the thin figure kneeling in the middle of the black spot.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

That is every year, every year of living.