Another Life: Elf Archer

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Qinling Mountains, Prisoner Dragon Village.

"Boss! It's bad! Those holy mages insist on leaving the stronghold and are about to start a fight with our brothers who are guarding the gate!"

Zimo put down the Mo machine bird he was playing with, picked up the straight knife on the table, nodded to the men who rushed through the door, and said:

"Got it, let's go and have a look!"

When Zimo followed his anxious-looking men to the gate of the cottage, two groups were confronting each other.

There were only a small number of people on one side. Everyone wore robes that reached the floor and held staffs. At this time, they did not have the pretense of being noble and reserved during the day. They were glaring at the people standing in front of them, looking anxious. look.

The number of people blocking their way was obviously several times more than theirs. They were wearing rough cloth and had knives and swords in their hands, as well as a few holding firecrackers.

Zimo knew at a glance that this was obviously impossible to fight, so he pulled the men next to him and asked, "What's going on?"

"They said that one of the players in the mountain group had an unbound artifact in their hands, and they wanted to, um, investigate it, but boss, you said before that we should keep an eye on them and not let them run around, so... ..." the subordinate explained.

"Sacred weapon? Are you still investigating?" Zimo sneered and asked, "Did they say it was some unlucky guy?"

"It's the female player who froze the torrent with one arrow. It's said that her bow was made of some kind of moon spirit tree. I heard that when they were arguing."

"So it's her?" Zimo was still very impressed by Nian Nian. The power of her arrow was really amazing, and he couldn't help but want to recruit her, and he was thinking about how to start.

As soon as Zimo approached the two sides of the confrontation, he saw Simil standing aside and watching with cold eyes. He greeted the stern-looking Holy Mage with great interest:

"Hey, Archmage Lark, I heard that you have discovered an artifact. Are you planning to kill that little girl?"

His voice was not quiet, and it naturally reached the ears of both sides of the confrontation. The contempt in it caused the brothers in the village to laugh with disdain:

"I have seen a lot of things in the world, and I can smell the artifact before I even see it!"

"Haha, that's right. I just don't know how you can divide this artifact if you get it. Are you going to cut it up?"

"I heard it's a bow. Do you want to change your career to become an archer?"

"What do you know!" One of the holy mages shouted with a red face, "It's because you don't understand its value!"

"Then could you please explain it to us, Archmage Hazel?"

Hazel hesitated, but another person beside him said to Zimo calmly: "President Zimo, I'm sorry to have a dispute with your people, but that bow is indeed worthy of our Holy Mage. It is an artifact, because its material is likely to be the rare Moon Spirit Wood over there. Any Holy Mage can use all his wealth to exchange for a piece of Moon Spirit Wood, even if it is as long as a finger."

Zimo stared at Anbu who was speaking, smiled friendly, and said, "You are more suitable to tell the truth now."

"You!" Anbu's face was a little distorted, but he finally continued unwillingly, "In the game, there is an upper limit to the player's skill level and effects, but the increase in magic effects brought by materials like Moon Spirit Wood can permanently exceed the level. There is no limit to the numerical limit of the upper limit! So for us, it is a treasure with a price but no market!"

He emphasized the word "we", which was a reminder that this thing was of no use to others, and he hoped that Zimo would be more sensible and not deliberately obstruct them.

Zimo didn't look at him, but looked at Simir who was not far in front of him, and asked: "What do you say? Are you planning to kill people and explode equipment?"

Simil smiled contemptuously and said: "It's just a small piece of moon spirit wood. It can't be called a divine weapon, but it can only attract some people with low vision."

"Lark!" Seeing Simil being so disrespectful, his companions shifted their hatred to one another, but soon a kind of ecstasy mixed with greed and shock rolled onto their faces.

"Those are called artifacts, what do I think?"

Simil held a small notebook with two fingers and shook it at his companions like a rag. With a "crash", the paper inside was covered with silver veins.

"This is..." Some people looked and looked in disbelief, and then turned their attention to Simil, who had a condescending look on his face. The smile on his face seemed to be laughing at their previous excitement, which was just a kind of ignorance.

"How did you—!" Anbu's voice stopped suddenly, and he changed the language to question Simil as if he remembered something.

Not only did they turn off simultaneous interpretation, they also deliberately did not use the more common English. It seemed that this little book had a long history. Could it make them more excited than that bow?

Zimo glanced at the holy mages who were all besieging Simir, and then turned his attention to the "artifact" in Simir's hand.

Zimo's position was relatively close to Simil, and he was on the side and behind him. He was reading the small book clearly, and he could also clearly see the two lines of words engraved on the leather cover.

The top line was obviously Simil's name, but the text used in the bottom line was incomprehensible to Zimo.

However, Zimo's intuition told him that the line below was also a name, belonging to someone else.

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After all, we didn’t really come here to enjoy the mountains and rivers. As soon as there was a little light in the east, everyone was already ready to go. After cleaning up the traces of their stay last night under Shi Sui’s reminder, they looked at Nian Nian who was communicating with the trees.

Nian Nian's expression was a little strange, as if he had received some great information but was not sure about it.

After several minutes, Nian Nian finally moved his hand away from the big tree beside him. He looked at the inquiring people and said with some confusion:

"I heard a voice. He said he was the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer and wanted us to find him. He also told me the detailed route."