Another Life: Elf Archer

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Hazel was focused.

He has always been a focused person and is very proud of it.He would always tell others: "Focus is the most basic quality of a person," and then add: "That's why you can become an excellent person."

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

Although all kinds of magical lights 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 at his feet, chanting carefully and subtly. Adjust the landing point of this skill.

All others could do was stalemate them while barely protecting themselves, but he could do more than that.He only needs one skill to burn those hideous and ugly vine monsters under his feet to ashes.Therefore, he needs to be extremely focused to calculate the mana he can spend and the effective coverage of this skill.

Not only that, he also has 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.

What came out of his throat was not the expected rich male voice, but a few funny "clucking" sounds, like a rooster being pinched by the neck.

Hazel opened his mouth, his eyes nearly bulging out of their 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 forcefully, 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, each slice is polished into an elongated triangle with curved edges.

Is this an arrow feather?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 again, but she did not dare to touch the exposed part. Half of the feather 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, do 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 forward or pull back?Did this arrow pierce my throat bone?How to remove it if it's 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 he was still muttering something silently, his eyes were everywhere. He kept scanning around, looking for something vigilantly.

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 soon. 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 thick, 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.

Sanchishui stared at the battle situation over there after seeing Nian Nian shoot an arrow, and asked hurriedly: "How to do it?"

Nian Nian didn't look at him. He squinted at the cliff over there and asked him, "Can you go up?"

Sanchi Shui also glanced at the cliff, estimated the height, and nodded: "Okay."

"I'll cover, you go up, you don't have to kill them all, just keep them busy." 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 slightly, 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 how terrifying these vines were. 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 were so many people crowded here, and they were flailing around in no order. No wonder they were 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 in this place close to the cliff. He praised it. good luck.After looking up for a moment, he half-crouched to gather strength, then suddenly lifted his body, took two consecutive steps in the air, passed straight through the gap between the two waving vines, and went straight to the cliff. top.

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

The magic bullet that had been prepared hit Sanchishui's head. Sanchishui 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 feathers of the arrows were still trembling. He followed the trend to the 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 made a 180-degree sweep forward with his sword, and rolled forward with the momentum of the sword. Before he could get up, he made another sweep. He straightened up, flipped his wrist, and faced the man in front of him wearing a robe. The man in the robe stabbed away.

The people on the cliff were busy dealing with a row of green feather arrows that suddenly flew towards them, and they had to dodge the two swords coming from three feet of water. Not to mention chanting a skill, they couldn't stand firm 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 appeared in the fireball. A ray of green 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 an elbow. Withdrew, moved forward again, and put 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, extending its 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 the midst of 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 Luck standing on the side with a bloody wooden arrow in his hand and a man holding his throat. It 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 Lark with his sword. Lark calmly knocked the ground with the staff in his other hand, and a huge transparent shield shining with golden light appeared. Appeared in front of him.

If the word Lark was not enough to attract the attention of others, this golden shield was too dazzling.

The people who had not noticed Lark at first were hiding and retreating towards him. The people who had shrunk behind the light shield rushed directly into the forest and disappeared quickly. Two people even dragged him up. Hazel, who was moaning silently on the ground, retreated deeper into the forest.

Lark didn't seem to notice the companions who had left him alone. He curled his lips in contempt 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.