Another Life: Elf Archer

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 the 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 soil 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're so energetic, so hurry up and stop pretending to be dead!"

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

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

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 from being thrown?"

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

"Me too."

"I still have a third left."

"I have a few drops left..."

The people who got up from the ground reported their blood counts. When Zimo heard this, he realized that he had suffered heavy losses.Most of the people were left with a fifth, and a few unlucky ones were left with bloody skin, but that was the only one who had a few drops left, 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, barely half of them survived.

"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 did not expect 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 one with one-third of his health remaining. He was not too panicked at the moment.

"Something doesn't seem right over there..." A man not far from Zimo pointed to a sudden piece of black land in the distance, gesturing to Zimo to look at it.

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

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

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

He looked up and saw that it was Simil Rak 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.

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From the air, Simil saw the land that had been ravaged by the fury of fire from a distance: 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 Buttons.

When he noticed this, he guessed that this person must be resentful of Nian Nian, so while everyone was concentrating on dealing with the barrier, he slipped here to wait for 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 it.And those relatively hidden skills cannot threaten Nian Nian, who is very powerful 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 the masters of wind magic, it is also because 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 he triggered interfered with the elves' breath sensing.

With the interference of wind magic, the cover of Zimo and his gang's fighting, and the chaotic situation when the barrier collapsed, it was really difficult to miss every year.

Simil felt a little uneasy. At this time, 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.After all, the two of them 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 him die under such a sinister plot every year.

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

He was relieved.

That is every year, every year of living.