Pokémon: I Founded Team Rocket

Chapter 272 Death!A threat from outside the elves!
In the end, the elf dispatched by Liangmu is the cat boss. Its claws are very sharp, not to mention suitable for digging, and it has also learned a lot of sharp claw skills.

At present, in terms of excavation alone, it should be the strongest one in the good wood elf team.

Citrine is actually quite easy to find.

Although it is as dry and yellow as sand as a whole, it can reflect light under the sun.

Dig through the sand and you can see it.

very conspicuous.

In less than 10 minutes, the bag was already full, and the trainers around, looking around, most of them also gained a lot.

This is not difficult to see from their gradually relaxed expressions.

And for a few topaz, they will not start a conflict, so up to now, all the trainers have jointly maintained a peaceful atmosphere.

There is no meaning of dispute.

At least not on the surface!
Maybe there are still some conflicts of interests in the dark, but at least no one has really stepped forward to break the superficial calm.

Liangmu also pretended to be blind, anyway, his goal was, as long as he could get into the top [-].

Don't perform too badly, and don't be too good. It's best to be silent, so that everyone doesn't pay attention to yourself, and you can get the professional certificate.

He felt from the bottom of his heart that there was no need for him to participate in this kind of unprovoked dispute in the assessment.

Unfortunately, he thinks so, but others don't.

After about an hour or so, several topaz stones had already reached a considerable scale, and at this time, the first competition finally started.

This is a tragic fight between six people.

Three people formed an alliance, six people, and twelve elves. The battle left a large open space in the center, and no one dared to approach easily, for fear of being affected.

"How do you choose this time to fight?"

Good wood puzzled.

He noticed that there were already more than one group of alliances around him, and he was salivating for the spoils of their two groups.
He can almost guarantee that once the battle on their side is over, no matter which side is the victor, he will not want to monopolize the victories of both sides. On the contrary, their victories will be taken away by other alliances.

Both of them were wounded, and they were unable to fight back in the face of any alliance.

With the mentality of staying away from disputes, Liangmu quietly fled away, while not forgetting to collect the citrine within sight.

But at this moment, a scream suddenly sounded not far away.

Liang Mu heard the prestige and looked over, seeing a crowd of people surrounding him, he hesitated for a moment, and took a few steps.

But before he took a step, he saw, in the middle of the crowd, a man was inserting his hand into the sand, and there were two strange bite marks on his wrist, dripping with blood.

Not far from the man, there was a snake of indistinguishable race, its whole body was black, most of its body was hidden in the sand, but its head was raised high.

A look full of fighting spirit.

"This snake." Liangmu was sure that it was an ordinary snake, not any kind of elf, but immediately after, he discovered another problem.

The blood at the wound of the bitten man was rapidly changing from bright red to jet black, and even the color of his skin near the wound was also changing to black, and his entire wrist seemed to be swollen twice.

It looked pretty scary.

"It's poisonous." At this moment, Liangmu finally remembered the deep meaning of what the examiners said before.

In this wilderness, there are many dangers that can kill people, so don't limit your attention to the elves.

Pay more attention to other things around you, even if it's just an inconspicuous weed.
The man's screams lasted about five seconds, and he rolled his eyes, and fell stiffly on the sand.

At the same time, as the sky darkened, a warrior eagle flew overhead. A middle-aged trainer jumped off the warrior eagle, pushed aside the crowd, and walked to the man.

He tested his pulse with his fingers, and then lay his head on the man's chest to feel his heartbeat.

Immediately afterwards, he decisively took off the ID badge on the man.

"He is dead!"

The middle-aged trainer drew the dagger from his waist, and the attack was as quick as lightning. With one swing, the head of the poisonous snake was chopped off. The head of the snake was on the ground, even though it was broken, it still jumped twice.

As if wanting to attack the middle-aged trainer.

But the middle-aged trainer ignored it, and directly thrust the dagger into the ground, stuck it in the head of the poisonous snake, pierced it directly, and firmly nailed it to the ground.

Then he stood up, waved his hand, and called the warrior eagle down. He carried the man's body on his own, and jumped onto the back of the warrior eagle with ease.

His gaze coldly scanned the rest of the candidates below.

"Wish you guys good luck"

Before leaving, he left such a sentence.

It wasn't until this time that the candidates around realized what had just happened. A poisonous snake came out of nowhere and bit a candidate to death.

The middle-aged trainer's rescue was considered timely.

It took no more than ten seconds for the examinee to arrive when he was injured, but the examinee still died. What does this mean?Once this poisonous snake is bitten, it is impossible to survive!
Everyone was shocked to an indescribable degree.

But at the same time, he became more cautious about the next actions. When he started to pick up topaz, he would observe for a long time before doing it.

What's more, some took off their tops and covered their entire palms.

They soon realized that their real enemies in this wilderness were not these competitors around them, but some primitive creatures in the wilderness.

After all, although competitors will attack him, they will definitely not be dead.

The goal of everyone competing for spoils is to pass this assessment, but to put it bluntly, what if they fail?Anyway, the assessment is conducted once a month, and if you fail this time, there will be another time.

But if you accidentally get attacked by some dangerous primitive creatures here, especially poisonous creatures
Then he would have no chance to start all over again.
Really will die!

The death of someone was a wake-up call for all candidates. They gradually grew a little more in awe of the wilderness in front of them, and became more vigilant.
But even so, there are still people who have not avoided death.

This time it was not a poisonous snake, but a kind of ant.

The sand under his feet suddenly formed a small bag, and then the fine sand in the small bag slid around and exploded.

Thousands of ants, only the size of a little fingernail, came out of the dirt bag.

Almost in the blink of an eye, six or seven trainers were left with only bones. This was thanks to the sharp-eyed trainer next to him who discovered it at the first time and burned all the ants to death with the fire spirit as a result of.

If the trainer didn't respond in a timely manner, it is very likely that he and more trainers will be devoured by this kind of ants.

Such consequences are unbearable for everyone.

(End of this chapter)