What if I become an elf?

Chapter 139 Baiye Town

After the catastrophe hundreds of years ago, humans retreated to a corner of the world.

The alliance has built huge main cities one after another, centered on the few high-level Pokémon left in the organization.

It resists the powerful attack of nightmare Pokémon and provides shelter for humans who are fleeing like wild dogs.

Over the years, under the alliance's targeted training, more and more powerful elite trainers have come to the fore, contributing to the prosperity and survival of mankind.

The nightmare Pokémon also seemed to have gradually passed the excitement period when they were just infected.

Offensives weakened, and groups attacked cities less and less frequently.

The surviving humans multiplied rapidly, using the alliance's elite trainers to explore the land they had conquered, and built large gathering places like satellites surrounding the main human city.

Baiye Town is one of them.

Although the name is "town", Baiye Town is actually just a village.

Baiye Town is located in the northwest of "Qibao City", one of the nine major human cities, and is adjacent to the Cologne Wasteland.

The Coron Wasteland, formerly a hunting area built by humans, is home to a large number of Pokémon.

Therefore, in the early stages of the invasion of nightmare seeds, it caused great trouble to humans.

But also because it is a "hunting zone", there are no overly powerful lord Pokémon produced in it, and most of them are ordinary elves with low strength.

Therefore, after the alliance recovered, the Cologne Plains became the primary target for trainers to explore.

In recent years, under official governance, the outer areas of the Cologne Wasteland have been designated as safe zones.

Baiye Town was thus established.

"boom"

Al jumped down gently from the tree, his short white-blond hair glowing with a warm luster under the setting sun.

Fine beads of sweat seeped out of his pores, covering his immature face.

He tightened the wooden basket filled with fresh fruits in his hand, and his emerald green pupils revealed a look of satisfaction.

Al raised his head and glanced up.

There, the brilliant purple-red sunset has filled most of the sky.

Knowing that it was already late, Al hurriedly walked towards home, opened his legs and ran quickly.

The shadow of the night gradually enveloped the earth, and a quiet and dangerous darkness quietly spread from the surroundings.

Al's heart was beating wildly. This was the first time he came home so late.

Thinking of those fantasy stories his father told him before going to bed,

Then I thought about the scolding from my mother that would definitely come like a rainstorm,

Anxious emotions could not help but fill Al's heart.

"Pfft, pfft."

Rapid footsteps sounded in the forest.

Finally, curls of smoke with a strong smell of fireworks rose from the sky in front of us, which was blocked by the dense tree canopy.

The wooden gate of the village also caught Al's eyes from a distance.

"call"

With a long breath of relief,

Panting, Al raised his left hand and wiped the sweat from his already flushed face.

With an expression of joy, he jumped and ran over.

"Al, why are you back?"

On some narrow roads in the village,

A rickety old man with white beard and hair, leaning on a cane, asked kindly.

"Grandpa Village Chief"

Al said hello in a lively tone, and at the same time, he lifted the full fruit basket in his hand in the direction of the other party.

The village chief smiled and nodded, the fine wrinkles between his brows blending together.

"It's getting late, go home quickly"

"Um"

He responded vigorously,

Al's somewhat thin body quickly jumped past the old man.

The gentle breeze that passed by slightly blew the corners of the village chief's loose clothes.

Looking at the figure quickly disappearing in front of him, the village chief smiled fondly and shook his head.

He turned around, leaned on crutches again, lowered his head, and started walking slowly step by step.

But in his sunken eyes and cloudy pupils,

The original kindness and warmth disappeared,

Instead, there was a deep feeling of worry.

In the houses on both sides of the road, the noisy sounds of children playing linger in my ears;

In the evening, the aroma of food spreading from the chimney fills the air;

The setting sun casts its golden twilight over this remote and narrow village;

The plain and warm feeling of the human world is vividly revealed under this sunset scene.

But at this time, the village chief was in no mood to appreciate the beauty in front of him.

Walking on the somewhat deserted street with a hunched body, he revealed that he was deeply worried.

Stopping, a wooden house appeared in front of you.

Compared with the surrounding country bungalows with white walls and black tiles, this wooden house seems a bit out of place, as if it is not in the same style.

Rough and crude wooden boards, loose and peeling rusty nails, and mottled and blurry glass

There are various indications that the owner of this wooden house is not a meticulous village resident.

Perhaps the only bright spot in the entire wooden house is the red and white Poké Ball logo nailed to the door frame.

"tatter"

The village chief bent his withered fingers and knocked lightly on the wooden door, making a crisp sound.

"come"

A rough-voiced greeting sounded in the house,

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of dull footsteps, accompanied by the noise of creaking wooden boards.

The wooden door was opened,

What caught the eye of the village chief was a tall man with thick eyebrows whose appearance matched his voice.

Thick dark brown beard clings to the chin and grows randomly;

On his naked upper body, knotted muscles bulged, and several hideous scars could be faintly found on his dark skin.

"village head."

The bearded man greeted the old man.

Then he opened the door completely and got out of the way.

The village chief nodded, silently walked in with his cane.

The interior layout of the wooden house is as simple as its appearance.

There is a single wooden bed with a thin quilt, two chairs surrounding a dining table, and several thick books with unclear titles stacked on top.

In the corner, an iron pot with the lid closed is sitting on the stove, steaming "Gurgling", cooking something.

Judging from the unpleasant smell permeating the wooden house, the food cooked in the iron pot should not be an appetizing delicacy.

His cloudy eyes scanned the wooden house, and the village chief pulled out a wooden chair and sat down.

"What's the matter?"

The bearded man walked to the stove, opened the pot lid and took a look inside.

He stroked his beard on his chin and joked

"You can't come to my place just to have a meal, right?"

The village chief sat quietly, saying nothing, with his hands folded on his crutches.

silence,

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.

The bearded man's eyes changed, and he knew that the village chief was looking for something to do with him.

Wiping his greasy hands on his pants, he pulled out the chair and sat across from the village chief.