elf is by my side

"Laplace, keep going!"

Yan Weiai's instruction made the instructor frown slightly.

Yan Weiai's order this time is too much of a gamble.

Once Laplace fails to hold on and his singing skills are interrupted, it means that Laplace will withstand the attack of the high-speed stars in vain.

The way to pursue stability is to use other long-range skills to block high-speed stars.

But in this way, Xiao Ai's advantage of attacking first will be gone, and the two sides will return to their original confrontational posture, and even Yan Weiai will be at a disadvantage.

After all, using singing also requires physical strength.

However, Yan Weiai won the bet this time.

Laplace braced against the impact of the high-speed stars with his fins, and finally showed his beautiful singing voice to everyone with difficulty.

There was a flash of astonishment in the instructor's eyes, and then he took a deep look at Yan Wei'ai.

He had a hunch that Laplace's ability to survive the impact of the high-speed star and sing might not be as simple as luck.

...water splashes...

On the field, accompanied by Laplace's siren-like singing, the fire elf yawned softly, curled up his fiery red tail, curled up his body, and fell asleep.

The experienced instructors did not shout loudly like the young trainers.

This kind of sleep caused by elf skills is useless just by calling. It must be strongly stimulated by the outside world, such as the impact of skills, to wake up.

but……

"Don't think of me too simply! Talking in your sleep!"

Sleep Talk: You can randomly use a learned skill while sleeping.

As soon as the instructor finished speaking, the fire elf straightened up reflexively, and spewed out a large amount of purple fog.

Yan Weiai's eyes shrank, it was cloudy fog!

Seeing the turbid fog slowly moving towards Laplace under the control of the fire elves, the instructor explained to Yan Weiai while laughing.

"Because we need to explore all kinds of dangerous secret places, we will definitely face all kinds of abnormal states, so in the army, like talking in sleep, hiccups are basically skills that must be learned."

Yan Weiai pursed her lips, "Taught."

The instructor smiled and said: "It's nothing, you will learn it naturally when you are exploring in the wild, I just teach you a lesson in advance."

It was just that the instructor added silently in his heart.

'It's just that people who can't learn this lesson either don't choose to become trainers, or leave this world forever. '

On the field, even though the fire elves were still asleep, the turbid fog was still under the control of the fire elves, slowly moving towards Laplace.

Yan Weiai gave the order coldly, "Frozen Wind."

Laplace spewed out the freezing wind, and the freezing wind and the turbid fog on the field were glued to each other. Even under the continuous output of Laplace, the turbid fog tended to spread backwards.

The instructor said in a deep voice, "Talk in your sleep!"

The instructor is actually very helpless, the skills that can be used in sleep are nothing more than talking in sleep and snoring.

However, in this case, the role of snoring may not be true, but it is indeed very insignificant.

The instructor could only choose to gamble and see what skills the fire elf would use.

Fortunately, the instructor's luck was not bad. Watching the fire spirit quickly inhale the air, the temperature on the field also rose accordingly.

The instructor clenched his fist and shouted excitedly: "Jet flames!"

"Ow!!!"

Accompanied by the instructor's roar, the fire elf immediately spit out high-temperature flames from its mouth.

Because the fire elf has a fire bag in its body, it can transform the inhaled air into the fire bag to create a 1700° flame, and in order not to let the temperature of the fire bag be too high to hurt itself, the fluffy body hair of the elf will dissipate heat into the air .

This is also the basis for the instructor to judge which move the fire elf uses.

The jet of flames is like a fire dragon with its head raised, heading straight towards the turbid fog area.

Before Yan Weiai and Laplace could react, the jet of flame immediately reacted with the turbid fog.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang in the whole venue, and what caught the eyes of the onlookers was a violent explosion.

Sparks flew and smoke rose into the sky.

The entire scene was full of thick smoke, and the students who were watching were not in vain. Knowing that the thick smoke at the scene must be accompanied by a large amount of poisonous gas from the turbid fog, they all retreated slowly in an orderly manner.

Students who have grass-type elves in their hands will also release them to purify the air.

However, the movements of the surrounding students did not affect the two people who were confronting each other on the field.

The fire elf whimpered, wondering if he was frightened by the explosion. The fire elf woke up from his lethargic state, and looked at everything in front of him in bewilderment.

Fire Spirit: (*√*)

"Yo, Fire Spirit, you finally woke up."

The instructor greeted the fire spirit kindly, "How about sleeping?"

As expected of a fire elf, the fire elf shook his fur, and immediately regained his radiant look.

And Yan Weiai bit her lips lightly, her cold face also revealed anxiety at this time.

Because the turbid fog was not far from Laplace, the violent explosion easily swept Laplace into it.

Yan Weiai took a deep breath, calm down, she must be calm at this time.

Yan Weiai kept reminding herself in her heart, her eyes scanned the field, and her brain was constantly judging the situation in the field.

Yan Weiai shouted loudly, "Laplace, drop of life."

Droplet of Life: Sprays water that can restore the physical strength of oneself and allies.

"Woo~"

Laplace in the dense fog responded to Yan Weiai with a sound.

Then, small raindrops continued to spread in the dense fog, and Laplace also responded with a comfortable cry.

Apparently the Life Drops worked.

"I got you! Fire spirit, flame vortex!"

"what!"

The instructor was obviously prepared early on. Seeing that Laplace's position was exposed from the thick fog, he immediately let the fire elves launch an attack.

The vortex of flames swept over Laplace's body. Laplace had no ability to move on land, so he could only be trapped in the bondage of the flames, and couldn't help howling.

Yan Weiai's face darkened.

"Hurry up, Laplace breaks the flame vortex with the wave of water."

"It's too late, girl. Let the fire elves deal with it, brute force!"

"Laplace!"

However, Labras, who was bound by the flame vortex, just shattered the flame with the wave of water.

However, as soon as Laplace raised his head, he realized that at some point, the fire spirit had already rushed in front of him.

The fire elf's body also reveals a strange red light.

He just wanted to spray the hot guy away with a water gun, but before he could use it, his eyes went dark and he didn't know anything.

Outside the arena, Yan Weiai looked at Laplace who had fallen into a coma on the field, with a gloomy face, clenched her bare hands, and took Laplace back without saying a word.

The instructor scratched his head, confused as to what to do next.

There are those who have nothing in the army. If you lose, you lose, and you don't need others to comfort you at all.

There is no way, the instructor can only comfort a few words clumsily.

Yan Weiai's face was calm, and nothing unusual could be seen, but a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.