fight elves

He Zhongyue picked up a small shovel and turned over the soil in the two flower pots without plants among the four flower pots.

In less than half a cup of tea, eight persimmon fruit seeds emerged from the soil.

The condition of the seeds does not look good. There is a vague white mist attached to the surface of the eight seeds, which seems to have failed to materialize.

"I did not add egg shells to these two pots. The seeds could not absorb enough energy, so the materialization process seemed to have encountered difficulties." He Zhongyue lowered her head and thought for a moment, then went back to the room and took out the eggs from the refrigerator. After breaking them, Egg shells are buried in the bottom of the two flower pots in the middle.

After covering them with soil again, He Zhongyue observed the three persimmon trees full of fruit in the flower pot on the far right again.

In the center of the rightmost flower pot, which is the only one with eggshells added, three 1.5-meter-high emerald green fruit trees are clustered together. Each tree has four pink fruits that look like curved hooks.

Each of these fruits is as big as a fist and exudes an alluring aroma, which greatly increases one's appetite.

He Zhongyue was not in a hurry to pick the fruits. He took out the purple gold bricks from his pocket and then picked the fruits calmly.

Then He Zhongyue used the "scan" function of the purple gold tile to point at the persimmon fruit and quickly clicked it into twelve persimmon fruits.

So far, He Zhongyue has twelve complete card-formed persimmon fruits in his hands.

After confirming that it was feasible to grow persimmon fruit in the real world, He Zhongyue struck while the iron was hot and planted Lingyu fruit and Taotao fruit respectively.

Lingyu fruit is used to relieve the elves from sleeping, while Taotao fruit is used to treat poisoning.

The three types of tree fruits currently held by He Zhongyue are being planted one after another.

Riolu couldn't intervene, so he had to sit cross-legged on a stone bench five or six meters away from He Zhongyue, waiting for He Zhongyue to plant the fruit.

The process of planting tree fruits took some effort from He Zhongyue. Half an hour later, He Zhongyue and Riolu hurriedly left the yard and embarked on the road to find suitable grass-type elves.

Fuqing City is mountainous and the distribution between towns is relatively scattered. He Zhongyue considered the living environment of grass-type elves and planned to search for them in nearby mountains.

In the following time, He Zhongyue ordered Riolu to use waveguides to search for grass-type elves on the mountainside, but suddenly heard several sharp collisions.

Riolu's expression changed slightly, and he moved his body, and the black pads of his feet stepped on He Zhongyue's insteps accurately.

"...Riolu, take your feet off." He Zhongyue saw that Riolu's feet were motionless and his dog's head was staring at the source of the sound with a serious look on his face, so he called out to Riolu in a low voice.

However, Riolu, who looked focused, didn't seem to hear He Zhongyue's shouting, and was completely attracted by the scene in front of him.

He Zhongyue was stunned and looked in Riolu's direction.

I saw elves with different attributes confronting each other on both sides of the grass ahead.

One was a dark brown larva about thirty centimeters long, covered in black and gray, with a mass of white hair on its neck, and black poisonous powder on the surrounding hair.

This is the insect-type Elf White Butterfly. Yesterday morning when the Rattata rioted and attacked the human city, He Zhongyue had witnessed a greedy White Butterfly being killed.

The white butterfly in front of me swings three pairs of light brown short legs in a majestic manner. On top of its huge head are three white antennae.

The insect-type fairy white butterfly has an incisor exposed from its mouth, and it is constantly spitting out snow-white filaments.

There are five elves on the other side, the size of a human head, and they look like germinating oval castor seeds. They have a pair of big watery eyes, and their bodies are yellow with three brown lines running through their faces. Graffiti makeup similar to holiday festivals.

"Grass attribute elf sun seed." He Zhongyue recognized the origin of the castor bean-like elf.

Race value is an important indicator of the position of an elf in the food chain in the elf world.

It is equivalent to determining which level the elves are located in an ecosystem composed of insects, mice, cats, wolves, tigers and other creatures in the real world.

In most cases, a higher race value means that this type of elf has a stronger ability to survive in the elf world.

Sunseed is the elf with the lowest racial value among the grass attribute elf.

This means it is at the bottom of the food chain in the ecosystem.

Unlike Rattata, the Elf Sunseed is not a carnivorous elf. It can survive only by drinking the morning dew stored on the back of the leaves.

It is said that some sun seeds only rely on morning dew and eat nothing else. For lazy trainers, cultivating sun seeds is very worry-free.

Of course, as the existence with the lowest racial value among the grass-type elves, most sun seeds are very weak. Even if they are attacked, they will only shake the leaves desperately, so few people are willing to cultivate them.

At this moment, White Butterfly and Sunseed seemed to have not noticed He Zhongyue and Riolu, and they continued to send out various energies to collide with each other, fighting fiercely.

Five Sunseeds and a White Butterfly were fighting happily. The former had a large number of people and seemed to have the upper hand.

Riolu pointed at the sun seed and was about to ask a question when he suddenly found that its foot had been stepping on He Zhongyue's instep. He couldn't help but be shocked, "Why did you put your foot under my foot? It scared me."

"You son of a bitch, you stepped on my foot and even hit me with a rake. You are really good at it." He Zhongyue rolled her eyes and said angrily.

As soon as He Zhongyue finished speaking, the elves on both sides who were fighting fiercely in front finally noticed their presence, and immediately stopped and cautiously took a few steps back.

Riolu shrugged, turned his head and used the waveguide to ask He Zhongyue, "How about the sun seeds? There seem to be a lot of grass-type elves. Do you want to recruit them?"

He Zhongyue came out this time to find a suitable grass attribute elf. This new elf must not only play the role of a doctor in the team, but also learn how to cultivate tree fruits.

"You're not mistaken, of course the elves who want to join my team must be the most beautiful elves." He Zhongyue squinted and glanced at the two sides in front of the truce, "Those with low race values ​​like Sun Seeds are useless. Elves have no fighting power at all. If the trainer chooses to train trash elves, even the beauty in me will be tarnished."

"Oh..." Riolu nodded, and the waveguide on his body was revealed inadvertently.

"Crack!"

Several loud noises came from the forest, and the confronting White Butterfly and Sunseed saw a flash of blue light on Riolu's body, and the waveguide bypassed He Zhongyue and shot out in all directions.

Countless trees suddenly twisted and shattered. Under Riolu's powerful fighting energy, the nearby ground cracked, leaving the entire forest riddled with holes and a mess.

The energy released by Riolu also affected the white butterflies and sun seeds.

The two elves let out strange screams of fear and looked for places to hide.

At some point, the black-gray white butterfly hid alone in a tree hole, the white hair on its head trembling with fear.

On the other side, the situation of the sun seeds is not much better. The leaves on their five heads are connected together, their bodies are close together, their pupils are dull, their heads are drooped, and they look listless.

"Since you don't like these elves, then I'll kill them all." Just as White Butterfly and Sunseed were stunned and frightened, Riolu suddenly spoke, his tone gradually becoming colder.