Pokémon: The Climb

The sky was bright and Yang Yan slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

I don’t know whether it was luck or whether those Pokémon had to rest at night, but the night attack that Yang Yan expected did not happen.

After eating, the team set off again.

……

Before I knew it, 3 days had passed.

Yang Yan, who was riding on the flaming horse, showed a thoughtful expression from time to time.

"No, something is wrong. Why are the number of Pokémon so much less than before?"

Yang Yan still remembers the scene when he was besieged when he first came here. It happened from time to time during the subsequent exploration, but for some reason, it has not happened even once after being here for 3 days.

Each time their opponents only had one group, and even if Yangyan specifically chose to stay for a while after the battle, no other Pokémon heard the news and came over.

This is very telling.

At first, he thought it was the other four teams that attracted the attention of those Pokémon during the operation, but after he exchanged information with Gardevoir and asked the investigation team to conduct a large-scale investigation, he discovered that the reason was actually very simple.

There aren't many ethnic groups here.

It doesn’t look like much at first glance, but it’s anything but unusual in this place.

Yang Yanke clearly remembered the hard work of constantly changing his route in order to avoid the attention of those Pokémon during his previous actions.

"Could it be that Yveltal is about to wake up and those Pokémon have received the news and are going to see the boss?" Yang Yan made a random guess.

There has to be a reason for these guys to disappear, right?

If he wasn't killed, he was transferred.

But why are they moving? Where was it transferred again?

Not to mention that Yang Yan didn't know about this problem, even Gardevoir, who grew up here, encountered this situation for the first time and couldn't figure it out.

But they all believe that by heading eastward, they will eventually find the reason.

The trouble is that the training schedule of these 200 Pokémon has been greatly affected.

Due to the limited intensity of the battle, many of them have a contemptuous mentality that although the battle is a bit dangerous, it is nothing more than that.

Once this kind of mentality is finalized, you will definitely suffer big losses in the future.

But there is no way, no matter how much Yang Yan explains, it can't compare to the actual actual experience.

This situation lasted until 7 days, which was when the first round of training duration set by Gardevoir was completed.

Watching Gardevoir and 200 Pokémon pass through the transmission channel one after another, Yang Yan left the independent space of the unknown totem expressionlessly.

He jumped onto the back of the flaming horse.

"let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, Elledo, Lizard King, Flame Chicken, etc. opened the way in front. Crossed Bat and Iron-faced Ninja broke through the air and left, while Charizard and Mahuola escorted them forward.

Yang Yan did not leave with the large army because he wanted to investigate the reason why this space became like this.

Not only was Gardevoir ordered, but he himself also wanted to find out where so many Pokémon had gone.

Without the encumbrance of a large army, Yang Yan took his Pokémon and galloped all the way. The Pokémon groups that he occasionally encountered on the way were all swept away by his devastating methods.

He was very fast, and in less than 3 days, he covered a distance that the previous large group had traveled for a week.

And now, he finally found the Pokémon that disappeared before.

Just their corpses.

What does the endless mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood look like? Who has really seen it?

Yang Yan sees it now!

Broken limbs and broken arms, blood-stained ground, and a fishy smell rising to the sky.

It was so shocking that even the soul was stagnant!

"This……"

Even though Yang Yan had killed many Pokémon, there would not be so many corpses in one battle. So even though he thought he could face the bloody scene calmly, he realized at this moment that he was still naive.

It's not that the scenes he encountered weren't big enough or that he didn't see enough corpses, it was just that he had never really encountered any big scenes.

Smoothing his chest with his hands over and over again, Yang Yan finally regained his composure.

At the same time, he noticed at a glance that his Pokémon were also shocked, with Elledo the most among them.

After all, it has little combat experience, and it has just "debuted" to encounter such a "once-in-a-hundred-year" mountain of corpses and sea of ​​​​blood, and it is almost inevitable that its soul will be washed white.

But what's rare is that it can still hold on without spitting it out directly.

Yang Yan nodded slightly, looking forward more and more to what kind of brilliance Elureduo would shine after "surviving this calamity".

"Alureduo, the battle you will face in the future is likely to be more cruel than before. Can you still lead everyone to victory?"

Yang Yan shouted.

He knew that with Eluredo's character, there was no need for words such as comfort. He should stimulate it now and mobilize its passion for fighting, so that it could realize the cruelty of war as early as possible and mature its mentality as soon as possible.

"Elu!"

Elledo slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were completely different from before.

The pure innocence disappeared, replaced by eyes that became more determined after the ups and downs.

"Flaming chicken, fire-breathing dragon, flaming horse, Heiluga spraying flames!"

Although he knew that these Pokémon were here, he didn't know why they died in groups. Yang Yan needed to find the truth, and for this he needed to open, or burn a way out.

You have to ask Yang Yan what it feels like to have ashes at his feet, with corpses on both sides as far as the eye can see.

He may tell you: It stinks and is full of burnt smell...

In the process of moving forward, every moment is suffering. Yang Yan has never felt that time has been so slow.

It was so slow that even if an hour had passed, he felt as if a lifetime had passed.

"Huh... I thought we really couldn't get to the end!"

Yang Yan's complaints, combined with his pale face, were really weak, and no one wanted to laugh.

"keep going!"

The scene in front of him was much better, at least there wasn't even a tree in sight anymore, and corpses weren't scattered all over the ground.

"How did these Pokémon die? Who killed them?" Full of curiosity, Yang Yan once again embarked on a journey to find answers.

I don't know if all those Pokémon have been killed, but Yang Yan has not been attacked once.

Until 3 hours later.

Suddenly there was the sound of fighting not far away.

"Come over and help!"

Even without evidence, Yang Yan immediately concluded that the battle was related to the Crossed Bat and the Iron Mask Ninja.

"Bi Diao, air blade!"

Before he arrived, Yang Yan heard the roar of a middle-aged man.

"somebody is coming?!"

Yang Yan, who hadn't been in contact with anyone for 3 months, suddenly didn't know how to describe his feelings.

"Crossword Bat, Iron Mask Ninja, come back!"

When they were fighting in the forest, it was often difficult for Yang Yan to know their specific locations, so he could only call them back by shouting.

Although he didn't know who the person who just spoke was, Yang Yan thought it would be better to get in touch with the other person first. If someone from the Kanto Alliance came to look for him, it would be difficult to deal with them in a fight.