Pokemon phobia

The long-haired, light-brown guard captain turned a deaf ear to Carlos' words, commanded the surrounding elves to cast forbidden magic spells at the same time, and escorted him back to the center of the elf forest.

Here, the only growing plant is a tree - a giant tree over a thousand feet high.

On the dark, moist soil, the tree was dazzlingly white.Its branches are as shiny and clean as carved white jade, and the countless translucent wide leaves are like the wings on the back of the high elves.Thousands of long beards quietly hanging down from the branches all have large and small light clusters hanging on the ends-there are still unborn high elves sleeping deep inside.

It is the world tree regarded as the mother god by the high elves.

Numerous high elves stared at Carlos, surrounded him through dozens of miles of strange black soil to a small wooden house with exquisite workmanship on the roots of the giant white jade tree.

"Your Highness, your residence is here." The captain of the guard bowed slightly and extended his hand as a gesture of invitation.

Carlos looked at him expressionlessly, and then his eyes slowly swept across the faces of all the guards around him.The expressions of the hundreds of high elves were either completely indifferent, secretly envious, or displeased... none of them showed any kindness.

That's right, after all, his behavior of fleeing hundreds of times in the past nine months is enough to make the high elves who admire the elf mother tree lose all goodwill.

Without saying a word, Carlos withdrew his gaze and pushed open the door of the wooden house and walked in.

Seeing that he didn't make any more troubles, the captain of the guard was relieved.He led his subordinates towards the periphery, and the light blue short-haired elf beside him frowned and asked in a low voice, "Captain, who is this holy son? He wants to leave after being able to touch the mother god every day. It's really outrageous."

The captain of the guard shook his head slightly.

The short-haired elf frowned even tighter: "Then what is the 'Holy Son'?"

The captain of the guard glanced at him and said in a low voice after a moment of silence: "I really don't know. After all, there has never been a 'holy son' among us high elves before. But since the mother god said it, we can't question it."

At this time, the silver-haired elf in the wooden house was leaning against the carved wooden door, and stomped hard on the white jade-like tree root under his feet.A gust of wind rang softly, and it sounded like someone was laughing.

Carlos' face was sullen, and his light brown pupils suddenly turned into dazzling gold, and the terrifying magic power fluctuations that could be compared to the combined efforts of hundreds of elves erupted in an instant.An illusory golden silk screen enveloped the entire wooden house, completely dispelling the vague sense of prying eyes.

Outside the wooden house, the gentle wind swirled around a few times, and then seemed to dissipate reluctantly.

Realizing that World Tree had given up the surveillance, the dark and gloomy expression on Carlos' face subsided.He let out a breath slowly and looked ahead calmly.His eyes have no focal length, as if he can see the scene thousands of miles away through countless obstacles.

"Tayron..."

Carlos gathered his transparent wings, his eyes were half closed, and strange energy fluctuations suddenly appeared all over his body.His figure gradually shrunk, turning into an eagle with silver-white feathers little by little, but at the moment when he was about to succeed, a crisp sound like glass shattering suddenly sounded inside his body.

He groaned in pain, and his appearance quickly returned to his original high elf appearance.At this time, his right arm was twisting abnormally, and even the white bone balls pierced the white skin and exposed it. Transparent silver blood gushed out from the wound and flowed down the elbow.

"Life revival." Carlos uttered a healing spell and attached it to his wound, silently watching the terrifying wound grow and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It hurts...Taylor." He muttered to himself, with a forced smile on his lips.

"What on earth did you... go through to create this terrible transfiguration?"

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Tai Lun put down the empty teacup, stood up and said goodbye: "Thank you for the tea."

"You're welcome." Shade said with a smile.

He watched Tai Lun's back disappear at the corner of the stairs, and then walked back to the coffee table, looking at the pocket watch with tenderness.

"Yina, have you seen him?" Xia De stroked the face of the human woman on the pocket watch, brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly, and then pressed the cold metal surface against his forehead.

"If we have a child, it will probably be like him, right?"

On the other side, Tyron had already returned to his room.He sat by the window, looking out at the barely visible Farlo Mountains in the distance.

The cool night wind poured in from the window, blowing his black hair back, Tai Lun's light purple eyes narrowed slightly, and Xia De's words just now came to his ears again.

He had never heard of the name...

However, there are only less than 12 high elves in the whole family who will seriously remember each of their compatriots.Xia De left the Elven Forest ten years ago, and when he first met Carlos, it has been [-] years now.

So how is it possible?

Could it be that the elf who suddenly broke into his life was deceiving him?

Tyron didn't know the answer, and wanted to ask Carlos himself, but he couldn't get close to the forest of elves.

He still clearly remembers the only horrible encounter he had when he went to the Elven Forest - that was more than 200 years ago, when he was in the most difficult and embarrassing time of his long life, all the civilization forces of Azra They were all instigated to join forces to arrest him.

Forced to self-seal most of his power, he has almost nowhere to escape.

In desperation, he disguised himself as a human being and hid low-key under the name "Arthur".It's a pity that not long after, during a hiring mission to the forest of elves, he was inexplicably ordered to be hunted down by the world tree that knew everything and didn't intervene in the secular world in the mouth of bards.The high elves, treants, and druids who received the order all attacked him like crazy. In order to save his life under the arrows of the high elves, he had to expose his power far beyond the limit of human beings.

Later, this incident was circulated by bards in countless versions of peachy stories, making Arthur the name of "the legendary mercenary king" and "the strongest human warrior" by countless people who didn't know anything. The human beings spread the word everywhere, so that he could only bury this identity himself in the end.

More than 200 years have passed, and he can't remember the thrill and fear at the time, but that forest has long been listed as a forbidden place in his heart.

Fortunately, he is now far stronger than he was back then, and he has found a theoretically feasible method to block the perception of the elf mother tree...

The only thing missing is a batch of priceless magic materials.