Pokemon phobia

Carlos half-kneeled on the ground, looking calmly at the high elves running around who ignored him.

There were two elf guards passing by, and one of them gave Carlos a second look. Carlos looked back casually, and stuffed a handful of grass into his mouth to chew.

The elf guard frowned: "Whose is this young deer?"

Another elf also looked back, and urged: "It probably belongs to Druktis, that guy doesn't always pick up some injured animals. Leave it alone! We must find His Highness the Son quickly. "

"Holy Son... Hey, why does he always give us trouble!"

"Who knows."

Carlos waited for the two guards to go away, spit the grass in his mouth onto the ground expressionlessly, got up and wandered slowly outside.His calm pace seemed so incompatible with everything around him, but none of the elves noticed his mistake, and at most they sighed that this young deer is really brave.

But it's not surprising that they are brave. Animals that have lived in the forest of elves for a long time can almost develop such a temperament-the high elves never take the initiative to kill.

Carlos looked at the turmoil around him, and thought to himself: It might be a bit difficult to move to the periphery without suspicion, and it will take more time.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he is close enough to the periphery, he can forcefully break through.The forest of elves is so big, he didn't believe that he would meet the ancient tree man as unlucky as last time.

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"Speaking of which, Tyron, you are really powerful." Digo admired while gnawing on the chicken breast, "If I were to face that dragon instead, I might not be able to stand still."

"Hey, I think so too, but considering Tyron's perverted strength...it's nothing strange." Walker echoed.

Tai Lun turned over the barbecue in his hand, shook his head and said, "Actually, that sub-dragon's blood is not pure, and it's not very powerful."

Walker raised his eyebrows: "Are you being humble or showing off? I can tell that the dragon is definitely more than level seven!"

Miyaluo, who was sitting next to him, also added: "I think there are at least eight levels. Considering the fact that dragons are more powerful than other monsters, their ranks may be even higher."

In the end, Xia De came to a conclusion: "According to the standards of the Sage Tower, that sub-dragon is a ninth-level monster."

Tai Lun was blocked by their teamwork, and he said after a while: "I mean it. Although the sub-dragon seems to be the descendant of Gaosuor, in fact, according to historical records, Gaosuor was born in pure Among the blood dragons, it is not considered powerful. It is famous only because it is too high-profile and troublesome. Moreover, the strongest descendant of Gosur is the Gray Iron Dragon of Sosel. Not to that extent."

After he finished speaking, the mercenary team was silent for half a minute.

Mi Yaluo said with a toothache: "The tower is above, what is your background, Tyran? The gray iron dragons are no longer sub-dragons, well, all intelligent races in Azera recognize them as a brand new pure-blooded dragon ! They are terrifying existences that can reach at least eleventh level just by sleeping!"

Tai Lun paused, took out a knife and began to draw the cross on the barbecue.

He felt that several other people were looking at him with probing eyes, but he didn't regret saying this at all - even he didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart until now.

In Azera, the circulation of news is extremely slow.People can only give others their own knowledge through dictation and letters...and of course expensive magic props.In this process, the transmission methods other than photo magic will distort the truth of the information.

Interestingly, no matter what kind of creatures are used to bragging or expressing shock and admiration in exaggerated ways, the only ones who can be recognized by most people as fair and objective are some sages in the Sage Tower.This also means that no matter what he did, as long as he was not recorded with magic photo props, was not seen by those sages and written in a book, and did not leave any undeniable evidence, it is useless to be wanted Without his special status, it is basically impossible for him to attract too much attention from others.

This is also the reason why he was able to quickly accumulate wealth by making high-level magic items but gave up this shortcut.

But now, it is impossible to have any influence based on the dictation of these human beings, not to mention that he has used the identity of a half-elf as a disguise - if something goes wrong, just push it to the mutation of the half-elf blood.

The fat roasted by the fire dripped into the fire, making a slight "cracking" sound.

The light and shadow changed with the dance of the flames, illuminating Tai Lun's handsome face flickering.He slowly withdrew his hand and let the barbecue cool outside the fire: "I remember that the sage Aaron once wrote in the book that the gray iron dragon is a sub-dragon."

Miyaluo shrugged and said: "Then your news is 20 years behind. In the "Azera Top Warcraft Record" released by the Sage Tower 20 years ago, the gray iron dragon was redefined as a pure blood dragon... After all, those legends It's been a long time since a real dragon has been seen, and even the evil dragon Gosuol hasn't been seen for thousands of years."

Tai Lun was silent for a moment, then laughed lowly: "I see."

-

It took Carlos three hours to get to the outer defensive circle of the Elf Forest again.

The elf guards here were already densely packed to a frightening level, and it was impossible for him to continue approaching without arousing suspicion.

While Carlos was thinking about what to do, several nearby elves had noticed his presence.

"What's the matter with this deer?"

"I don't know. Hey, take it away. It won't be good if the fight affects it later."

"Okay, then you keep an eye on it, I'll send it inside."

Carlos looked at the elf walking straight towards him, and curled his lips helplessly.The folded wings behind him opened slightly, and an acceleration spell superimposed with a personal spell was released instantly. At the same time, the space cutting spell, which he improved again, also began to be cast.

Fast as lightning!

In less than a second, Carlos had rushed to the side of the protective circle.The elves who reacted behind were yelling in horror, "That deer is the Holy Son!", and there was a faint chuckle in the whistling wind in his ear—that kind of hallucination, but it lingered in his ears all the time. smiling.

Carlos half-closed his eyes, and the space cutting quickly tore apart the magic circle.He rushed out of this defense range with incomparable agility, but the bad feeling suppressed in his heart surged up again.Every time he heard the laughter of the elf mother tree, he was either already unlucky or about to be unlucky, and the tree dared to laugh at him now, it must be sure that he would not be able to escape again this time.

Landing outside the magic circle, Carlos was caught off guard as soon as he raised his head. Hundreds of pairs of big, small, black, brown, green...all looked straight into his eyes.

Carlos: "..."

Owners of hundreds of pairs of eyes: "Aooooooo!"

All kinds of animals that originally lived in peace suddenly rushed towards him, their figures elongated and deformed in mid-air, and soon turned into half-human translucent phantoms. Carlos made for a very bad experience.

"Boom boom-"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Bang! Bang! Boom—"

Three minutes later, Carlos, who was desperately intercepted by hundreds of druids, was caught again by the high elves who rushed over.

Serhidarna looked at Carlos who was imprisoned by the spell with a cold face and folded his arms, and didn't want to say anything.

The silver-haired elf was still panting violently, not sure if it was because of the fierce battle just now or because of being angry.He stared at the group of druids who had recovered their animal state, and could hardly suppress his anger: "Why are there so many druids!"

Druids are a subordinate race of the high elves, and are not directly conceived by the mother tree.They were originally magical beasts that were nourished by the breath of the world tree in the forest of elves and opened their intelligence. After death, they were given the power and second life of the high elves by the elf mother tree.They often live in symbiosis with treants, can freely switch between the normal and low-consumption monster state and elf-like state, are proficient in wood magic, and are regarded by the high elves as guardians wandering around the periphery of the elf forest.

But there are no treants here, so many druids gathered here must be caused by the elf mother tree!

How on earth did that tree know he would escape from here!

The captain of the elf guard stretched out his hand: "His Royal Highness, please."

They returned to the mother elf tree again, and unlike usual, the largest light cluster hanging on the mother elf tree happened to fall at this time.The long white beard that originally connected it to the mother tree gradually dissipated from the end, while the light cluster slowly fell, and then hovered in the air about one meter above the ground.

All the high elves and nearby animals watched this scene with bated breath.

The light cluster condensed little by little, and finally turned into a thin and light gauze covering the figure inside.Slowly, the halo representing overflowing magic power was subdued, and a handsome elf with black hair and black eyes appeared in front of him.He was wearing a black robe, and the little purple light in the night sky looked as beautiful as a galaxy; and the wings stretched from his back were gradually changing from black to transparent, and there were not many black parts, only one at the root of the wing A little bit, no different from other high elves.

The captain of the elf guard showed a sincere smile on his originally stern face, and he stepped forward to give his newborn companion a hug: "Welcome, my brother. You can call me Sahidarna."

The newborn elf was dazed for a moment, then came back to his senses, and hugged him back: "I'm Renolet."

Carlos didn't look at this touching welcome scene again, and went back to the cabin alone and sat down at the desk.The laughter of the elves outside the house gradually faded away. He took out a thick collection of ancient poetry from his bookshelf, and opened it carefully. Inside was a black silhouette he had drawn from memory.

It was a giant dragon with wings on its back, its horns were like knives, its wings were like a cover, and its head was raised slightly proudly.

He looked at it for a while, closed his eyes and gently pressed his forehead to the paper.

"Tayron..."