Pokemon phobia

Tai Lun laughed lowly, but the expression on his face was still cold.He raised his hand, and the bright sunshine that was not blocked by the clouds above the extreme northern glacier just quietly fell on the palm of his hand.His slender fingers slowly closed, but the light escaped from between the fingers like fine sand that could not be grasped, and the hand that had just been warmed by the sun cooled down again in the shadow cast by the fingers.

"You are the first high elf I have really come into contact with." Tyron looked down at his palm and said slowly, "Before I met you, I was like all the ignorant people who were confused by the stories of bards I believe that high elves are perfect companions. But after meeting you, my cognition was completely destroyed, and for a long, long time, I couldn't recover from this blow."

Tai Lun watched Gad Elf's face begin to show joy, and ruthlessly broke his fantasy: "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I care about you, but because you make me wonder how many things there are in this world." It's true. I once hated goblins because my Damanfin friends said it, and to some extent put that loathing into practice; A villain; I also helped the people to overthrow a lord because of his reputation for insensitivity and debauchery...but now that I think about it, I don't know if I was really right."

The Gard Elf couldn't stand it anymore, he condensed his wind spear and stabbed Tyrann's magic barrier to break through it, but found that he couldn't even pierce a small hole.He thumped the invisible barrier of repulsion forcefully and shouted: "Aaron, you bastard! What are you talking about now? Have you forgotten the good times we had in those two years?"

"Good times?" Tai Lun's tone was full of sarcasm, "Ah, if you exclude the dozens of times you forced me to eat chicken wings and medium-rare steaks, those two years can still be considered harmonious."

"I'm just recommending to you what I think is the best food, what's wrong!"

"But I've made it clear countless times that I hate eating those things."

The Gad elves thumped the repulsive force field again, took a few steps back from the backlash, and said angrily: "You are making trouble out of no reason! I have waited for you for 70 years, but you just denied this past!"

Compared to his excitement, Tai Lun was terribly calm.He said lightly: "You know it's not the point."

"If you mean the time when we were caught by poachers," the Gard Elf Qingjun's face twisted in embarrassment and anger, "I want to live, what's wrong? If we don't do that, we will all be killed by those Dehumanized demons are dismembered and sold on the black market as expensive magic materials!"

"But I would rather choose to die with them."

"I don't want you to die!"

Tai Lun laughed again, staring at the eyes of the Gard elves and saying every word: "But you know that I am 'Aaron the Sage'."

Gad Elf's expression froze suddenly.

The mages who had been watching with bated breath couldn't help but let out a few low cries, and Tai Lun vaguely heard them shouting "Admit it!", "It really is!", "Bless the tower, I actually saw a living sage!" !”.He ignored the humans, just looked at the elves and said, "You betrayed me to the poachers without even giving me a second to settle the situation, do you think I'm 'just' a half-elf , surely can’t help?”

"I do not have!"

Tyronn ignored his denial, raised his voice and continued: "Do you know how I felt when I heard your blurted...that sentence? Do you know that when I look at you What was I thinking when I was copulating right in front of my eyes? Do you know that I almost wanted to crush you all with all my might!"

He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger that surged up with the memory: "Dameski, I have to admit that the timing of your appearance was too good." So good that he lost the courage to refuse his pursuit.

It was the 730th year of his long life. Having just undergone the third transformation, he hurried back to the gray iron dragon Aka, whom he had raised for nearly 200 years, only to see that stupid sub-dragon lying in a pool of blood In the middle, next to it is a group of poachers who are also covered in bruises.

Poachers earn huge profits by killing single high-magic creatures. They are the top hunters, and some bold ones even dare to hunt and kill the high elves sheltered by the elf mother tree.Tyron had heard of them, but hadn't felt much about them—until this moment.

The Wurm's dark red blood stung his eyes, and he killed all the poachers, but he couldn't save his Akka.

Tai Lun still remembers that silly child before he died, he opened his mouth stupidly and wanted to lick his face as usual, but blood mixed with pieces of internal organs flowed down the corner of its mouth and onto his body.Aka hummed and acted like a baby to him a little aggrieved, his huge dragon eyes were still clear and pure, and there was only the joy of reunion after a long absence—as if he didn't know that he was about to die.

But it was really hurt too badly, and its incompetent master couldn't save it.

This kind of pain is even more intense than being betrayed by the Norman emperor, but this is not the first time Tyron has experienced it.When he was five hundred years old, when he saw his parents killed by "the king", the pain that almost drove him mad ended his carefree childhood; now he lost his only relative again, the kind The loneliness that was superimposed and surging up made him almost unable to hold on anymore.

And at this moment, a "high elf" appeared in front of him.

The elf's full name was long and winding according to the high elf standard, but Tyron somehow remembered it clearly——Desia Giranlova Dameschi, the darling of fire and wind.

The elf said that he fell in love with him at first sight, and asked to be with him in the next long years.He was moved, and even once thought that this elf was his salvation - he thanked Desia for pulling him out of that lonely quagmire, even if he didn't like Desia much, he was willing to accompany this elf to his life In the end, for this reason, he endured Desia's living habits that were very different from his own, and tried hard to get used to all of them...

It's so ridiculous.

Tai Lun said slowly: "Dameski, save some dignity for yourself. I haven't heard you sing yet, let alone signed a partnership contract with you. You still have time to choose another 'love at first sight' partner."

"Aaron, you! I have been waiting for you for seventy years..."

"To shut up."

The Gad elf was frightened by him, and the words of reprimand stuck in his throat.Tai Lun turned his head slightly, showing a rare smile that was not a smile: "70 years, can you guarantee that you haven't sold yourself at a high price during this time?"

The Gard elves stared at him with gritted teeth, unable to speak. After panting violently for a while, he pushed away the crowd with subtle eyes and strode away.

Tai Lun watched him disappear from sight coldly, then turned to the dreamy officer beside him and said, "It's all right, continue to lead the way."

The officer stared at him dumbfoundedly with a pair of dead fish eyes, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he could only continue to lead the way tremblingly.

This is the sage Aaron!Not a ninth-level potion master, but a twelve-star archmage, a sage comparable to a god!Even His Majesty the Emperor of the Bolan Empire had to respect the sage when he saw the sage. He was just a small military officer, and he never thought that he could meet such a big man standing on the peak of Azera!

It's so scary!

Tyron is still in a bad mood at the moment, but not because of the Gard elf just now, but because he thinks of Carlos.He didn't know where that little liar had gone now, and he didn't know whether he could find him, but the goodwill accumulated little by little in the past 12 years could not be faked.

Different from his gratitude to Dameschi, he really fell in love with the silver-haired elf. He couldn't restrain himself and couldn't give up. Before he knew it, he was used to Carlos' quiet company.

But he couldn't bear to be betrayed again, he could only hide in his shell like a tortoise, deceiving himself that he wanted to get along so peacefully forever.Tyron knew that there was no room for betrayal in the love of the high elves. Once he listened to the song sung by Carlos and agreed to form a bond with him, there would be no turning back.

Tyron couldn't accept the distorted concept of love like the Gade Elf. If Carlos was also the Gade Elf, he could only choose to leave.However, the high elves' obsession with their partners is unimaginable for other races. It's okay if they don't form a bond. Once they complete the last step, they will stare at their partners tightly.If the partner wants to regret it, they will use all means to redeem it, and in the end, they will kill their loved ones in despair and choose to commit suicide.

But Tai Lun wanted revenge and couldn't wait to die, and he knew very well that he couldn't do something like "kill Carlos", and even just one thought made him unable to breathe, so he could only procrastinate.

Every time he saw Carlos being rejected, Tai Lun almost agreed back out of control, but always suppressed it at the last moment.He was already frightened and did not dare to gamble.But after Carlos disappeared, he wondered if he had promised Carlos a long time ago, wouldn't this little liar run away?

Tyron closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down again.

Now, everything has to wait until Carlos is found.

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At the same time, in a remote town in the southwestern part of the Beran Empire, a mage wearing a black cloak landed in front of a building with twelve overlapping black rings painted on it, and quickly walked in. .

An old man with a white beard and a pair of wooden-rimmed glasses was dozing off behind the counter with one hand on his cheek.The man in the black cloak lifted his hood, revealing a handsome face that looked to be in his twenties, and his soft black hair reflected the warm yellow light under the dim candlelight.

He hesitated for a moment looking at the blue and black under the old man's eyes, but reached out and tapped the countertop to wake him up.

The white-bearded old man opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the black-haired half-elf in front of him immediately wake up, stood up excitedly and saluted: "Lord Byrne!"

The black-haired half-elf supported him, and asked anxiously, "Where is the notebook Aaron left?"

The old man blushed with excitement as he watched the sage holding his hand, and quickly took out a thick notebook from the magic circle under the counter and handed it to Byrne respectfully.

Byrne quickly took the notebook, opened it and started reading, and finished it in a short time.He carefully checked the book again to make sure that he didn't miss anything, and then slowly let out a breath and smiled at the old man: "Okay, it's all right. Go and rest. You have worked hard these days."

At this moment, the old man was panicked and excited like a young man who was named and praised by his idol. He tried to straighten his back and said loudly: "Thank you, Mr. Byrne, for your concern, the younger generation is not hard!"

Byrne was amused by him, and said softly: "Well, then I'm leaving, you have a good rest. I'll take this book away, and someone will come to help you renovate the library in the sub-tower after a while, so let's work hard. "

"Yes! Thank you!"

Holding the note, Byrne hurriedly left the sub-tower again, and used the flying technique to leave the ground and fly towards the capital of the Beran Empire.

In Aaron's notes just now, he didn't see any special marks, but "not finished" is itself a very important piece of information.From this third of the content, he saw many special products in some areas of Azera. According to the distribution route, the only coherent direction is from the Farlo Warcraft Mountains to the endless sea.

And since Aaron chose to leave the notes in Berran, it means that he is likely to stay in Berran for a long time.

He couldn't be sure what Aaron wanted to do and where he would go, but as long as he went to the imperial capital to seek the help of His Majesty the Emperor...

Byrne suddenly stopped at this thought, frowning and hovering in mid-air, lost in thought.

No, not right.Aaron chose to use this low-key method to inform him, because he definitely didn't want too many people to know about it, so he couldn't tell Emperor Beran to make everyone know about it.

After a while, Byrne started flying towards the imperial capital again.

Since he can't find Aaron, he should make some noise by himself and let Aaron come to find him.