Pokemon phobia

War is undoubtedly tense and exciting for people who set foot on the front line.But for those idlers who stayed behind without cooking, feeding horses, and washing clothes, no one dared to squeeze him to make magic scrolls, draw magic arrays, and refine magic potions, these days are too busy to panic.

There is no doubt that it is Tyron mentioned above.

On the 16th day when the war officially started, Tai Lun sat under a silver needle curly tree whose bark and leaves were broken all over the place, bent one leg and put the new notebook on it, and wrote with a magic ink storage pen. Write and draw.The soldiers on duty not far away peeked at him with subtle eyes, and occasionally communicated with each other quietly with their eyes——

Soldier A is curious: Is the sage writing the legendary hand experience notes?

Soldier B nodded: Definitely!You see when Lord Aaron wrote other books!

Soldier C stared: God, that's how the famous notebook was written!I heard from the brothers on duty elsewhere that the bark of the entire camp was almost stripped off by Mr. Sage!

Soldier AB Qiqi despised: What do you know?Everything that Lord Sage does must be justified!

At this time, Tai Lun had just finished drawing the dissection diagram of the silver needle curly tree, and after changing the page, he began to write in Berland characters:

[Silver needle curly tree is a plant that only grows around the extreme arctic glaciers. Its leaves are evergreen on the front and silver-gray on the back...

In winter, the leaves whose internal water is frozen into ice crystals will be stretched into naturally curled needles by the expansion of ice due to unbalanced water distribution.The silver-gray back will be exposed at this time, and the moisture that seeps out will be frozen on it, making its matte surface reveal a metallic color...

When I tried to unfold these needle-like leaves, its fragile vein structure was broken so easily, and even with a slight pinch, it would be shattered to nothing but a straight, slender vein...

Of course, crushing its bark is also very interesting...]

Tyron filled six pages with extremely detailed instructions on how to play with the silver needle curl tree, and then changed the page again, writing in the middle with a deadpan face:

[I know whether it is the silver needle curly tree I wrote today, the licorice yesterday, the firefly moss the day before yesterday... these are not magic materials, and what I wrote is really long-winded and has no practical value.

However, the growth environment of all non-wood magic plants is very dangerous for humans, and it is impossible for the army to set up a camp there.And I, as a curse mage whose identity was unfortunately exposed, if I mysteriously disappeared from the camp during the war or simply went deep into the extreme arctic glacier without any cover, some neurotic people would jump out and question my identity. Instead of sneaking into the lizardmen tribe and slaughtering those orcs inhumanely, it caused a lot of trouble for Sage Tower and me.

So what can I do?

In the future, I will definitely not participate in this kind of large-scale war in Azera again! 】

Tyron draws a rest at the end, and closes the book.

In fact, if he was really bored, he could help Nong Linuo draw low-level magic scrolls, teach this studious kid magic theory to pass the time and earn military merits, but don't forget that there is another banned man in this camp. Conjurer—Mr. Gard Elf Dameski!

That Gard elf, who didn't know what was going on in his head, remained stubborn even though he was so bullied that night, popping up at every turn to show his presence in front of him.Later, Nong Nuo volunteered to threaten the elf that he would drive him away if he didn't help draw the magic scroll, and finally succeeded in dragging Mr. Dameschi into his laboratory.

As for Tai Lun, he can only become an idle and unemployed person.

Tai Lun sat on the ground in a daze for a while, then picked up a piece of bark from the ground and crushed it in his hands.

He somehow remembered the lively scene of forcing Aka to eat vegetables a long time ago.

The little guy with a mouth full of fangs was raised by him since he was a child, and he always refused to eat rations other than meat, and he was unwilling to open his mouth no matter what benefits those plants were for its growth.Most of the time, he can only tear up the plants and stir them into the meat, and then coax the picky little guy to eat them up.

But later, when A-Ka grew up a bit, he was not so easy to deceive. He began to learn to eat meat from the broken plants, so he had no choice but to grind those magic plants into powder to fight wits and bravery with that stupid dragon.After doing this for a long time, he found that the touch and sound of these things when they were broken by his fingertips were very interesting. From then on, he would subconsciously want to try the feel of magic materials beyond the A-Ka recipe.

Up to now, even if the silly dragon is gone, he hasn't been able to quit this habit.

Tyron closed his eyes and leaned back, wondering if he should sleep for a while.But not long after, a commotion suddenly broke out in the camp. Tai Lun opened his eyes and looked towards the center of the commotion, and soon heard someone shouting: "Anti-beheading plan No. 25! Hurry up! Grab that assassin! Grab that assassin!" them!"

Those straggler-like lizardmen have been killed almost to extinction these days, and it seems that they have finally moved their brains and started to unite and use tactics.

But that's obviously not going to help either, the persecutors already take all adverse developments into account.

Such a rough assassination, those lizardman assassins are really useless except to give away the head.

Tyron thought for a while, stood up and walked slowly into the camp.

As expected, when he walked into the core area of ​​the camp, all eighteen lizardman assassins had been captured alive.These low-level orcs were no more than five levels high, and after leaving the favorable terrain of the poisonous miasma, they were vulnerable to the well-equipped Beram army.

The soldiers soon began to torture the ugly lizards that kept screaming, and the bodies of the humans who had been in close contact with the stinky blood of the lizardmen quickly swelled up, and the scene was cruel and funny.

Tai Lun stood aside with folded arms and watched coldly.

The screams of the lizard people echoed in the cold air, their flesh and blood were torn apart by soldiers, and their souls were invaded by mages.If a bright priest with a soft heart were to stand here, he might feel unbearable, and wanted to persuade the soldiers to give the lizard people a good time.

But Tyron won't.

When he was [-] years old, he broke free from the shackles of the laws of the Dragon Realm and came to Azera. His original will-state body was also assimilated into a material form under the completely different laws of this world.He turned into a physical black dragon exactly like himself in Dragon Realm.

After discovering that there is no creature in this world with a size close to [-] meters like himself, he was terrified. He couldn't think about whether the golden dragon could really order Azera's creatures to attack him. He only wanted to make himself Become a little like the creatures here, don't be so conspicuous, it's best that the golden dragon can't recognize himself.

So he created the prototype of Transfiguration.

Relying on his special identity, his flesh and blood are actually almost entirely condensed by magic power, which makes Transfiguration not so dangerous for him, and the effect is surprisingly good-but he doesn't know about other creatures. Body structure, you can barely compress your excess power into a black crystal, and only a small part of the power remains to form the shrunken self.

Then he went to slaughter a lizardman tribe, carefully studied their flesh and bone meridians, and slowly transformed himself into the appearance of a lizardman with transfiguration.This feeling of successfully hiding himself made him a little more stable. For the next few years, he lurked in the swamp woods, quietly looking for the human corpses killed by monsters for research, and sometimes even personally hunted some who went into the mountains to hunt monsters. Human adventure team to obtain complete corpses.

But it is easier to deform the existing body structure, and it is extremely difficult to hide his original structure, but he is unwilling to pretend to be those magical beasts without advanced intelligence.This made him appear in front of people as a mutated magical creature "Tyron Evans" with his wings and tail on his back.

And when he anxiously came to the side of the road built by humans, the first person he met was his "best friend", the future Norman III, Sade Fanika Norman.

During that time, he learned compassion, he developed a sense of identification with humans, and he thought he had found a new home—until the knife stabbing him in the back woke him up.

The torture lasted two hours, but the soldiers did not ask any questions.

This is a matter of course. After all, those lizardmen probably don't have any plans themselves, and the assassination is probably a temporary idea.

After watching this farce for a long time, it was very boring. Tyron turned around and wanted to go back to his tent, but the moment he turned his head, he saw a small black dot approaching rapidly in the sky.

Tai Lun's pupils contracted, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.He stared at the black dot for a long while, and softly read a long-lost name: "Byrne..."

Long time no see, my friend.