Pokemon phobia

Tai Lun looked up, and saw an extremely familiar dark cloud in the sky, struggling against the hurricane at the high altitude of the Xiqi Desert, flying towards him with electric sparks all the way, and the outline was blurred by the blowing .

Seeing that he was silent, Carlos poked the back of his hand and joked, "Ah, I remembered, it was abandoned by you in the city of Damenfin—son."

Tyron: "..."

This cloud spirit is almost useless except for eating and drinking, and it is so skinny and stupid that it can't be touched. He "forgot" to bring it again after he left it at Rorov's side. The guy came after him again.He really admired this little guy's persistence.

But before Tai Lun could figure out what to do, a figure suddenly broke through the space and appeared in front of Yunling. He raised his hand and released a "net" made of unknown material, covering a hundred meters at once. The cloud layer with a diameter of [-] mm is compressed into a small ball and wrapped in the mouth.

Both Carlos and Tai Lun were taken aback by this change, but Tai Lun quickly recognized that the figure was the sage "Kakit Yale" he had seen once in the Imperial City of Bran.This nine-hundred-year-old high-level magical creature looked no different from the last time we met. The bright fur and scales were still brilliant, but the use of space travel magic was much more proficient.

Carlos lowered his voice and said to Tyron: "Aren't you going to save it?"

Tai Lun hesitated for a few seconds, and then the old sage in the sky had already made a decision for him - he came straight towards Tai Lun.

【Hey, look who's here.The old man remembers you, Aaron, although you have grown some organs that were not there before, but the old man still remembers your face! 】

Tai Lun watched blankly as the three-meter-tall griffin flew over with a wriggling package in its mouth, and landed on the ground gracefully. He looked at himself and Carlos with haughty eyes.

[Oh, my God, the isolation magic circle on your body is so effective, I can't feel your breath when I'm so close—especially this young man in black armor. ] It stared at Carlos for a while while talking, and let out a few "cuckoo" laughter from its throat, and then joked with the voice of the soul: [What is this?Is it the black armor of the black armor knight? 】

Before Tai Lun could answer, the griffin paved the ground with its shiny black hooves, and then turned to Tai Lun: [Speaking of which, Aaron, your look looks familiar... I think I think, by the way, it's from Sharman's collection of wanted orders from the Holy See... Are you Tyronn Evans? 】

Tyron: "..."

He didn't expect to be recognized by people at a glance after more than 200 years, okay? !

However, the Tower of the Sages has never dealt with the Holy See of Light very much, and Tyron did not think that these reclusive wise men would betray their companions, so they were not too cautious before.For him, maintaining a human form is equivalent to a human being without his hands. Although he has gotten used to it over the years, it is still uncomfortable.

He stood up helplessly, and greeted Kakit Yale: "Hello, Mr. Kakit Yale, long time no see."

The old griffin tilted its huge eagle head, and laughed again: 【Has it been a long time?It doesn't feel like being old.That kid Byrne always complains that you've been missing for 70 years, and this old man thought you'd be missing for almost another 100 years... Then the old man wouldn't be able to see your canonization ceremony. 】

When he was talking, Tyronn's attention was always attracted by the ball he was holding in his mouth. When Kakit Yale finished speaking, he finally sighed and resigned: "I'm sorry, but you have a ball in your mouth. The one is my pet, can you let it go?"

【Is it yours? 】Kakit Yale said in surprise, 【No wonder it would forcefully break into this desert that doesn't match its own attributes. I didn't expect you, Aaron, to abuse pets so much. You and Trier must have a lot in common. 】

As soon as he said that, he let go and let Yun Ling out.The white dumpling was still struggling in the bag, but it couldn't stop when it was released suddenly, so it rushed out for several meters, then reversed the car and threw itself back into Tai Lun's arms.

After the white ball rubbed against him twice, he found that the bad "person" who bullied him was right next to him, so he suddenly dispersed and hid behind Tai Lun. A white tentacle stuck out from his back and pointed at the card tremblingly. Kit Yale sued.

Kakit Yale was amused by it: [Wow, it's so cute, I like it.How about letting the old man teach it to speak?When the old man taught Sasha to speak, he learned it in three days. 】

Tai Lun was silent for a while, staring at this shameless old guy without speaking.

He still hasn't forgotten that Byrne said that "Sage Sasha is the offspring of Kakit Yale and a high elf woman".

Generally speaking, although creatures with high elf blood can be called half-elves, half-elves in the true sense can only be regarded as direct descendants of the first generation.The biggest difference is that the inheritance memory of high elves can only be passed on to their offspring, while half elves do not have the ability to pass on the inheritance to the next generation.

In other words, Sasha was born knowing how to speak, and the so-called "three days" was probably the time it took for Sasha's vocal cords to grow from a soft state at birth to be able to speak.Regardless of whether Kakit Yale teaches or not, that Sasha can speak on the third day...

[Little young man, what look in your eyes! 】Kakit Yale kicked his hoof unhappily, and looked at Carlos again with a pair of eagle eyes.He asked: [Is this Carlos?How do you wrap up your partner so tightly?Forget it, this old man knows that you young bastards are jealous, so nervous that everyone covets your wife's beauty.Hmph, the old man has already seen through you! 】

Tyron really wanted to pry this guy's brain open right now to see what kind of mess he was thinking.But before he had time to react, Kakit Yale turned around and left talking to himself: [Okay, let's go, I guess that kid Byrne will be very happy to see you. 】

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The junction of the Berran Empire and the Shadowmoon Forest.

"Have you heard? The mage in Shadowmoon Forest has disappeared! Even his apprentices have disappeared, and the rest have all died inexplicably!"

"The God of Light is above, will such a powerful mage have accidents?"

"I heard that he offended some terrible person and was offered a reward to kill him."

"Isn't it? How did I hear that he studied evil magic and was solved by the black armor knight passing by?"

"Don't be stupid, the Black Armored Knight was killed by Gao Su'er a long time ago, why do people always want to add these things to him?"

……

A man wearing a hood sat quietly in a corner. When he heard this sentence, the corners of his lips slightly raised a sarcastic arc.

The mysterious knight is dead?It was the funniest rumor he had ever heard.Of course, he also once believed in this rumor, naively thinking that the powerful knight who was as famous as the legendary mercenary king would be buried in the legend.But if this is true, who was it that rode the dragon down and saved his life?

If a person who can subdue that terrible dragon appears on the stage of Azera out of thin air without warning, and happens to have a sense of justice and is willing to help, and happens to have the same costume as the legendary black armor knight... ...he didn't believe it.

The drunken men quickly turned the subject away, refocusing their attention on the catch of their latest hunt.The young man in the cloak took out two copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table, paid for the drink, then got up and left the noisy environment.

The dim afterglow of the setting sun outside the house illuminated half of his face hidden under the hood, exposing the rather soft outline to the sunlight.His skin is a healthy wheat color, but his dry lips are inexplicably ashen and dead, which is quite strange when he looks closely.A gust of wind lifted the brim of the youth's hood, exposing a few strands of flaxen curly hair underneath.

The young man reached out to press the hood, carefully tucked his hair back into the shadows, and then lowered his head to look at the map of Azera in his hand.His slender and thin fingers slowly brushed over Berlan's territory, and then stopped on the other side of the endless sea, slowly curling up the corners of his lips.