Needle bee, piercing everything!

There was another slam in sight.

But at this time, the Mukehawk whose flight speed was reduced by the foam.

It began with a fierce counterattack from Pogaman.

Due to Bogaman's characteristic of not admitting defeat, a physical change that he did not notice, that is, the reduced physical attack ability has been greatly improved.

When the Muckhawk flew towards him, it pecked at the opponent's head fiercely.

Although Pogaman was knocked into the air again and rolled on the ground like a rolling gourd, he finally stood up tenaciously.

Bogaman was supposed to be a powerful peck.

Mukehawk felt a little dizzy because of being pecked heavily on the head, and swayed in place.

"Mikehawk! Hurry up! Use another flash of lightning 々¨." The boy in shorts, Yuta, realized at this time that the key point of the battle had arrived.

Hastily shouted loudly.

The same is true for the sycamore on the other side.

"Bogaman, concentrate your attention, deal with flying opponents, think about what to do!" Pogaman heard his trainer's shout and reminder.

He was suddenly blessed, and felt the coldness that had always existed deep in his body.

When the Mook Hawk managed to shake off his dizziness, he flapped his wings.

It sped up from embarrassment to anger, and rushed towards the little penguin elf.

But to his great surprise, the little penguin opened its yellow mouth like a duck.

Inside the small mouth, white rays of light gathered together to form a white light cluster.

This white light group shot a white light beam towards it, which flew straight towards the penguin elf.

The white light flooded the Mukhawk in front of Bogaman.

Mu Keying looked at that there was only a few meters away.

Now his body is covered with heavy frost energy.

he wants to flap his wings

But the cold air on the wings quickly condensed into a larger group of ice cubes.

Finally, the Mookhawk charged again.

Now it is only less than one meter away from Bogaman.

But its entire body was completely frozen in a layer of ice almost two fingers thick.

Pogamanna's eyes like black beans blinked and blinked, and it couldn't believe that it really won.

It really defeated this seemingly fierce and powerful opponent one-on-one.

But after being in a daze for a few seconds, Bogaman was sure that it was true.

"Pogar~!"

Bogaman yelled happily, flapped its penguin wings and clumsy legs, and ran happily to his trainer.

Its movements are like chickens, ducks and geese, flapping its wings on the flat ground.

Bogaman jumped more than one meter high and crashed into the arms of his trainer.

"Well done."

Indus smiled and stroked Bogaman, holding it high under its wing armpit with both hands.

Then he kissed Bogaman's cheek heavily.

"It's very good. The last frozen beam is very powerful." Zhulan looked at this scene and smiled knowingly, feeling happy for Wutong and Bogaman.

As for the defeated boy in shorts, Yuta, he took back Mu Keying in a miserable and miserable manner.

The boy in shorts wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and ran to the nearby Zhensha Town.

He had to go to the elf center first to help his elves get out of the frozen state.

Next, Wutong walked slowly, and soon found another opponent who was willing to fight him.

It's a girl in a miniskirt.

The name is Rumi.

She has long brown hair and looks like a girl.

In the eyes of ordinary people, she is pretty and cute, but compared with the current girl Zhulan, she looks pale.

Rumi's big-toothed raccoon met Wutong's tortoise.

The grass seedling turtle didn't want to fight at first, but Wutong's words made him not as resistant to this special way of fighting as before.

"Go, it's okay, you don't need to attack that big-toothed raccoon, just let it attack you, just like training with Bogaman last night." Shrinking, a grass seedling turtle who is not willing to go all out to fight.

The tortoise blinked after hearing this sentence.

I thought that if it was like last night, it seemed quite comfortable, and fighting was not unacceptable.

So the grass seedling turtle walked slowly towards the opponent.

The big-toothed raccoon used ramming, while Wutong let the tortoise use it to retract into its shell, blindly being hit and blocked.

Rumi, a girl from the mini group, thought it was a bit strange that the tortoise on the opposite side would only get beaten.

But if the opponent doesn't fight back, she is also happy to let the big tooth beaver continue to attack.

At this time, Wutong, who didn't give any more orders, was quietly watching the grass seedling turtle being beaten all the time.

At this time, Wutong habitually crossed his arms and put them on his chest.

It's like the coaches of those athletes standing on the sidelines, watching the athletes' postures during competition and training. .

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And at this time.

"If the grass seedling turtle doesn't fight back, this battle will take a long time." Zhulan's voice sounded beside her.

Indus turned his head to look.

But at some point, Zhulan, who put her hands on her belly in an elegant "Madam" pose, unknowingly returned to normal.

It is the position where one of the two hands hugs his ribs.

Then put the other hand on the arm of the previous hand, at the elbow.

The typical hands folded, using her arms to support the heavy burden before the murder to relieve the pressure on the shoulders.

Zhulan noticed that Wutong's eyes blushed slightly.

"I'm telling you something serious." Zhulan felt a little helpless.

My "fiancé" is also a big pig, and only looks at her and him.

But because it is a phoenix tree, Zhulan not only does not feel disgusted at this time, but is only shy, and a little proud, proud.

She even lifted her arm up a bit mischievously.

Indus blinked.

"The grass seedling turtle hates fighting, and prefers to lie still and bask in the sun, which can be said to be his nature." 773" Wutong didn't look at the fighting side, but turned slightly to discuss with Zhulan.

"Do you hate fighting? But you can't see it." Zhulan cast her gaze at the grass seedling turtle for a few seconds, then turned her gaze back to Wutong and expressed her opinion.

This inspired Wutong, and Wutong thought for a while.

"That's right, if you want to look at the essence - it should be that the previous trainers forced it to fight, which made the tortoise from not liking to fight to subconsciously loathing to fight."

At this time, Wutong also saw more things from the battle at this time.

These were impossible to see last night.

Only now that the tortoise really went to fight the elves of other trainers, could we see some clues.

Zhulan listened to Wutong's analysis, and as he had worked in Dr. Yamanashi's Institute of Evolution, he also recalled some of his past understanding of the tortoise.

"It's true, most tortoises don't like to fight, and when we tried to collect data by pitting them against other sprites, they were all listless and lacking in nature, and then there are two more extremes performance." Zhulan added some more detailed information to Wutong.

For example, some tortoises will show considerable resistance, unwilling to obey combat orders, and respond negatively.

However, there will be another small group of tortoises, which seem to violate these laws, and are extremely aggressive and aggressive.

Even in daily life outside of battle, they often bully other elves viciously.

"I understand, so now it seems that more observations are needed."

"Yes, there will always be some special individuals that behave differently, such as your tortoise that has different characteristics from ordinary tortoises."

During the time the two talked, the battle over there was almost over.

The big-toothed raccoon was obviously short of knocking down the tortoise with one or two hits.

But the tortoise still did not fall down.

But the big-toothed raccoon was so tired that he lay on the ground and couldn't move.

The tortoise blinked, feeling incredible.

It didn't attack the opponent at all, it just followed the command of the new trainer.

Blindly shrunk his head into the shell, no matter how hard the opponent beat him, he would not show his head.

But why did the grass seedling turtle stick out its head after feeling that the other party hadn't attacked for a while, and found that the big-toothed civet was too tired to move.

This experience has never been before!

At this time, the tortoise fell into a very novel feeling.

Rumi, the girl in miniskirt opposite, pursed her lips at this moment.

"It's so boring!"

The girl in the miniskirt took back her big-toothed raccoon, and also took the elf to the elf center in a nearby city to restore it.

This is a huge difference between Indus and ordinary trainers.

Unless it's trainers who have a whole mobile team to heal elves in the field at all times.

Or they are willing to spend money to buy all kinds of expensive quick-acting drugs.

Otherwise, the elves can only continue to explore safely in the wild after taking them to the nearby elf center for a quick recovery after the exhausted battle.

But the elves of Wutong have his mobile spring—replenishing red and blue at any time.

Even white bars can make up.

The efficiency of combat training is of course many times that of these ordinary trainers.

The tortoise felt very strange and walked back to the trainer.

It raised its head, and it was full of confusion written in its eyes.

"Little guy, this is the opponent he specially selected for you. Isn't this fighting style interesting?"

Zhulan didn't explain when she saw Wutong, she couldn't help but hugged the tortoise, and checked the tortoise shell with many marks on it.

At the same time, the grass seedling turtle was told the reason.

From the battle just now, it can be seen that this tortoise is stronger than the big-toothed civet purely in terms of physical fitness, and it is almost impossible to fail in a normal fight.

This is the basic quality level of the newcomer's initial elves specially trained by the nurturing institution for newcomers.

Usually much stronger than those wild pixies on the side of the road.

It is equivalent to the special fighting breed bred by human beings' conscious directed evolution selection, and it is very docile.

And the wild ones - without the selection and optimization of the elf species, they naturally have no strong combat effectiveness.

Indus is also very clear that balance exists.

These elves who have been trained as suitable "novice trainers" are more powerful in fighting within the rules.

But correspondingly, if they are thrown into an unfamiliar environment in the wild.

It must be those relatively "weak" wild elves who have stronger survivability.

And in terms of combat.