The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 555. 555. Encounter During the Game
However, it backfired.

After Luther made a fuss last night, the ranger, who hadn't rested at all, arranged for the vigilant elves, and fell asleep early, hoping to make up for the lost sleep.

The woolly horn sheep that began to grow hair after the autumn began to appear.

Holding the distribution map of the camp area, he was not left behind, and he was "discussing" with the local forest rangers.

Sleepy-eyed rangers were pulled out of bed one by one, and forced to fight with anger and indignation.

Mo Gan's blocking bear is indeed very strong. He is indeed a guy who can compete with Marilulli in strength without losing the wind. Every vanguard elf of the forest ranger has been crushed in the confrontation of strength, and has been chased so hard by the fighting style that he can't fight back.

Mimi Q, who was unable to fight back against Darkrai, also dominated the battle, taking advantage of his painted skin feature to exchange damage with the opponent, and then madly disgusting the opponent with his will-o'-the-wisp and scare skills.

Yioulupu was active in the darkness with a sensitive body, and the elf who fought with him was scratching his head and scratching his head in anger at his way of hitting and running away. He wanted to hold down Yioulupu and beat him up.

Like a mosquito, so annoying!

Luther didn't show up that night, but Mo Gan completed the massacre.

Even worse than Luther, if it wasn't for the distance problem, he might have to cross the forest area to pick up the rangers in the distance.

On the way back to his camp, Mo Gan casually sparred with Ah Cheng again.

He Luther could reason that his elf was injured, but for Mo Gan, Ah Cheng still gave it an A.

The result was a fiasco.

"I see, you're with that guy called 'Old Fruit Farmer'!"

Ignoring Ah Cheng's angry words and somewhat distorted face, what Mo Gan cared about was the battle process.

Mo Gan was really shocked when one elf blocked Xiong and blasted four besieging elves.

He wasn't surprised by the results of blocking Xiong, but he didn't expect that someone as good as Ah Cheng would dare to kick Luther's alloy steel plate, which made him still thinking when he left.

Even if you don't pay much attention to the battle information, even if Luther is a very low-key winner, after winning the championship, he becomes invisible, just like not winning the championship...

But the first time you fail to do something, you should know the difference in strength, and you should know that this is not the kind of trainer that Sinnoh sent last time called Chun to compare with the rookie.

Gathering local trainers, smearing Luther, inciting everyone's hatred, making other trainers who came here to complete the commission couldn't help but want to speak for Luther, things are getting more and more outrageous.

Ah Cheng persevered and worked tirelessly, chasing after Luther and biting fiercely, it was unreasonable.

No matter how hard-headed a person gets slapped, he should know it hurts, right?

Luther also felt strange, if it was said that Ah Cheng was discriminating against the region, or that the former trainers in the Sinnoh area did something wrong, it would be fine if he targeted himself a bit.

But after he came here, Ah Cheng's actions showed that the contradiction was far deeper than Luther thought.

He took advantage of his spare time to go to a forest area with a signal and sent a message to the Sinnoh Alliance, hoping that the Sinnoh Alliance could help ask the person who had received the commission before, what did they do here, and what happened.

Although there is no result yet, Luther feels that there must be a connection.

After Mo Gan was dispatched, it was Luther's turn to make a move, seamlessly.

In this way, four days passed, and every night was an extremely lively exchange of ideas.

The local forest ranger, who had already had dark circles under his eyes, hated Luther at first, and wanted to trample him under his feet and teach him a lesson.

I don't know why, it's okay for Mo Gan to come to discuss, but when Luther comes, they will definitely have nightmares at night.

Sometimes even if you know it's a nightmare, you can't wake up if you try hard to break free, and you can only continue to suffer in the dream.

When I wake up every day, my whole body is sweating because of the nightmare, and now when I see the darkness, my heart beats violently.

Really too much to suffer.

Now, all that was left on their faces was exhaustion, frustration, and their words were a little crying.

"Stop beating, what on earth are you and that fellow Galer thinking? They come out every day until midnight to toss about. Now everyone's spirits are extremely low. Those who patrol the forest during the day doze off, and those who change shifts also doze off. If there are poachers invading, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

Luther ignored it, and said calmly: "Isn't that how you play, I'm just playing the game according to the rules you set."

"Aren't you afraid that your forest area will be invaded by poachers!"

"Oh, my elves are strong, so I don't worry about that much."

Luther's words made the rest of the local forest ranger's words stuck in his throat.

I can't fight but I can't fight, I don't know how to cut in when I scold, the rules are still set by myself, my hands are tied, there is no way at all.

It's really frustrating!

After making a fuss all night, Luther, who got up at noon, inspected the surrounding area as usual.

After what happened last time, he really wanted to meet another blue cotton bird and abduct him to his side.

However, this is like a curse, just like I wanted Heracross when I first came to this world, but I bought an island and never met it.

As long as Luther desperately wanted something, he would definitely not appear.

Luther, who returned disappointed, didn't feel depressed for too long. The wind speed dog with its big fluffy tail was holding a branch in its mouth, its front paws were lowered, and it was half lying on the ground, as if it was longing for something.

Luther understood, grabbed the branch, and with all his strength, flung it away.

A flaxen shadow with some stripes flashed in front of his eyes, and the wind speed dog galloped out, turned his head to the branch that was still spinning in the air, accurately calculated the landing point, jumped up, and bit the branch in the air.

Even though there are many obstacles blocking the way, the speed and explosive power of the wind speed dog are still amazing.

Before on the island, Grandma Xiaoxian liked to take the frisbee that Mai made for her and Jucaoye to ride the wind speed dog and Hei Lujia.

The wind speed dog who is keen on this game has been devoting himself to patrolling the forest since he came to Fengyuan, and he hasn't been able to play for a while.

Taking the branch from the wind speed dog's mouth, he squeezed the wind speed dog's head vigorously.

Although the weather is still a bit hot, it should be felt that the bleakness of autumn is approaching. Now the wind speed dog has not lost much hair, and the originally fluffy fur is thicker and feels very good.

Luther, who was holding on to the branch, made a bad move. He asked Fat Keding to cover the eyes of the wind speed dog, while he ran a certain distance, and then tried his best to throw the marked branch.

"Okay, go get the branch back."

Apparently, this game that he had never played with Little Fairy made Feng Speed ​​Dog feel very fresh. He couldn't wait for Fat Keding to let go of his hand, so he rushed out, causing Fat Keding to fall.

Relying on its excellent sense of smell, Wind Speed ​​Dog followed Luther's breath continuously.

It was not difficult for him, he was almost locked on the position of the branch.

"Crench."

A crisp sound came from a distance, making Feng Speed ​​Dog, who is keen on games, realize that someone appeared in front of him.

Suspecting it was an intruder, he rushed over, intending to confirm the information before going back to report to Luther.

After rushing out of the tall grass at half a person's height, the wind speed dog's body slid out an arc in the air and landed firmly.

The eyes of the woman in a camouflage green outfit holding a folder of documents and holding a strange metal instrument in her hand looked at each other.

Didn't feel hostile, didn't look like a poacher.

The wind speed dog, who was in a slightly relaxed mood, wanted to bite the branch, and turned back to tell Luther the news, but found that the branch thrown by Luther was at the woman's feet.

(End of this chapter)