The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 154

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the high temperature distorted the air a little. The yellow ground was scalded by the flames. The residual heat could not dissipate for a long time on the ground, and the sultry sweat gradually flowed down from everyone's backs.

"Roar!"

A thunderous roar was released from the center of the smoke, and the sound waves turned into real air currents to tear away the smoke that blocked the view, allowing the scene after being attacked by the flame lion's heat to appear on the field.

A layer of green transparent film is crumbling like thin ice that is about to be melted by high temperature. All the elves are hiding behind this film. The nonsense tree standing in the front supports this layer with two small round fruits film.

Except for Nidorino who stood at the back and suffered severe burns, almost all the elves were just a little unaccustomed to the high temperature.

The elves with a higher level than them used the power of the fire-type ultimate move, and even the aftermath was a bit unbearable.

"Nonsense tree, well done!"

Seeing this, the trainer of the nonsense tree shook his fist vigorously.

"Confused!"

After making a reassuring gesture to his trainer, Nonsense Tree continued to face the Flame Lion seriously.

This mighty little elf doesn't seem to be that difficult to deal with anymore.

"That is……?"

Seeing that the Flame Lion's blow did not cause any obvious results, Al's expression of being sure of victory showed a slight change.

"It's a trainer who keeps it, and it seems that he is not short of money."

After Dio and Al explained, they continued to observe the battlefield.

Hold is a very practical defensive skill, which can block most of the attack skills, but if the attack is too strong, it is very likely to be forcibly broken.

The level of the nonsense tree and the flame lion happened to be stuck on this line, barely blocking the blow with defense.

A nonsense tree that can guard, you can be sure that his trainer is a rich man.

There are no skill CDs in this world, and the source of elves' skills is not only their own comprehension, but also learning from elves who already know this skill.

But the teacher is not so easy to be. Only elves who are extremely proficient in this skill are qualified to teach the skill. If they can only release the skill instinctively, they can't even explain the principle, and they can't teach at all.

And defending is a rather difficult skill to practice, because it is difficult to see if you have made progress in defensive skills. Only by constantly blocking attacks can you know where you are not doing well.

Therefore, the trainers who let the elves practice defending will not only need to pay for the training of the elves, but also generally pay for the training of accompanying the elves.

The cost of teaching this skill is at least two months of Dior's living expenses.

There is no way for the nonsense tree to learn to hold by leveling up.

"Hold on? Well then, Fire Lion, overheat again!"

The change on Al's face also disappeared without a trace after Didio's explanation, and his expression returned to the look of sure victory.

She still understands the effect that the continuous use of the guardian will reduce the success rate.

"Are you serious?"

Looking at Al in disbelief, Dio remembered that Al was a breeder.

"Wait a minute for the Flame Lion. Doesn't continuous use of the guardian reduce the success rate?"

Let the flame lion stop the overheating re-release, Al asked Dio in doubt.

"You're just an elf breeder, aren't you?"

"Then what happened?"

"Overheating will reduce the flame power of the Flame Lion, and the Flame Lion should not be good at close combat, right?"

"Um……"

Al fell silent. She was referring to Dio's opinion. Breeders were not as thoughtful as trainers who specialized in fighting when commanding elves to fight. This was something she took for granted, after all, the division of labor was different.

"Just now I told you to deal with that nonsense tree and Nidorino first. One has no guardian, and the other is almost unbearable."

The overheating of the Flame Lion is the flames ejected from its mouth, covering almost all places in front of it, except for the small area blocked by the nonsense tree guardian.

Just now when the Flaming Lion released overheating, Nidorino, who thought he was smart and ran to the back, was severely burned by the sporadic flames that descended from the sky.

"So... now it's up to me, Ball, to use Sandstorm."

Half of its body is buried in the soil, and the round land shark, which uses the light bulb as the sun, is sunbathing, showing its small fins.

He heard Dio's voice, but didn't seem to move at all.

"Stop attacking?"

Bay Leaf's trainer touched his nose, the dust on the field was scorching hot after being scorched by the Flame Lion's skills.

He could see that Dio seemed to be chatting with Al, but it was a little far away and he couldn't hear the specific details.

Even so, he probably guessed the reason why the Flame Lion didn't attack.

"Then it's our turn. The nonsense tree is still used as a meat shield on top. The little elf used overheating once, so the next overheating will definitely not be as strong as this time, and it should not even be as powerful as the big character explosion."

"As for the melee ability of that elf, the nonsense tree should have seen it clearly, right?"

Pushing the non-existent glasses, a gleam seemed to flash in the eyes of Bay Leaf's trainer.

"Let's go together! Dajia, rush over and use the leverage throw!"

"Okay, Prince Bo's bubble light cover!"

"Mukel, let's not fall behind either, the shadow clone will attack with wings!"

"Big-tailed raccoon, the jet of water...something is wrong with the air!"

"How did that blond kid's elf stand there?"

The round land shark stood in front of the Flame Lion, wisps of yellow sand rose from the ground intentionally or unintentionally, and the smoke torn by the Flame Lion was driven by the yellow sand, gradually spinning in the air.

The strange air flow interrupted Muke'er's attacking rhythm. The little chubby bird who was supposed to attack the target first was affected by the swirling air flow in the direction of movement. Not only was the shadow clone gone, but the body could only work hard. Balance in heaven.

"Giggle!"

Mukle, who was flapping her wings, finally found the pattern of this airflow, and fine grains of sand got into her wings again.

Feeling her body getting heavier and heavier, Mukle had to fly out of the yellow sand, and a net formed by the yellow sand had already blocked her escape route.

"Crack!"

In a trance, he heard what seemed to be the cry of an elf, and Mukle's last sight was only an ever-enlarging steel fin.

bang——

Mukle flew out of the sandstorm, the circles in his eyes indicating that he could no longer fight.

"Mukel!"

After an exclamation, Mukle's trainer quickly put away the little chubby bird that had lost its combat effectiveness, and hurried to the elf center.

The already formed sandstorm continued to expand slowly, lying across the middle of the arena, separating the Flame Lion from another group of elves, like a beast with its mouth open waiting for its prey to come up by itself.

　ps: I finally wrote out a setting that I want to write every time but forget to write every time.

　　Then, thank you for the monthly ticket that the only food in the world can't live up to!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)