The red rose of the age of elves

Chapter 53 Silt, Phone

"Tap, tap, tap, tap."

Mo Ran's crisp footsteps stepped on the wet ground of the underground waterway, and there was already an unpleasant stench from a distance.

"Ibrahimovic, knocked out a stinky mud."

Mo Ran said in a muffled voice.

Ibrahimovic nodded, and rushed out with a flash of lightning.

A stinky mud is wrapping some man-made garbage with its own body and enjoying it as food. It has not started yet, and a figure suddenly flashes in front of it.

The next moment, the stinky mud had been knocked out.

This stinky mud wasn't with the big army of the stinky mud group, otherwise Mo Ran wouldn't have chosen him as a target.

"Go on, there's a flash of lightning."

The muddy eyes became sharper, and the two mud-wrapped arms were covered with a layer of faint white light, colliding with Ibrahimovic again.

Mo Ran's four elves have all fought in the underground waterway these days, and most of their opponents are wild elves like stinky mud and little Lada. They were not used to the pungent smell of stinky mud at first. , but the adaptability of the elves is obviously much better than that of humans. After a few battles, they are not so disgusted with the smell.
"Avoid the poisonous gas, vent your anger."

Ibrahimovic leaped vigorously, moving in a high-dimensional way in the narrow and wet waterway, and the sewage splashed everywhere. This was the trace of Ibrahimovic flashing past.

He stepped on the wall, his eyes gleaming with coldness, his body turned into a stream of red light and hit the back of the smelly mud, which was the blind spot of the opponent.

Smelly screamed, and Ibrahimovic stepped forward again, making up the knife with a flash of lightning.

This is one of the purposes of Mo Ran's training. While he is dying of illness, when the opponent's elves are unable to react to continuous attacks, attack again to exhaust the opponent's elves.

Although this fighting style cannot be put on the table, and it will even be cast aside by many alliance trainers, it's nothing to do with it.

Mo Ran saw that the smelly mud had fallen into a coma, and walked up with the scalpel in his right hand.

"Ibrahimovic, agate jellyfish, single scabbard, candle spirit, sentry."

He tossed three Poke Balls, ordered.

Mo Ran needs absolute silence in the future, any appearance of wild elves will distract him, so before this, any possibility that may arise must be eliminated.

After hearing what Mo Ran said, the four elves went to watch.

Mo Ran turned his head, holding a pair of small scissors in his left hand.

The smelly mud is a genetic mutation. Its whole body is made of mud, with dark purple stripes around its body.Since it has no feet, it may use peristalsis to walk, but it has hands.

Mo Ran once studied it, and vaguely concluded from the illustrations that it might be due to the sun's rays that the virus carried by the mud itself mutated, and with the evolution of the times, it later became a creature like stinky mud.

Therefore, the statement that the stinky mud carries germs is confirmed by Mo Ran.

"However, I really admire those trainers who subdue the smelly mud, the smelly mud..."

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows, and cut it with the scalpel.

……

In his petri dish was a flowing silt, which was the original form of stinky mud, but this clump of silt was not purple like the stinky mud, but a light gray.

Mo Ran extracted the toxins from this piece of silt and prepared to leave it for the agate jellyfish to absorb, and this piece of silt is the best raw material.

It is easy to stretch and cannot be pierced even with a knife. Mo Ran plans to use this thing to make a night clothes. Even if it is attacked by elves, the possibility of being injured is much smaller.

On the other hand, the smelly mud, even if a piece of tissue in the body is extracted, does not feel any discomfort, because it is a liquid itself, and the level may drop by one level.

Mo Ran glanced at the smelly mud, then looked away, called the four elves who were on guard, and walked upstream along the underground waterway.

Turning over the manhole cover in a place where no one was around, I could not help but smile wryly as I looked at myself reflected in the glass window not far away. I have been living in the underground waterway these days, living like a savage, and the The smell made Mo Ran feel like vomiting.

He changed his face, walked into the elf center, booked a room, and quickly washed up.

The dark circles under the eyes deepened again, if this continues, he will surely die suddenly, Mo Ran looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself.

Let Ibrahimovic yawn to himself, and Mo Ran immediately fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already the beginning of the night, and Mo Ran went to the barber shop to dye the new white hair black, and then returned to the elf center to make elf cubes.

After finishing the work of the four elves, Mo Ran started to take charge of Mikri and Naqi's orders again.After the Gorgeous Contest, the two of them might not be in Shuijing City anymore, so Mo Ran planned to send them directly.

And he should have left Shuijing City.

Mo Ran nodded, the harvest this time is not bad, what Mo Ran needs to do next is to climb higher and higher in the water fleet.

Now that the Water Fleet has just begun to show his ambitions, and there are not many cadres, Mo Ran directly set his sights on the position of cadres.

But he thought about it, if he wanted to be able to pretend to be dead and disappear anytime and anywhere, the position of a cadre was too obvious.

Damn, let's be a big captain, the kind of fisherman.

Mo Ran moved a lot faster.

He stayed in Shuijing City for another week. After he couldn't see the identity of the alliance trainer, Moran's phone turned on, and there were several missed calls on it, all of which were Mi Keli.

He was taken aback for a moment, how long has passed, why is Mi Keli so anxious?
"Hello, Mikri?"

"...It's Mo Ran, you finally called me back, what are you doing these days, you don't answer the phone?"

"I was playing survival training elves in the wild, and my phone ran out of battery." Mo Ran lied innocuously.

"You are working hard too." Mi Keli laughed, "By the way, in which city are you now, someone wants to find you."

"Is there someone looking for me?" Mo Ran was taken aback for a moment, and then replied, "Is it a potential customer?"

"No, no, it's the vice president of the Fengyuan Alliance. She seems to be looking for you."

Mo Ran didn't know whether he was a man or a woman, but he felt uncomfortable when he heard the word "Alliance". If his previous black history might be revealed, then he would probably have to squat.

"I'm still in the forest. It's inconvenient. I just asked someone to borrow Pikachu to charge my phone." Mo Ran said, "Well, tell me your address first. Those elf cubes are ready. I'll send it to you in a few days."

"Okay, as expected, what you earn is the best." Mi Keli laughed on the other end of the phone.

"I haven't congratulated you on winning the championship yet." Mo Ran looked at the newspaper beside him, which showed Mikri smiling with a gold medal.

(End of this chapter)