The red rose of the age of elves

Chapter 89 Stimulation, Battle

After that, Alice kept silent and seemed a little depressed. She kept staring at Mo Ran's back, as if she was thinking about writing something.

It has been about three hours since the two started walking along the ventilation duct. During this period, there was no communication between the two, only the sound of footsteps.

Mo Ran glanced sideways at the back. He thought he had caught a big fish, but he didn't expect it to be a child of a big family who didn't know how to be warm and cold. This made him a little disappointed, but it also explained how she got all the money.

Boring dog-blood drama, Mo Ran thought of it.

"You are not suitable for the water fleet, not even for the dark group."

Mo Ran walked in front and spoke for the first time, breaking the calm. This was also what he said to Alice from the perspective of a bystander without any emotion.

That's right, with her three-legged cat deceiving people, and her plain and seemingly indifferent personality, there is only one dead word in the dark group.

"Um..."

Alice agreed softly, but she didn't know if she listened.

Mo Ran didn't continue talking.

In the evening of that day, Mo Ran and Alice walked out of the ventilation duct, and when they looked around, it was a forest.

Obviously, they have already walked out of Zijin City.

According to Master Lark Shadow's instructions, they will not return to the Fleet Base for the time being, but will temporarily wait outside the city for a few days, waiting for the limelight to pass before returning.

Mo Ran spent some time building his own nest. Although it is a nest, it is just a simple bed built on a tree trunk with a few branches.

He released a few elves, and they were all suffocated in the underground black market for almost a month. Of course, they were suffocated, especially Mukle, as soon as he was released from the elf ball, he flapped his wings, Fly everywhere in the air.

Mo Ran watched Mukle's flying voice with a smile.

"In a while, you go to fight Mukle, remember, stimulate him severely, he is only a step away from evolution."

Mo Ran stroked Ibrahimovic's body and whispered.

Ibrahimovic nodded, let out a cry, and showed a warlike look on his face. He hadn't fought for a month, and he was almost suffocated.

"Boy!"

He sent an invitation to fight against Mukle, who was flying in the sky.

Mukle cast a slanted glance at Ibrahimovic, then slowly landed, stood on the tree trunk, and looked at Mo Ran worriedly.

To be honest, he is still a little afraid of his trainer, even though he gave himself plenty of elf cubes, and the stuff is delicious, but he was captured by elf hunters, and he has a faint feeling towards humans the day after tomorrow fear.

Mo Ran nodded calmly, signaling Mukeer not to worry.

Alice was sitting in the distance watching with Liuwei in her arms, her expression was complicated, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Ibrahimovic moved first, kicked his back foot, jumped up like lightning, and the speed was a little faster than before.

Mukle was surprised, he had never fought with his "predecessors", and when he was not captured by elf hunters before, he fought with his ordinary and docile peers, Mukle.

So for Mukle, this is his first battle against the trainer elf, or it can be said to be his maiden battle.

Mukle was taken aback. He didn't expect Ibrahimovic's figure to be so fast, and before he could react, he felt a pain in his chest, was blasted off the tree trunk, and fell straight to the ground.

He spread his wings, barely maintained his balance, and looked at the tree trunk.

Under the moonlight, Ibrahimovic's figure was strong and vigorous, his previously docile and soft expression gradually disappeared, and a sneer appeared on Ibrahimovic's face. He hooked Muke'er, full of provocation!

"Mukel!"

Mukle croaked, and the bird's beak glowed with white light, and it poked towards Ibrahimovic.

Peck, a flying move.

Ibrahimovic saw Mukle's attack clearly, because the latter's attack was straight, and as long as the elves with some combat experience could avoid it directly.

He swayed, turned around like a matador, and Mukel's figure brushed past him.

Ibrahimovic bit Mukle's body with his sharp teeth, and shook him left and right, dropping him to the ground again.

"Boy." Ibrahimovic sneered, meaning that's all you can do?
Mo Ran watched from afar the battle where the senior bullied the younger. He originally wanted Mukel to find a target.

The lofty goal is too difficult to catch up, so Mo Ran simply asked Mukele to set the goal in his own team, and Ibrahimovic, as the most combative member of his team, naturally became the vicious man who educated Mukele. senior.

"It's not enough." Mo Ran murmured looking at the flickering battle scene, the excitement was still not enough.

"Ibrahimovic, don't hold back, beat him hard."

Mukel's hair stood on end, and he flew into the sky suddenly, sweating profusely. His back and wings were aching. Although his attack hit Ibrahimovic, the damage caused was not high, but his physical strength dropped a lot. Leading to more and more fatigue from the Vietnam War.

"Mukle, follow my instructions." Mo Ran smiled slightly and said.

Mukeer turned his fat and short body, and blew at Mo Ran, which meant that he understood.

"Pay attention to Ibrahimovic's movements. He can't turn around again in the air, so when he uses the lightning flash, the attack will be in a straight line. At that time, fly to his flanks and use peck on his body."

What Mo Ran first taught Mukle was to analyze in battle and maximize his own advantages.

It stands to reason that Mukle, as a flying elf, would be so embarrassingly attacked by an Eevee.

One is that Mukel is afraid, no matter how he attacks, Ibrahimovic will always show a ferocious smile that doesn't care.The second is that he did not maximize his advantage of being able to fly.

This is the first point that Mo Ran wants to teach the little elves, to understand their own advantages.

"It's now."

Mo Ran waved his hand violently, and Ibrahimovic was covered in white fluorescent light at this moment, jumping up straight from the ground and rushing towards Mukel.

Mukeer still had a trace of fear in his heart, but he followed Mo Ran's instructions, fluttering his wings and flashing to the right, while the bird's beak was glowing with white light.

"Peck!" Mo Ran ordered, and Mukeer pecked towards his side without thinking.

"puff!"

Ibrahimovic's body twisted in the air, showing a sneer, he felt the pain from his side, this junior was finally able to use some decent attacks.

"Mukle!" Mukele exclaimed excitedly, obviously because of the excitement that his attack caused effective damage.

At the same time, in his heart, he did not disobey Mo Ran's instructions so much, and even felt that he could win only by obeying Mo Ran's instructions.

This is the second point that Mo Ran taught the elves to believe in the trainer, and the battle can be won.

(End of this chapter)