Ten thousand years of prehistory of elves

"Fuck? Water splash?"

He Chen was dumbfounded.

The reason why he stayed was not because Big Brutal took the initiative to use water splash, but because...

"Snapped--"

The big and cruel body jumped up high, and the splashing water, which was originally useless in the future, was like a series of slaps + impacts + random blows, hitting the body of the love fish.

The love fish was kicked up high, then kicked up again after falling down.

"Is this really a water splash?"

He Chen was stunned.

The love fish was so helpless to fight back by the fierce water splash, and was slapped ashore by the big murderous tail in a short while.

He Chen was stunned and didn't react.

"Ho Chi Ho Chi?"

Big Cruelty: What's the matter?

"No, no, the cruelty is awesome!"

He Chen swallowed his saliva.

He suddenly had an idea.

Why is the strength of the carp king greatly improved after the evolution of the tyrannosaurus?

According to his understanding, Magikarp's evolution of Gyarados also needs to be able to withstand enough energy.

Why it is difficult for many Magikarp to evolve into Magikarp? This is not only because of experience issues, but also because of the weakness of Magikarp during his period.

How could such a weak carp king withstand such a large amount of energy?

Why did it evolve into a tyrannosaurus after learning to strike in the previous life?

Coupled with the legend of the carp leaping over the dragon gate in the previous life...

It seems that the water splash jump is not that simple.

"Perhaps only the best Magikarp can turn Water Splash from the most useless skill into a real skill? The higher the Water Splash, the greater the potential?"

The more He Chen thought about it, the more it made sense.

"Da cruel, you continue to patrol, I will take the love fish back."

This love fish is not heavy, you can take it back for dinner and cook a pot of fish soup.

"But Zi and Di are both helping, so I'm the only one cooking?"

He Chen has never eaten love fish before, so he doesn’t know what love fish tastes like.

Someone salvaged it a few days ago, but He Chen couldn't afford it, so it was very embarrassing.

"But this wooden pole is not very practical!"

When He Chen returned home, he threw the fish outside into the water tank, and then dealt with it when it was time to eat.

He looked at the fishing rod in his hand.

"The material of the pole is not good, and neither is the fishing line."

The fishing line must be tough, otherwise it will not be good if it breaks like the later generations, especially the fishing rod, which was almost torn just now.

"The love fish is like this, what if I drop Kyogre in the future?"

He Chen touched his chin.

In previous games, fishing rods were graded, including super fishing rods, intermediate fishing rods, and primary fishing rods.

He estimated that it is based on the quality of the fishing rod, that is, the material of the rod and fishing line.

It's just that in the previous life, alloys were used to make fishing rods, and special plastic materials were used to make fishing lines.

"So, the material is very important."

He Chen was distressed.

Where is there any good material here!It's either stone or wood. If it's the world of cultivating immortals, it's okay to say that there are some natural treasures. The problem is that this is the world of elves.

"It would be great if there is some power of the main god! Get a main artifact to play with..."

"Huh, that's not right..."

He Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.

The power of the Lord God!Master artifact!

He remembered that he had seen in his previous life that the main artifact was not powerful because of its material, but because of the power of the main god, that is, the person who cultivated it was strong.

That is to say, a main god holding an ordinary iron woodcutter and accumulating a main artifact is also more powerful than the artifact made by Tiancaidibao.

"This protagonist has the power of a waveguide!" He Chen was excited, but pondered for a while: "But better materials are needed, the better the materials, the more chances they will be produced."

Thinking about it, he weighed the fishing rod in his hand, and decided to go to Xiaobai to shoot some white things out, the more the better.

"Wood... By the way, I don't know if there is any World Tree!"

He Chen thought of the World Tree where the dream was.

But in an instant he dismissed the idea.

There should still be a lot of dreams in this era, so the world tree probably hasn't appeared yet!

"It's a pity that dreams exist, but I haven't encountered them." He Chen felt a little regretful.

In the legend that He Chen learned in his previous life, Mengmeng is the ancestor of all elves, and it is very likely that a group of dreams evolved into many different elves.

Of course, I don't know if it's true or not.

After all, everything is a "legend", and legends will have elements of falsehood and exaggeration.

For example, in his previous life, He Chen thought that the three dogs of Shuijun were all resurrected from the phoenix, but later learned that the three dogs of Shuijun all had their own ethnic groups.

"Oh, I have to find a piece of wood first." While thinking, He Chen walked to Monument Mountain.

People from the Dahuang and Black Dog tribes were drying fish, and Xiaobai was helping with his telekinesis.

Now I fish regularly every day, and I still catch a lot of fish. In addition to eating normally, the excess must be dried in the sun, otherwise it will not be stored at all.

Every household is transporting processed fresh fish and dried fish back and forth, and there are various elf partners guarding the dried fish.

Especially the three tribes of Black Dog seem to have experienced similar theft incidents before, so they are particularly afraid that someone or elves will steal their food.

The people of the Dahuang tribe are not very afraid, because in the past, when Grandpa Baidie's domain was there, no elves could come in. The people of the Dahuang tribe were very united, and no theft would happen at all.

"Xiaobai, come here!"

He Chen shouted at the huge white figure flying in the sky.

Xiaobai was so busy that he knew something was wrong when he saw He Chen like that, but he had no choice but to fly over helplessly.

"What?"

Xiaobai: What's wrong with you, old man?

"Here, use silk spinning..."

"puff--"

A large ball of white silk smeared on He Chen's face.

"Bah bah bah..."

He Chen wiped it off and darkened his face: "I think you did it on purpose."

This kid must have wanted to take revenge on him long ago.

"I will send you on patrol tonight if you are disobedient!"

"What~"

Xiaobai immediately lowered his eyebrows and flew down, stopped on He Chen's head, and rubbed it gently.

"Quickly, spin the silk."

He Chen said angrily.

Xiaobai immediately opened his mouth and spit out lightly, a silk thread appeared, and then fell into He Chen's hand.

"Come on, come on, come on more."

Xiaobai's eyes narrowed and he spit out a few more.

"Not enough."

"puff--"

"Come again and again."

"puff--"

……

Twenty minutes later.

"What~"

Xiaobai now looked sallow and thin, looking at He Chen imploringly.

"All right……"

He Chen could see that Xiaobai really missed the shot.

Xiaobai's eyes suddenly showed hope.

"Continue in half an hour, take a good rest!"

The hope in Xiaobai's eyes was shattered.

He Chen laughed: "By the way, you go to Uncle Mao's and let him make it."

Unable to find a suitable fishing rod and stick, He Chen was going to just use this one.

……

"You said you were going to make a fishing rod?"

Mao was a little surprised.

He felt that rod fishing was too inefficient compared to net fishing.

"Yes, I want to temper my strength." He Chen just explained slightly.

Mao pondered for a moment, then stood up and said, "According to what Chen Wu said, the fishing rod should be hard and flexible at the same time, and it also needs a certain length..."

"Uh-huh."

He Chen nodded, and then regretted: "It's a pity that there is no such wood."

Unexpectedly, Mao shook his head: "It doesn't have to be just wood..."

"Oh?"