Pokémon White Hero

In the middle of the night, Dylan dreamed of the strange elf again, which was different from the dream of the previous night.

This time Dylan seemed to be able to hear his voice. He seemed to be asking for help?

The location is...that cave?

Dylan slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were shining with colorful lights, which looked very dazzling in the dark tent.

Dylan stood up, glanced at N and the elves who were still sleeping, then put on his clothes and walked out of the tent with a backpack.

On the way, Dylan was still in the same state as before, as if he had the ability to see at night.

The little elf who couldn't be seen during the day also showed his presence.

It is an elf that looks a bit like a single egg cell ball, and a bit like an insect-type elf. It is a small lump and looks very cute.

He looks a little listless now. Is it because of the dark night?Does he replenish energy through photosynthesis?

Dylan turned around twice, seeing little elves like this everywhere he looked.

Why is there no record of this elf in Carlos' illustrated book?

Dylan tried to put the elf ball on his body gently, but the elf ball didn't respond?

Dylan dunked it again, but there was still no reaction, which is a bit interesting...

Isn't the other party an elf?

In 1925, Professor Nishino Mori, the founder of elfology, was conducting experiments on extracting the angry energy of fire monkeys.

The professor, who has reached retirement age, made a mistake in giving the Firestorm Monkey the wrong dose of medicine, causing the important Firestorm Monkey to become weak.

Perhaps out of its survival instinct, the firestorm monkey huddled into the nearby professor's reading glasses case, balling up like a fetus.

This incident became an opportunity for the development of Pokémon capture capsules, and also established a method for capturing Pokémon.

In later generations, the production of Poké Balls also became a mixture of tree fruits and steel. With a large number of production methods, trainers were able to ride on the wind.

The seven elf balls in Dylan's hand were made by Dr. Buratano when he went to Chengdu and asked a master craftsman to make them.

Poké balls are also made with hand-made craftsmanship, but they cannot be mass-produced, but their performance is much better than mass-produced poké balls.

Some people think that the elf ball relies on a special electromagnetic wave to put the elf into the elf ball. Some people think that this is a very mature space technology that shrinks the elf and puts it into the elf ball.

But since seeing the situation of Three Bees, Dylan also had his own ideas.It can be seen from the dying three bees that when the elf dies or gradually dies, the body will collapse into the most primitive attribute energy, and the attribute energy is spread throughout the world. Will the elf included in the elf ball also become What about an energy that can maintain its form?

Whether it is the colorful light or the previous red light, when you take in the elf, you can clearly see the change in the elf's body, as if its shape has been changed.

So what's going on with this little elf?No matter what method Dylan uses, he can't bring the opponent into the ball. Does that mean that the opponent's energy or radio waves are essentially different from other elves?

In other words... he is a mythical beast?

Are all these green elves here mythical beasts?

Carlos's mythical beast is really strange.

The unique little elf can't think of anything other than the mythical beast Dylan. After all, even Victini can score goals, but it is said that there is also a trainer of the nightmare phantom god Darkrai in the league.

It is also possible for the mythical beast to score goals...

But this mythical beast made the Poke Ball not even react, which was so strange.

Dylan put down the Poké Ball and chose to stop the experiment.

If the other party is a mythical beast, what is he observing me for during the day?

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I can’t figure it out. Each mythical beast has its own way of thinking and considerations, and Dylan doesn’t know what the other person is thinking, so forget it.

Dylan began to continue walking, and all the elves lurking in the shadows would instinctively retreat when they saw his distinctive eyes. Thanks to this, Dylan was not attacked by even a single wild elf along the way.

Arriving at the territory of the Giant Needle Bee, a seemingly tall tree was covered with hives. There were six smaller hives protecting the middle one. That should be the hive of the leader of the Giant Needle Bee, right?

All the hives are connected together with special materials, and there are several large needle bees still patrolling. There should be other large needle bees patrolling further away from the hive, but Dylan avoided them.

Without disturbing the giant needle bees, Dylan chose to bypass them and go to the cave at the back. Due to the rescue operation during the day, there were only two giant needle bees in the cave guarding the honey.

Dylan ignored them and followed the feeling in his heart to another road. After passing through the long aisle, Dylan came to the end.

There was a pile of rusty scraps of metal.

Dylan stood there in a daze and looked at the pile of scrap metal. In Dylan's eyes, the body of this pile of scrap metal clearly had dragon-type power flowing inside it. He was a dragon-type elf?

This is the majestic little elf I saw in my dream. What happened to him?

Dylan put his trembling hands on his body and tried to transfer the dragon attribute power in his body to him, hoping to make him do the same thing as the velvet sheep during the day, but the other party did not respond.

Although he knew that some steel-type elves would have this kind of physical disease similar to rust, Dylan had never seen such a serious disease. His whole body was directly covered with rust. He was afraid that he would not be a trypophobe after seeing it. I fainted on the spot.

The power in his body was extremely exhausted, and the fire of life was unstable as if it would be blown away in the next second.

Dylan can only try his best to stabilize his life, and now it is difficult for him to even wake up.

It's hard to imagine that if Dylan hadn't come here tonight, this little elf would have probably turned into real scrap metal, and would have probably been scattered in the air with the wind.

When Dylan was rescuing him, Iron Block opened his eyes slightly in a position that looked like his head, and what he saw was Dylan with tears in his eyes...

One person and one elf spent the rest of the night like this.