National Elf: Who said that pig farmers can't be super gods?

"Classmate Zhugechen, are you sure you really want Spearow to be your first elf?"

Nan Mengli looked confused and had no idea what Zhuge Chen had in mind.

You can't be angry with yourself, so the first elf chose the Spearow!

"Classmate Zhugechen, why don't you think about it again?"

"Although the Spearow can be tamed more easily, it has no advantage in terms of potential or attributes..."

"It's not suitable to be the first elf at all!"

Zhuge Chen shook his head, the expression on his face was already dull.

"No need! Just this one!"

"I always believe that there is no weakest elf, only the weakest trainer."

"Just like the first-generation Champion and Pikachu, didn't the race value of 320 still defeat a quasi-divine beast and write a legend that does not belong to them?"

Zhuge Chen was so proud that the blood in his body was even more ablaze.

However, he was just pretending to be happy, while Nan Mengli on the side was really full of questions.

She even wondered if Zhuge Chen's mind was broken.

Ever since elves became known to humans, it has been thousands of years since there was an exceptional demon talent like the first-generation champion.

There are no other strong men in the world who do not have quasi-divine beasts. As for the top few in the God of War Alliance, they are even recognized by the mythical beasts. They have gained a position above everyone by relying on the crushing strength of the mythical beasts.

As for the first-generation champion... to put it bluntly, that is just a story used by the older generation to encourage young people.

After all, no one knows what the original champion looked like.

After defeating many masters to reach the top of the world, the first-generation champion completely disappeared from the world.

Since then, there has been no news.

It was once rumored that the first generation of champions was just a story made up by a group of masters.

Some people say that the first-generation champion found it too boring to have no opponents and found a place to live in seclusion.

Thousands of years have passed, and his story is still circulating in the world.

However, such a monster has never appeared again. Except for the three-time champion of the Elf Masters No. 20, no one has truly understood the power of fetters.

Since then, everyone has pursued the potential and talents of elves even more.

As for the connection between minds, it is too elusive. Even though many people have pursued it, they have to give up in the end due to various reasons.

Thinking of this, Nan Mengli couldn't help but shake his head.

Looking at Zhuge Chen again, she suddenly felt that the man in front of her was different from everyone else she had ever seen.

"Is he really the son of fortune predicted in the prophecy?"

This thought flashed through Nan Mengli's mind.

"Oh, how is it possible? Before yesterday, he was just an ordinary person who couldn't even touch the elves!"

While she was thinking about it, Zhuge Chen took out the elf ball from his pocket.

But what makes Nan Mengli strange is that he stared at the Poké Ball without making any next move.

"Huh? Is this some new way to capture elves?"

"Do you still need to say a silent prayer in your mind before throwing the ball?"

Suddenly, Zhuge Chen raised his head.

A light flashed in his eyes as vast as stars.

Holding the elf ball tightly in his hand, Zhuge Chen even made a gesture of throwing the ball.

At this moment, he turned around suddenly and looked at Nan Mengli with confusion.

"Um...Mengli classmate, I would like to ask what button you need to press before throwing the ball!"

"This is my first time using a Poké Ball, and I still don't know... how to use it!"

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Nan Mengli had a dark look on his face, and he wanted to scold her.

It seems that I really think highly of him. How could he be the son of luck?

After pretending to be x for so long, it turns out that I don’t know how to use the elf ball.

Too bad I thought...

"Oh! Forget it!" With a wry smile, Nan Mengli nodded helplessly.

"See that little red dot in the middle?"

"Hold it for three seconds and then throw it out... Wait for the elf ball to suck the elf inside. If the elf does not break free within ten seconds, it means that your subjugation was successful this time!"

Zhuge Chen nodded and threw the elf ball out according to Nan Mengli's instructions.

Along with a colorful light, the Spearow was sucked into the Poké Ball.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Zhuge Chen thought silently in his heart, even though he had done this countless times in the game in his previous life.

But when the real elf was about to be conquered by him, a lot of cold sweat broke out in his palms.

drop!drop!drop!Ding!

The indicator light on the elf ball kept flashing until the light completely dissipated.

Only then did Zhuge Chen's hanging heart finally calm down.

"Congratulations, classmate Zhuge Chen, for having your first elf. You are now a real elf trainer!"

Nan Mengli walked to him with a smile.

It was obvious that she was happy for Zhuge Chen from the bottom of her heart.

"correct!"

Zhuge Chen was still intoxicated in the joy of obtaining the elves.

Nan Mengli seemed to suddenly remember something.

"What's wrong? Classmate Mengli!"

Zhuge Chen was shocked.

Hey Hey hey!Can you finish speaking in one breath without gasping for breath?

Do you know that if you keep scaring me like this, it will really scare people to death?

"I just remembered that you are not a real elf trainer yet."

"After you have your first elf, you have to go to the city center to take the elf assessment."

"Only after you pass the assessment and obtain the Elf Trainer Medal can you become a recognized trainer, and then you can restore the elves' physical strength for free in the city center!"

After being reminded like this by her, Zhuge Chen remembered that such a thing had happened.

In this world, most people awaken their talents in schools. There are not many people like Zhuge Chen who suddenly awaken their talents and obtain elves, but there are definitely not many.

To cope with this situation, each country has its own system.

In the Xia Kingdom, one must pass the assessment and obtain a medal in order to enjoy the related benefits of an elf trainer.

Not only can you receive a monthly subsidy, but restoring the elves' physical strength, hatching elven eggs, etc. are all free of charge.

Of course, enjoying these comes with a price.

Whenever a city is threatened, or a war breaks out between countries.

Elf trainers who receive medals must unconditionally accept the call from the country.

There are also some people who don't want to be restrained, so they give up on getting the trainer medal.

This kind of people are usually called elf ronin. Most of them have a lot of money or have strong support behind them.

Otherwise, the sky-high cost of cultivating elves is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Okay! Let's go to the city center first!"

Zhuge Chen nodded and was about to go to the roadside to hail a taxi.

Who knows, Nan Mengli suddenly took out a bunch of car keys from his pocket and waved them in front of Zhuge Chen.

"Stop taking a taxi, my car happens to be parked near here!"

"Let's go in my car!"