Elf: Meet the King of Goblins at the beginning

Electricity continued to surge on Zeraora's body, making crackling sounds in the air.

This is a sign that its body is filled with a large amount of electrical energy.

Unlike most electric elves, Zeraora does not have organs in its body that can generate electricity. It mainly relies on absorbing electrical energy from the outside world to maintain its combat needs.

And its characteristics are extremely suitable for the fact that it does not have a power-generating organ, but needs to absorb electrical energy from the outside world and store it in the body.

Zeraora has only one trait.

That's electricity storage.

A Pokémon with this characteristic is not affected by electric-type moves. When hit by an electric-type move, it will recover 1 to 4 of its maximum HP.

Charge Charge is a very powerful electric-type move.

There is a thunder elf who is a king-level trainer who also has this characteristic, and he has developed a unique electrotherapy system based on it.

It is very simple to use the power storage feature to restore blood, and anyone can do it.

But in this way, he developed a blood recovery system that no one can imitate.

That would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

This king's thunder elf has a very special thunder move.

Others' thunder is a one-time thing.

But it's thunderous.

It seems to be a weather-type move.

Thunderstorms hovered in the sky, and thunder fell continuously, which could last for half an hour.

Even the World Elf Alliance is arguing about this.

Do you think this is a new weather move similar to praying for rain or sunny weather?

However, because only the King of Heaven's Thunder Spirit mastered this move by chance, it was an exception. Therefore, the mutant version of this thunder move - thunderstorm, was not successfully rated as a weather move.

But after his Thunder Spirit activated the thunderstorm, it actually became a perpetual motion machine, an extremely perverted existence that could infinitely recover blood while fighting.

And this king-level trainer is now the number one person in the Free Federation, Caesar!

After the term championship level was proposed, he was already the strongest champion of the Free Federation.

Closer to home.

Zeraora's body surface flashed with electricity, indicating that it had entered combat mode.

At this moment, there was only one figure left in its eyes, and that was Pushkin in front of him.

Pushkin on the high platform put down the bottle of wine with an interested expression on his face.

An elf ball on his waist shook.

It seemed to remind him that this elf was special.

Pushkin's eyes flashed.

"An elf!"

"Why did the guard let you in?"

"Are you trying to challenge me by putting on this appearance?"

"Looking at your appearance, you are an electric elf, and it is a species I have never seen before."

"Hahaha, in that case, I accept your challenge."

"But if I lose my challenge, I will be punished, just like the coward just now."

"But for you, I suddenly want to change the way of punishment."

Pushkin's lips curved into a smile.

An electric elf that even he, the king of electricity, had never seen before.

Just now his elf reminded him that this was a king-level elf.

There is an idiom in China, which is called throwing oneself into a trap.

"Hey, elf, you don't have a master!"

"If you lose, you're mine!"

Pushkin pressed a button on the side without leaving any trace, and all upward passages were closed.

The escape route has been cut off.

Then he waved his hand.

Eight king-level elves appeared on the battlefield.

Pushkin's eight elves are carved from the same mold, with the same indifference in their eyes.

The eyes of the eight elves were full of indifference to life, and each one exuded a terrifying aura, like a messenger from hell.

Pushkin did not regard elves as beings equal to himself.

You can hear it from the name he just called.

Owner.

He calls himself the master of the elves.

Not the kind of ridiculous partner that only children can say.

In ancient slave societies.

The master has the right to decide whether the slave lives or dies.

In his opinion, the elves are his slaves.

Because of this mentality, he made great efforts to train every elf like hell. Each of his elf has experienced countless death battles.

These eight heavenly king-level elves are the result of his training in hell.

Achievements are achieved by stepping on white bones.

Each one is an extremely powerful fighting machine, with combat power far exceeding that of elves of the same level.

"Choose one as your opponent."

Pushkin looked at his masterpiece and at Zeraora.

This elf may become his most satisfying masterpiece.

Zeraora seemed not to hear Pushkin's voice.

When Pushkin released the elf, all its attention was focused on a figure in front of it.

Zeraora's lips trembled.

Look at one of the figures.

The voice contained a bit of temptation, a bit of pain, and a bit of hope.

"Kitten monster, is that you?"

"Little Kitty Monster, do you still know me? I'm here to take you back."

"It's me, Zeraora."

In front of Zeraora, among Pushkin's eight heavenly king-level elves, the indifferent pupils of the Roentgen cat suddenly flashed a flicker.

In Zeraora's constant shouting.

Its eyes returned to focus, and Zeraora's figure gradually became clearer. A long-standing memory also broke through its shackles, rushing out from the deepest part of its memory.

......

It was an unknown mountain.

"Zeraora, where are we going to play today?"

A little kitten and a Pichu stood under the tree and looked at Zeraora, who was half lying on the tree, and extended an invitation to her.

Seeing her good friends coming to play with her, the young Zeraora spit out the branch she was holding in her mouth and jumped down from the tree happily.

......

It's still that unknown mountain.

A group of ferocious-looking humans were laughing maniacally.

"There are so many elves here. Let's search carefully to see if there are any particularly rare elves."

The little kitten was hiding in a tree hole and shivering.

I prayed in my heart that Pichu's residence would not be discovered, and that Zeraora would not come back at this time.

A pair of big hands pried open the dead leaves piled in front of the tree hole.

"Boss, we have the goods here."

"It's a little monster!"

The little kitten bit it in one bite.

A coconut palm used superpowers to control it tightly and lift it up.

The little kitten struggled to break free from the shackles of his superpower and bit the coconut tree again.

"Oh, it's very exciting, boss. This little kitten looks pretty good. It can even be used to crush it."

The man who was called the boss came with a ring bear and knocked the little kitten to the ground with one palm.

"Yes, take it with you."

"Boss, there is another Pichu here."

Pichu jumped out of the grass where he was hiding and used the most powerful electric shock to save the little kitten from the bad guys.

But he was easily stopped by the coconut egg tree.

"What's the use of such waste elves? There are so many of them like rats on the roadside."

"Handed."

"Pichu!" The little kitten closed its eyes in despair. The last thing it saw was that Pichu's neck was broken, like a piece of rag thrown to the ground.

......

"Pichu, the little cat monster."

"Pichu, little kitty monster!"

"Pichu, little kitty monster, where are you?"

Zeraora, who happened to go to the forest next door to learn boxing skills from the master of the Dou Li Mushroom, heard that the nameless peak had been attacked by human hunters, and hurried back to the nameless peak with the master.

But the familiar friends no longer came to greet him.

There are only a few green caterpillars, unicorn bugs and other elves left on the mountain peak, and each of them knows nothing.

Finally, Zeraora and Master Mushroom arrived near the homes of Kitten and Pichu.

Pichu lay on the ground, motionless, and despite Zeraora's constant shouting, there was no sound like before.

Holding Pichu's body, Zeraora walked to the tree hole of the little kitten.

The tree hole is full of claw marks left after struggling.

There was a pool of dried blood on the ground.

It's left by humans.

"Pichu!"

"Kitty Monster!"

The painful sound pierced through the sky, making the Dou Li Mushroom master beside him extremely worried.

Zeraora knelt before the tree.

Three days and nights.

Dryed tears.