Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

"I have some new wounds, and the wounds that haven't healed yet are starting to get worse... I clearly told you that healing your wounds is the most important thing!"

Flower Therapist Huanhuan looked at the bleeding parts of Zeraora's body with some distress, and quickly activated her own vine which was just strung with a few scattered flowers, releasing bursts of sweet and pleasant fragrance, covering the wounds.

With the help of aromatherapy, the big yellow cat, who had been frowning from beginning to end, finally relaxed a little.

"Not good. The original wound has already shown a tendency to become inflamed and infected. If it is not treated further, the probability of worsening is very high," said the flower healer Huanhuan worriedly. There was fatigue in her light green eyes. It seemed that the simple treatment just now had consumed a lot of her energy. "Zeraora, put on my wreath. This way you can stop the injury."

As it said this, it started to dismantle the wreath.

But the next moment, Zeraora's big furry claws quickly pressed down Hualiao Huanhuan's thin arm, stopping its next move neatly.

"No. It's not good for your health if there are no flowers."

The wreath woven by the Flower Therapy Ring does have a very good healing and calming effect. Before the order here collapses, it can even serve as an assistant to Miss Joy in the Pokémon Center, just like Happiny.

But after sending the wreath, it has to pick new flowers in time to make a new wreath, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable. In this terrible world, it is not easy to find plants that are still alive, let alone fresh flowers.

So, Zeraora succinctly rejected the other party's kindness, then set his eyes on the black woven bag next to his paws and continued, "I found some human food in the ruins of those buildings... Check which ones have not spoiled."

Hualiao Huanhuan sighed softly with a complicated expression.

……

"Zeraora is in this kind of place?" Liang Yin, who was carrying a large backpack full of stuff, stood on a small hill made of construction waste. He stretched his neck and looked around. He was surprised to find that this was a human city - well, at least it used to be. "What a desolate city."

That's right, it's desolate.

The dilapidated buildings were like old men in their twilight years, lying crookedly on the bumpy land, and the gaps in the walls seemed to be groaning faintly; on the black asphalt road, countless garbage and rusty cars were stranded in place; the air seemed to have stopped flowing, without a trace of wind, and the smell of decadence and decay spread...

In this classic doomsday scene, Liang Yin would not feel at all out of place even if a bloodthirsty zombie with its intestines dragging out suddenly jumped out from somewhere.

"As expected... after all, you still want to have a baby."

"The survival kits that were urgently ordered came in handy."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, feeling fortunate for his wise decision.

However, the most urgent task now is to find the client.

According to the explanation given by the staff of the Pokémon Dream Center, the location where you are teleported should not be too far away from the client, and it is even possible that you will be face to face with the other party like the first commission.

Liang Yin climbed down the pile of construction waste using his hands and feet, and walked around, trying to find any trace of Zeraora, but things did not go as he wished.

"Why not try calling it by its name?" Liang Yin thought for a while and found that although this method was a bit simple and crude, it was still an effective solution.

"Zeraora? Where are you?" He put his hands into a trumpet shape and called out, "Can you come out and see me? I'm here to help you."

Behind a collapsed wall, the electric cat was using its claws to dig through the broken bricks, trying to search for food buried underneath. The cat paused, and a hint of hesitation flashed across its light blue eyes, which were then swallowed up by endless seriousness.

Humans? There are still humans in this city?

No, this human seemed to have called out my name?

Although it could not understand human language, Zeraora's keen hearing still allowed it to capture the key words.

That guy is coming for me?!

"Haven't these damned humans caused us enough harm? What else do they want to do now?!"

It suppressed the anger in its heart, and blue electric light flashed "crackling" on its quietly clenched claws, beautiful yet extremely dangerous.

"That human yelling like that will attract those guys here."

"I have to leave first."

Zeraora took a deep breath, stepped on the soft blue pads, nimbly avoided obstacles, and walked away without making any sound in the unique lurking posture of a cat.

This city is not as quiet as it appears.

The group of already crazy ultimate beasts were lurking in the shadows like hunters, waiting for their chance to strike.

Now, it is obvious that the human being who was ignorant of the danger has been completely exposed under their noses.

"Good luck, human."

It pulled the corners of its mouth and forced out a sneer.

On the other side, Liang Yin, who had not received a response for a long time, was also confused. Logically, Zeraora should have heard his call...

So what is the reason why it has not shown up yet?

After thinking for a while, he suddenly hammered his palm and suddenly realized: "Zeraora may not understand human language, so he is still on guard."

In his impression, although the protagonist Ash in the animation often "communicates seamlessly" with Pikachu, this kind of tacit understanding is simply not something that ordinary trainers and Pokémon can achieve.

There have been many cases in the plot where wild Pokémon cannot understand human language and misunderstand the people who come to rescue them...

In fact, the solution is very simple.

"Boo-ee-boo-boo-boo-boo!"

Anyway, after observing just now, it didn't seem like there was anyone else here, so Liang Yin overcame his inner shame and repeated the previous words in Ibrahimovic's language.

"Sususu!"

A strange noise came from the gaps between the broken bricks and stones.

"Hmm? Zeraora?"

Liang Yin smiled and turned his head.

But the next moment, a cold light flashed across his right cheek and greedily took away a few drops of bright red blood. The severe pain of torn flesh made his face change instantly.

This is a Stand... Oh no, the Pokémon is attacking!

Done!

Liang Yin seemed to be able to see a dark red word "danger" floating on his forehead.

The next moment, another sword light as swift as lightning appeared before his eyes, and the breath of death was overwhelming.

"!!!"

The attack was too fast, even the eyes could hardly keep up. Liang Yin, a mortal, was powerless even if he wanted to dodge.

Accidents happen again!

The shining blue thunder smashed down like a waterfall, and the gorgeous energy tide swallowed up the sword light, and what came late was the roaring sound when the lightning shattered the air, as crisp as the cry of an eagle in the sunset.

The agile figure of Jeraora stood in front of Liang Yin.