Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

At this time, around the cave entrance, there was a group of elves with strength close to the gym level gathered.

"Well……"

Donald waved his hand nervously, trying to put on a relaxed smile, but sweat began to seep out of his forehead and quietly slid down.

It has already shown his inner anxiety.

“I’m dying! I’m dying!”

Donald secretly groaned in his heart.

It turned out that he had a sparring match with a group of elves yesterday (actually he just beat them up), and now these elves called their parents.

Through the reflections in the elves' eyes, Donald could clearly see the expression on his own face——————

That's the depression brought on by Donald's "peace talks," and it's only getting worse.

Obviously, happiness built on the pain of others often comes most easily.

At this time, the parents whose children were beaten by Donald also turned their eyes to him.

There was a smile of confidence on his face.

Donald's face became even more bitter when he realized what might happen next.

He still wanted to make one last struggle to ensure that he would not make the same mistake again.

Unfortunately, the elves didn't want to listen to his explanation at all. They didn't waste any time talking to him and unanimously asked him to leave immediately, otherwise they would attack him.

The Beedrill is completely different from other ordinary bees.

It has three stingers and is a huge poisonous bee. Its body is more than half a meter long and is covered with circles of golden patterns.

At this moment, the giant horn bees looked at the enemy in front of them who bullied their child "Unicorn Beetle", with some "buzzing" sounds, ready to launch an attack at any time.

Donald's eyes changed slightly, revealing a hint of worry.

To put it nicely, those Overlord-level elves are people of temperament;

But to put it bluntly, they are barbarians who disregard worldly rules, are too impulsive, and only help their relatives instead of others.

I've said I won't do it again and I won't give people a chance to reform.

You are a very bad elf.

In the dark cave, there was only a pair of eyes emitting faint light. The cave was extremely quiet, with only the "whoosh" sound of breathing being heard.

In the sunshine, a handsome guy is thinking constantly.

Although his face was haggard, his bloodshot eyes were extremely tense and his expression remained frighteningly calm.

“Hehehehe….”

Donald shuddered violently after hearing the terrifying elves' laughter.

Although he had heard it more than once today and many times, he couldn't help but feel creepy every time he heard this laughter.

“Hehehehe….”

This is simply paired with the villain's laughter.

It has to be said that the elves who have lived long have held high positions in the forest for many years. Although they have not learned the bright and magnificent atmosphere, they have indeed studied the intrigues well.

Donald thought to himself that the laughter of these elves gave him a chill.

He knew that these elves must have bad intentions and their purpose might be to harm him.

Donald felt helpless and frightened, not knowing how to deal with these terrible elves.

However, he also knew that he couldn't back down.

He had to stay calm and find a way to deal with the situation.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He began to think about his strengths and weaknesses, trying to find a way to protect himself.

One simulation scene after another appeared in Donald's mind, quickly simulating the outcome of the battle.

In the first simulation, Donald was like falling into a spider web, trapped by the elves' double blockade and thus defeated by them.

Donald looked calm and unperturbed by the result.

What is simulation?

It is like a key that, through repeated simulations and calculations, can unlock the locks of various possible situations.

During this process, there are naturally simulations with successful results and simulations with failed results.

What Donald needs to do is to find the safest and optimal solution from countless simulations.

This is the essence of simulation.

So the failure of the first simulation is nothing at all.

Donald continued the simulation, trying other cracking methods to see if he could break the elves' attack.

However, the subsequent simulation process was unexpectedly not smooth.

Every time it made a move, the elves' double blockade would come down like a mountain crushing an egg, completely cutting off its retreat and leaving it no chance.

After many simulations, he finally found a flaw and avoided the double blockade of the elves.

However, the elves pursued and attacked him relentlessly like a thorn in his side until he exhausted all his strength and was defeated.

After countless simulations, Donald did not have a single winning result.

No matter how I calculated or simulated, in front of so many elves:

There hasn't been a single simulation of victory, which means this is a losing battle.

A heavy haze hung over Donald's heart.

Donald knew very well that if he dared to say "no", the swarm of giant bees would attack without hesitation.

Their tails were raised, and their poisonous needles flashed with cold light, shooting towards you rapidly like a rain of needles filling the sky.

The battle horn sounded, and Donald dodged the oncoming rain of needles.

He brandished the weapon in his hand and engaged in a fierce battle with the swarm of Beedrills.

Every swing showed his determination and strength, and every dodge showed his agility and wit.

The Beedrill's attack was as fierce as a storm, but Donald did not retreat.

He shuttled between the rain of needles, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

His eyes were focused and determined, not missing any flaws.

As time went by, wounds gradually appeared on Donald's body, but his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

Each of his attacks was more ferocious, and each of his dodges was more agile.

Finally, in a precise counterattack, the swarm of Beedrills hit Donald's vital points.

He let out a whine and fell to the ground.

The speed was so fast that it was shocking, and the tragic scene of being stabbed into a hornet's nest seemed to be right in front of me.

Well...it's not impossible.

Thinking of this, Donald's forehead twisted in pain, and he covered his forehead tightly, as if trying to squeeze the horrible picture out of his mind.

His breathing became rapid and a little whimpering, as if he was lamenting his impending fate.

However, in the abyss of fear and despair, a trace of indomitable fighting spirit also surged in Donald's heart.

He knew that escape was impossible and only by facing it would he have a chance of survival.

He took a deep breath, straightened his body, and a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes.

Start a life-and-death struggle, use your courage and wisdom to fight for that glimmer of hope.

Or be a coward and leave timidly?