Elf Dark Insect Master

If it weren't for its gentleness and kindness, it would not actively persuade its companions to surrender, lest they continue to be tortured and harmed by poison.

If it weren't for what he said before, hoping that Wutong would let him go, then Wutong might have a certain chance of not being so determined and saying that he would kill him if he didn't want to be subdued.

It's very simple. People who beg for mercy from their enemies and hope to let them go usually fall into three situations.

One type is particularly cowardly, and when faced with difficulties, they only know how to leave the decision-making power to others;

One is particularly kind and naive, thinking that all other creatures in the world are as true, good and beautiful as themselves;

The last one is due to unspeakable difficulties, rather than a weak heart or naivety.

Wutong felt that this almost-doll was not the first type, but should be the second type. So it was this kind of character that would be particularly easy to bully. If she was tougher, she would be almost unable to refuse. It was probably a female almost-doll.

Finally, the two similar dolls finally stopped arguing. They both turned to Wutong, their ears had drooped to the side of their heads, and they called out to him.

"it is good."

Wutong said a single word simply, then reached out to his belt with his two hands, took out two Poke Balls that were usually shrunk, pressed the button to enlarge them to normal size, and threw them towards them at the same time.

The concentrated red light emitted by the elf ball enveloped them and was sucked into the elf ball.

The elf ball on the right shook a little, and the elf ball on the left shook four times, but eventually it became quiet.

"Go get it back."

Wutong glanced at Ci and Qingyu, and they immediately moved over like arrows, picked up a poke ball from each other, and handed it back to their trainer.

"Come out."

Wutong released them again. At this time, the toxins on the two almost identical dolls had been almost eliminated, and their physical strength seemed to be restored. They could not be said to be in high spirits, but at least they were able to jump around.

"It's very late now. You guys need to get used to the environment in the Poké Ball and have a rest for the night. Let's get to know each other better tomorrow."

Wutong didn't care how much they could understand. Another reason for letting them out was to let one of the almost-dolls see that its companions were safe and healthy, so that they could stay in their elf ball with peace of mind.

What he just threw out was not the most ordinary red and white balls, but two healing balls.

An ordinary classic red and white elf ball, as the largest producer in Kanto and Johto areas, Siruf Company, the official price is 200 alliance coins.

In addition to stores and wholesalers, there are also final factories and copyright source companies. Not counting these various profit commissions, the actual cost may only be dozens or a dozen alliance coins.

But an ordinary Poke Ball can be sold for 200 alliance coins, which is almost two or three days of labor income for an ordinary person.

And use this elf ball to catch ordinary elves, such as Rattata.

If the opponent has enough energy. Then the success rate is about 01 to 10. As the opponent's physical strength and abnormal status change, the smaller the strength of its struggle, the harder it is to break free from the restraining effect of the elf ball.

Africans who are unlucky may have to throw dozens of Poké Balls before they can catch a weak elf in its initial form.

As for the more powerful elves, it is basically impossible to make them stay in the elf ball without fighting, and the success rate will be below 3.

Even if they are ferocious enough, the elf ball may be smashed by a powerful water gun or the like while it is still flying.

Even so, this lowest-level elf ball can still be sold for 200 alliance coins.

Wutong actually thought it was quite normal, not to mention the classic appearance design of red and white balls and the spheres made of special alloy steel.

Even if it doesn't have the function of catching elves, it is just an empty iron ball when opened. However, if such an elven ball was placed in his original world, Wutong estimated that it would be worth about a dozen alliance coins in terms of price.

And this world has done it, adding various black technology-like functions that can only be found in another world in the future era into such a small elf ball.

For example, a normal-sized Poké Ball is slightly smaller than a female D-cup. A ten-year-old boy can just hold half of it with one hand. An adult or someone with larger hands can just hold the whole thing with one hand.

When you want to shrink it for portability, you only need to press the shrink button lightly to shrink it to the size of your thumbnail.

In fact, for Wutong, he didn't think this technology was very alien.

The space technology of miniaturizing objects or enlarging objects, Wutong believes that this is a branch that will inevitably light up in the development of the technology tree.

In the other world he was in before, this kind of technology might appear in a hundred years and be widely used in civil society.

Wutong carefully put away the two healing balls. Now, apart from the fact that they were each worth 1000 alliance coins that they bought at a % discount not long ago, the two inside were almost dolls, making their total value reach tens of thousands to several dozen. It ranges from alliance coins.

Specifically, Wutong still needs some free time to get to know the potential and strength of this little doll before he can decide whether to stay and cultivate it himself, or to give it as a favor, or to sell it directly to subsidize it. Now it is empty. Flat wallet.

"Elves are not for sale"

For some reason, as Wutong walked back the way he came, feeling the cool night breeze, his mind suddenly thought of the righteous young man's righteous lesson to an elf hunter when he was watching an anime in his previous life.

He laughed at himself and looked up at the moon, which was still round tonight. He never expected that in this world now, he would become the villain he thought he was when he was a child.

"Elves are meant to be eaten, such as braised carp king and steamed duck with green onions."

Wutong is in a good mood now, because tonight's harvest was good, so that he is now finishing work early and returning to the hotel, and he has leisurely time to think about the plot. If the elf hunter was a foodie at that time, and used this sentence to retort, then the scene would definitely be much more interesting. He should really be hired as the animation screenwriter.

The reason why he had to go back the way he came was because there were tall fences all around. Rather than going over it, Wutong thought it would be better to go back the way he came, through the secret passage. This was just a prudent decision for him to avoid unknown dangers.

If you climb over the fence, the natural bird will know if you will encounter some patrolling Junsha or the like, causing unnecessary trouble and delaying the trip.

After all, they have to report to the New Elf School in Ewan City tomorrow night at the latest. It’s not that classes are about to start, it’s just the registration deadline. Although they are exchange students who are definitely admitted, they still need to say hello to the other party’s administrators before school starts. , understand their arrangements for themselves. This is not only convenient for themselves, but also respectful to the other party, and they must go on time and in advance.

But just when he reached the entrance to the sewer, Wutong suddenly felt something was wrong around him.