Last night, Luther made a fuss and didn't get any rest. After the ranger arranged for the elves to be on guard, he went to sleep early, hoping to make up for the lost sleep.
Mogan sat down and the hairy horn sheep, which began to grow hair after autumn, appeared.
Holding the map of the camp area, he did not miss anyone and had a "discussion" with the local ranger.
One by one, the sleepy rangers were pulled out of their beds and forced to fight with anger and indignation.
Mo Gan's blocking bear is indeed very strong. He is worthy of being a guy who can compete with Maliluli in terms of strength without falling behind. Every ranger's vanguard elf was crushed in the strength confrontation and was defeated.
Fierce fighting style, chasing until you can't fight back.
Mimikyu, who was unable to fight back against Darkrai, also dominated the battle, using his advantage of having a painting feature to exchange damage with the opponent, and then relied on the will-o'-wisp and fright skills to crazily disgust the opponent.
Eolup was active in the darkness with his agile posture, and the elves he was fighting were so angry that he hit and ran away, scratching their heads and wanting to hold Eolup down and beat him up.
Like a mosquito, so annoying!
Luther did not appear this night, but Mo Gan completed the massacre.
It was even more extreme than Luther. If it weren't for the distance problem, he might have to cross the forest area to pick out the ranger in the distance.
On the way back to his camp, Mo Gan casually sparred with Ah Cheng again.
He and Luther could argue that their elf was injured, but for Mo Gan, Cheng still went for it.
The result was a disastrous failure.
"I understand, you and that guy named 'Old Fruit Farmer' are in the same group!"
Ignoring A Cheng's angry words and somewhat distorted face, Mo Gan cared about the battle process.
One elf in the Duanxiong attack defeated the four elves that were attacking him. Mo Gan was really shocked.
He was not surprised by the result of blocking the bear, but he didn't expect that a guy like Cheng would dare to kick Luther's alloy steel plate. This made him still thinking when he left.
Even if you don't pay much attention to the battle information, even if Luther is a very low-key winner, he will become invisible after winning, just like he didn't win...
But if you fail to do something for the first time, you should know the difference in strength. You should know that this is not a comparable trainer to the rookie named Chun that Sinnoh sent last time.
Gathering local trainers to discredit Luther and stir up everyone's hatred, other trainers who came here to complete the commission couldn't help but want to speak for Luther. Each thing became more and more outrageous.
It makes no sense for A Cheng to persevere and work tirelessly to chase after Luther and bite him hard.
No matter how stubborn a person is, he should know the pain after being slapped, right?
Luther also felt strange. If A Cheng was being discriminated against by region, or if the previous trainers in the Sinnoh region had done something wrong, it would be fine if he was targeting him.
But after he came here, what A Cheng did showed that the contradiction was far deeper than Luther thought.
He took advantage of the free time to go to the forest area with signal and sent a message to the Sinnoh Alliance, hoping that the Sinnoh Alliance could help ask the people who had previously received the commission what they had done here and what happened.
Although there is no result yet, Luther feels that there must be a connection.
After Mo Gan took action, it was Luther's turn to take action, seamlessly.
Four days passed like this, and every night was a lively competition.
The local ranger, who had already suffered a black eye, was filled with hatred when he saw Luther at first and wanted to step on him and teach him a lesson.
I don’t know why, but it’s okay for Mo Gan to come to discuss, but when Luther comes, they will have nightmares at night.
Sometimes even if you know it's a nightmare, you can't wake up even if you try hard to break away, and you can only continue to suffer in the dream.
Every day I wake up covered in sweat because of nightmares, and now my heart beats fast when I see the dark sky.
It was really too much suffering.
Now, only fatigue and frustration remain on their faces, and their words are almost crying.
"Stop it, what do you and that guy from Galar want? They go out to cause trouble every day until midnight. Now everyone's energy is very low. The people who patrol the forest during the day doze off, and the people who change shifts also doze off. If there is
If poachers invade, will you be responsible for the consequences?"
Luther ignored it and said calmly: "Isn't that how you play? I'm just playing the game according to the rules you set."
"Aren't you afraid that your forest area will be invaded by poachers?"
"Oh, my elf is very strong, so I don't worry about this much."
Luther's words made the local ranger's remaining words stuck in his throat.
I can't get beaten after being beaten, I don't know how to break into the scolding, I still make the rules myself, my hands are tied, and there is absolutely nothing I can do.
It’s really frustrating!
After a night of trouble, Luther got up at noon and patrolled around as usual.
After what happened last time, he really wanted to meet another blue sheep bird and turn it around to him.
However, this is like a curse, just like when I first came to this world, I wanted Heracross, but in the end, I even bought an island and didn't find it.
As long as Luther wanted something desperately, he would definitely not show up.
Luther, who returned disappointed, did not feel depressed for long. The wind speed dog, wagging its fluffy big tail, held a branch in its mouth, lowered its front paws, and lay half on the ground, as if longing for something.
Luther understood, grabbed the branch, gathered enough strength, and moved it far away.
A flaxen shadow with some stripes flashed in front of his eyes, and the wind speed dog flew out, turned around the branch that was still spinning in the air, accurately calculated the landing point, jumped up, and bit the branch in the air.
Even though there are many obstacles along the way, the speed and explosive power of Wind Speed Dog are still amazing.
Before on the island, Xiaoxian Nai liked to use the Frisbee made by Mai for her and Jucaoye to play with Wind Speed Dog and Heiluga.
Wind Speed Dog, who is keen on this game, has been immersed in patrolling the forest since he came to Fengyuan, and has not been able to play for a long time.
A branch came out of Fengsu Dog's mouth and he took a handful of Fengsu Dog's head.
Although the weather is still a bit hot, I should feel that the bleakness of autumn is approaching. Now the wind speed dog does not shed much anymore, and the originally fluffy fur is thicker and feels very good.
Luther, who was holding on to the branch, did something bad. He asked Fat Keding to cover the eyes of the wind speed dog, while he ran a certain distance and tried his best to throw the marked branch.
"Okay, let's go get the branches back."
Obviously, this gameplay, which he had never played with Xiaoxian Nai before, felt very fresh to Wind Speed Dog. He couldn't wait for Fat Keding to let go, and rushed out, causing Fat Keding to fall over.
Wind Speed Dog relies on its excellent sense of smell to continuously track Luther's breath.
This is not difficult for him, he has almost locked the position of the branch.
"Crunch."
A crisp sound came from far away, and the wind speed dog, who was keen on playing games, realized that someone appeared in front of him.
Suspecting that it was an intruder, he rushed over, intending to confirm the information before going back to report to Luther.
Rushing out of the grass that was half a man's height, Wind Speed Dog's body slid through an arc in the air and landed firmly on the ground.
They looked into each other's eyes with the woman who was holding a folder of documents, holding a strange metal instrument in her hand, and wearing camouflage green clothing.
I didn't feel any hostility, nor did I feel like a poacher.
The wind speed dog, who was in a slightly relaxed mood, wanted to bite the branch, turned around to tell Luther the news, but found that the branch thrown by Luther was at the woman's feet.