Pokémon Breeding House Starting from Pirates

Chapter 448: The Elf Clan

In the endless desert.

"Ah~ Is this place really habitable?"

Dark raised his head and frowned at the scorching sun.

He thought that with his current strength, he was not afraid of heat at all, so it was easy to come to the desert.

But now he is honest.

The burning sensation of the sun on his skin has not decreased at all.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that he will not be sunburned to death.

The damage caused by the scorching sun to his body is not even as good as the self-healing of the power of Changpan or the energy absorption of the power of the earth. Even the wave power that is not so good at recovery can easily offset these losses.

"No, I can't stand it, Laplace, pray for rain!"

Dark shook his head and threw the Pokémon ball in his hand.

As soon as Laplace came out, she looked at the sun and wilted. Obviously, the high temperature of more than 40 degrees made her very painful.

"Woo~"

The majestic water energy gathered in her throat, and then a melodious and beautiful hum spread throughout the desert.

The sky, which was originally blazing with sunshine, quickly became dark, and dark gray clouds appeared from nowhere and covered the sky.

Wow.

The heavy rain hit the desert without any signs, and the dim yellow earth was solidifying and turning dark brown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yes! That's it! Let the storm come harder!"

Feeling the rain hitting his face, Dark's mood suddenly became happy, and he opened his arms and roared to the sky.

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Laplace rolled his eyes at his crazy trainer, and then cast his eyes somewhere.

"Huh? Have they all popped out?"

Dark stretched his body and looked in that direction.

In his perception, many weak life breaths popped out from the desert like mushrooms after rain.

Although it was relatively weak for him, it was still a very large group in the entire magic world.

Specifically, there were tens of thousands of magic tribes that were at least at the 'line' level.

There is no doubt that it is the elves.

The whole tribe is a powerful magician. Unless it is a magic race, it is impossible to reach this level.

As the darling of the Zero Envoy World, it is not surprising that the elves have such good magic talent per capita.

"No wonder the Pope has to unite other void magicians and the power of the kingdom. I thought that the four void powers were needed to act as keys or something like that. It turns out that they simply can't beat them."

Dak pursed his lips and discovered part of the truth.

All the nobles of the six kingdoms, even if those who have half a foot in the coffin and those who have just been born and have not been weaned, the number will not exceed 10,000.

And there are only a few thousand magicians who have the strength to go to the battlefield.

Because many nobles are just honorary nobles "knights" who have been promoted from commoners. They don't know magic, at most they are strong enough in close combat.

If averaged among the six kingdoms, there may be only one or two thousand magicians in the army of a kingdom.

However.

In war, just one or two thousand people are enough to become 50% of the army's combat power.

It is quite exaggerated that magicians use large-scale magic to cleanse the enemy and enhance their own side.

The remaining 50% is composed of hundreds of thousands or even millions of troops on the battlefield.

Is it too exaggerated that millions of people are not as good as thousands of magicians?

Not really.

Because those who can go to the frontline battlefield are basically mature magicians, that is, magicians above the "triangle" level.

Magicians of this level are already very good at using large-scale high-level magic to cleanse the ground. One magic may be enough to harvest hundreds of lives.

Especially among the so-called millions of troops, 99% are common people.

And what is the situation of the common people in the army?

They may not be able to eat enough from childhood to adulthood. Not to mention that they have no bones and flesh, they have never received any training. They are basically cannon fodder on the battlefield with a low-quality sword.

This is also the reason why the Pope did not dare to use the Romanian army to directly destroy the elves.

Because they do not have that strength.

Their army itself seems very powerless in the face of tens of thousands of magicians, not to mention fighting in such a desert.

Needless to say, marching is a problem.

Unless it is Dak, Long and other top-level strong men in the world of sailing who can resist magic with their bodies, they will be really powerless in the face of tens of thousands of elf magicians.

The fragile ninjas in the ninja world will also be more difficult to deal with these magicians.

Perhaps in a one-on-one situation, their expertise in assassination is more suitable for dealing with magicians, but in a group battle, they will be more helpless against a large number of magicians, and they may not be able to get close without mastering some special ninjutsu.

Those elves seem to have sensed the majestic water energy, so they are approaching here to check the situation.

According to what the clone heard when chatting with Tabatha along the way.

After the "big explosion" thousands of years ago, the elves walked out of the forest and moved their land to the desert, guarding the "holy land" and "world gate" underground.

These elves have been in this desert for at least four or five thousand years.

Dak stood there quietly waiting for about a quarter of an hour before the group of elves came over.

There weren't many people here, only about a dozen.

"Who are you?"

The leader was a brown-skinned elf with long curly golden hair.

He had some muscular body, but it was not exaggerated, just the right degree.

"Visitors from another world."

Dak answered casually, looking at the dozen elves in front of him, his eyes became a little strange.

It seemed that because they had lived in this desert for too long, the genes of these elves had changed a little.

In Dak's impression, the elves, who should be mainly white-skinned, were now half and half.

Among the 17 or 18 people who came, 10 elves were brown-skinned.

But there was one thing that was equally exaggerated.

All of these elves were big thunder girls without exception, and none of them was lower than D cup.

He originally thought that only the half-elf 'Tifaniya' who lived in the forest in the original book was like that.

'It turned out to be a racial talent. '

"Visitors from another world?!"

When they heard such a word from Dak's mouth, they all took a half step back, obviously frightened.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not from the other side of your world gate, but from another world."

Dake pondered for a while and roughly understood what these elf girls had misunderstood.

"What?! A new world has appeared?"

"Is there a new world gate?"

"Should our tribes be separated to guard the world gate?"

More than a dozen elf girls believed what Dak said at once, which was simply exaggerated.

Dake didn't intend to explain, just watched quietly.

In this world, most people think that 'elves are evil and cruel', but in fact, the elves here are not much different from the elves in other works. They love peace and nature.

Dake didn't know who spread this idea.

At least it wouldn't be the Pope.

Because this idea has appeared in the world a long time ago.

It should be those who had intentions on the 'world gate' in the past, who deliberately promoted it, intending to use the power of people all over the world to attack the elves.

But that person should not have expected that the elves were so stubborn and had been guarding here for thousands of years.

"What do you want to do here?"

"Nothing, is Yashan, the King of Earth Element, on your side?"

Dak asked, looking in the direction the elves came from.

He has already felt the power of the King of Earth Element.

As a person with the full-level ability of 'Power of the Earth', Dak's use of this land is even more powerful than that of the other party.

If Dak wants, he can even control Yashan to do this and that.

But of course he doesn't plan to do anything to a native, that kind of thing may only be done by the third brother.

"So what?"

The leading elf girl responded.

Dak glanced at the girl who didn't know how many hundreds of years old, and shook his head helplessly.

If these children are really taken back to Pokémon Island, they will be deceived and have nothing left.

Of course, it is also possible that these elves are not stupid, but they are very confident in their own strength and say it directly without any hesitation.

But Dak is more inclined to the former, after all, they believed his words just now.

"I'm here to invite her to settle in my world. Her old friends Iras and Shalasa have already decided to go."

Dark grinned and patted a Pokémon ball on his waist.

The next moment.

Iras, the King of Wind, emerged from it, circled around Dak, and greeted the elves.

"King of Wind!"

An elf who had obviously seen Iras exclaimed.

Iras would greet his other three old friends every few dozen or hundreds of years, so it was not surprising that the long-lived elves had seen her.

Iras was also a guest of the elves.

"Please come with us first."

The leading elf girl looked at Iras, then at Dak.

After frowning and hesitating for a while, she decided to invite Dak into the tribe as a guest.