"Ahh

The duel ended, and the three of them walked slowly on the gravel road.

Yong Zhen sighed in a long tone: "If the final ultimate move is released, it will be won." It's the same with me, and your orders are too fast, and you're not friendly to your dear opponent at all!"

"But isn't it also disrespectful to the 'dear opponent'?"

"That's what I said......"

Xiao Ye talked and laughed as she turned her head to look at Yang Yu. The red-haired boy who had just finished a battle just smiled and watched his companion play treasure, and there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary.

Yujin probably didn't notice the momentary pause in the final game - someone like Saya who is good at high-speed combat is always more sensitive to timing. In the whole game, Yang Yu's grasp of timing was incredibly accurate, and even the brief gap between the sound of footsteps and the Pokémon's execution of the command was carefully calculated, so that Gala Gala could completely suppress Charizard with endless fireball explosions. It's a rare talent, even in the regional leagues, and there's no reason why someone with that ability should miss out on a final blow.

Xiao Ya thought for a moment and asked, "Yong Zhen, the 'special move' you said is the one you wanted to use in the battle before?"

"Yes, although you interrupted them all. Yongzhen replied indignantly.

"Ahem, next time I'll promise to pick up ...... with my face What kind of move is that?"

Yongzhen's language expression ability is really worrying, and he only says a question mark on the face of tourists when he describes it. Fortunately, with Yang Yu acting as the translator, Xiao Ye figured out how the technique called "Deflagration" worked.

It's said to be a special move, but in fact it's just a less common way to use fire-attribute moves. Pokémon have a limit to their instantaneous output, and in order to break through this limit, the Flame Folk will let their Pokémon release fire-based energy first, and the fireballs that Gala Gala creates are one of them. After releasing a large amount of flames into the air, they will not dissipate immediately for a short time, thus acting as a disguised energy storage effect, and controlling all the flames to the same place when attacking. The instantaneous convergence of high-temperature energy creates a big bang – and that's where the power of "deflagration" comes in.

"Sounds like a perfect trick for a stupid dragon. Pichu who hung on Night's shoulder whispered, sweeping his tail around the trainer's neck.

"I see, that's the same trick that everyone used to drive away the wind thieves in the evening, right?"

"That's right. ”

Xiao Ye recalls the sea of flames that bloomed in the glade...... and the appearance of everyone panicking to extinguish the fire after the wind thief escaped, and suddenly fell into silence.

Yujin seemed to see what Xiao Ye was thinking, and immediately laughed, "Don't worry, it's a big scene that can only be created by many people attacking together, and a single shot won't burn the forest." Hmmm......"

The boy recalled a history lesson from his own clan that he had not learned very well, and added, "However, this trick is indeed a bit dangerous, it is said that it is a technique tailored for the clansmen with strong fire control ability in ancient times, and it needs to be coordinated with the ability of a trainer to prevent misfire." ”

As he spoke, he put his arms around Yang Yu and said with a smile, "Of course, as long as an incompetent person like Yang Yu practices diligently, he can completely control the 'deflagration' like me." ”

Sayo: "......"

Yang Yu: "......"

We all understand the truth, but what is the difference between those who can only control one Mars and those who are not?

As the night wore on, the red-haired people who were playing by the river began to return home to rest in twos and threes. Xiao Ye and Yang Yu are alone travelers, and one of their parents is busy in Hezhong, so they are naturally invited by Yongzhen to stay at his house.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, the Flame Folk did not have a bed in their bedroom, but instead spread cool bamboo mats on the floor, which was convenient for many people to lay on the floor. The three children squeezed into the small bedroom in the attic, just enough to lie down without colliding with each other.

None of the residents here have air conditioning. It seems to be very in line with the setting of an isolated deep mountain nation, but Xiao Ye knows the truth just that this group of people doesn't feel hot in their hearts.

It's not that red-haired tourists don't have the innate heat-resistant cells of the local mountain people, and they just feel like they are in a steamer, and only the bamboo mat under them can provide a little coolness. Pichu was also choked by the heat, and even had the bad idea of shaving his hair.

Xiao Yao has never cared too much about whether the environment is comfortable or not. Seeing that the trainer didn't mean to release the Snow Boy to chill the entire room, Pichu had no choice but to give in.

The two young chickens of the Yongzhen family ate their little bellies round and happily burrowed into the arms of the two boys as pillows. The locals were not too hot, and hugged the turkey chickens, and when they saw Pichu, they couldn't help but retreat in awe, and retreated all the way to the threshold before they dared to lie down with peace of mind.

Soon, the southern valley of the flames fell into a deep sleep.

The nights in Mt. Aso are always quiet.

It's far from the big cities, with no non-stop traffic and ever-flickering neon lights. Only the sound of the river lapping on the shore and the footsteps of nocturnal Pokémon mingle to form a minor tune unique to the night in the mountains.

Tourists and locals alike slept deeply, and even the hot and irritable Pichu gradually quieted down and let out a small snoring sound.

Until—

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A loud bang shattered the silence of the night.

The sound seemed to be hammered directly on the heart valves, causing Xiao Ye, who was sleeping deeply, to wake up in an instant.

It was the sound of drums from the distant sky. It traveled an incredible distance, like a warhammer striking armor, like a man screaming, and the air of the entire valley rumbled and trembled.

The moment he came to his senses, the power of the waveguide instinctively spread out in all directions—and then he was quickly attracted by the energy fluctuations caused by the collision of distant moves.

Before he could say anything, Xiao Ye saw that Yang Yu had already jumped up.

"It's the Wind Thieves. He said firmly.

The bedroom door was slammed open. The chubby middle-aged woman rushed into the room - her expression didn't look soft and amiable anymore, and anger was written between her angry eyebrows.

"Boys, come with me!"

The fat woman beckoned, and Yang Yu and Yongzhen responded at the same time. The brown-haired boy was still a little dazed, but his movements were unambiguous, and they reached out with ease, and each took down two scimitars hanging side by side on the living room wall—Saya thought they were just decorations.

The three of them rushed out the door in the blink of an eye. Sayo picked up Pichu, who was so frightened that he almost discharged, and was about to follow in the footsteps of everyone, but was stopped by Yongzhen's father at the door.

"Don't be afraid, kid. The chubby man softened his voice and comforted the young newcomer, "Those thieves are far from us. There are people here, and they won't let them come here. As long as you hide at home for a while, you'll be fine in no time. ”

The feedback from the power of the waveguide continues to be transmitted to Sayo's mind. She smiled at the young man's father, "Thank you—but I still think it's better to go out and see, maybe there will be a place for me." ”

"After all, I'm a trainer too. ”

The man was stunned, and the young guest had already run away like the wind.

The night of the valley was split by a sword-like firelight, reflecting the northern sky red. And the silence of the valley is long gone. Xiao Ye saw people pushing the door and running towards the firelight. Some of them were still wearing pajamas and ridiculous nightcaps, but all of the red-haired men were armed with two scimitars and followed the Pokémon closely, their expressions ranging from angry to solemn to almost like a trained military camp in the Valley of Flames.

These long-time dwellers ran on the gravel paths, jumping on the roofs of the cascading houses, and running in the same direction. The firefight was still flashing and roaring—it was the central plaza of the Valley of Flames, where the altar and the Pillars of the Covenant were located.

Xiao Ye ran along the crowd while raising her hand to buckle the hood on her head.

With the Fire Festival just around the corner, many people have just returned to the Valley of Flames from out of town, and they haven't had time to change into the usual costumes of the Flame People. As long as the hair color is covered, even outsiders will not be too conspicuous.

As the flames grew brighter, the altar drew closer, and every move of both sides in the battle was invisible to the power of the waveguide. The girl was looking for a high place to take a closer look at the battlefield, when the rhythm of the drum, which had always been loud, suddenly changed.

The sound of the Wupei drum, which shook the night sky, suddenly accelerated, as if countless people were roaring heartbreakingly, and everyone's chest rumbled and resonated. Under the influence of the waveguide, all the people who were running towards the altar changed direction at the same time, and the brush ground divided into two teams, and the circular central square was sandwiched at an incredible speed.

"Flame Spray!"

Numerous shouts, thick and high-pitched, converge in the night sky. The Pokémon who followed their master spewed out fiery flames in unison, pushing through the central square like a wave, forcing all the thieves who were about to step on the altar back. The red-haired men took the opportunity to rush into battle, and for a moment the fire and the wind danced together, and the two sides fought together.

Xiao Ye dimly realized something.

Before she could think about it, a sneaky figure caught her attention during the detection.

The man, clad in a dark cloak characteristic of a wind thief, was quietly climbing to the top of a five-story building. He was in the shadow of the gap between the two buildings, barely visible with his sight alone.

The nimble Wind Thief was soon standing on the spire of the building.

This is the tallest building near the altar. The Wind Thief looked down on the battlefield condescendingly, his hand already reaching for the Poké Ball that had been prepared at his waist.

Night's pace suddenly accelerated. She stepped on the edge of the windowsill on the first floor and leaped high up.

"Pichu, you're sober, aren't you?"

"It's been a long time since I was sleepy!"

The wind-like figure flickered among the densely packed houses, jumping lightly in an unbelievable posture, but in a matter of seconds it rushed to the highest point.

"- Electromagnetic waves!"

The electric mouse silently crashed headlong into the arms of the wind thief. The electricity with a strong sense of paralysis instantly penetrated his whole body, and the wind thief suddenly stared at him and fell, falling unconscious, and the Poké Ball also fell to the ground with his hands free.

Flashes of light and explosions continued to bloom in the central square, and no one noticed the sudden freefall of thieves on the edge.

The night fell silently on the spiky eaves and looked out over what was happening around the altar.

The man in the gray cloak has taken over a corner of the central square. They seemed to have come along the river, all with face bandages covering their faces and grotesque-looking goggles. The Wind Thieves have scattered formations and seem to be vulnerable, but in fact they are agile, cunning and difficult to catch weaknesses, and they use most of the Pokémon that are good at interfering guerrilla attacks, such as poison or flying, and the chaotic scenes of fighting separately make it difficult for the Flame Folk to give them a powerful blow for a while. The thieves' opponents were the opposite—the red-haired men were in a neat formation, their moves and strategies were always the same, and they built a solid protective wall in the process of advancing and retreating together, firmly guarding the few street entrances leading to the residential area, so that no one could easily rush into the house.

Standing on the top of the building, even without using the power of the waveguide, the vision has insight into the truth of their tacit battle.

Every time the drumbeat that resounded through the night sky changed, so did the Flame People. In the same way that people in their slumber wake up to know that there is an enemy attack, there is no doubt that it is the rumbling drums of war that command them—just as the soldiers who rushed into battle in ancient times before the advent of radio.

Xiao Ye spreads the power of the waveguide into the distance, and soon catches the source of the sound.

It was a watchtower built high in the valley, and the sound of the huge Upe drum was nearly two meters in diameter, and the drummer was none other than the person who had a relationship with her, the young girl Haruna who danced on the altar.

The battle in the central square is ever-changing, and the chaos of dozens of people is enough to confuse any trainer who is used to fighting in the ring.

King Nido, who emerged from the Poké Ball, roared, and the paws of his feet glowing with earthy yellow light were raised. The rhythm of the sonorous drums was urgent, and the flames collectively retracted, retreated and jumped, and the earthquake that shook the valley was launched, but it did not hurt any of the fire-type Pokémon.

The hurried drumming turned to angry sounds, and beams of flame came out in unison from all directions, bringing a high temperature that caused the King Nido, who had been set on fire, to fall into a state of severe burns in an instant, and he could barely get up again for a while.

The large-billed finch hissed and set off a strong wind, blowing the flames all the way backwards, and it was about to burn to the soldiers in the front row. The sound of the Upe drum smashed into the ground, and all the fire people changed their tactics at the same time, and the rocky rain replaced the usual flames, smashing the large-billed finch to the point of having to fly high for a while.

The red-haired people seem to have the upper hand on the surface. But the Wind Thieves were so scattered that they fled in all directions as soon as they sensed defeat, and then immediately came back, unable to defeat them completely.

Xiao Ye faintly heard someone shouting about the evil sect - these wind thieves had not appeared in the open and bright for more than ten years, and it would not be beneficial for them to forcibly attack the Valley of Flames, and the difference in numbers alone was enough to make these thieves who were only good at hiding in Tibet escape. At the same time, tourists are noticing something unusual.

There is a strange feeling in the actions of the people in the gray cloaks. It seems that he wants to rush into the residential area to grab his belongings, but he does not concentrate on breaking through any direction, not to mention that when the whole valley is awakened, even if he grabs something, it is impossible to retreat.

What exactly are their goals?

No sooner had this thought crossed than the exclamations continued to ring out from the central square.

The girl standing on the high place saw that a thick poisonous smoke spread out of nowhere, and in just a few seconds, it completely swallowed the huge central square.

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Small Theatre:

Mountain people who don't want to be named: I'll tell you a secret, all of our Pokémon in Flame Valley have been very skilled at splashing sand, and it's no problem to set off a rain of sand and dust on our own - because every time we use our ultimate, we have to put out the fire every time we use our ultimate. (Painful)

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PS：

Publish a sad report.

Due to the recent busy life (mainly the fault of the anti-human admission procedure), the progress of the main text has stalled, and I have to temporarily stop updating the manuscript for two weeks.

I used my festival to promise that two weeks later, that is, on March 23rd, there will be a resumption of the change, and the double shift will make up for the part that has fallen back in two weeks, QAQ.

In order to express apologies,Just draw two more friends in the previous lottery list to send the same people.,The results will be announced at the time of the change.。

Above.