The smell is silky, and the black smoke is repeated, diffusing with the wind.

The ball of black mud began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the green tongue of fire spewed out uncertainly, and a chilling scream resounded in the faint light of the fire.

Smoked away by the stench and scorching stench, the elf moved farther away.

The two major problems of open flame barbecue, smoke and heat, Sato Mo was completely impressed by them, even if he waved his hand, he couldn't dispel the burning smell lingering on the tip of his nose.

For the safety of himself and Momo Sato, the smell of mud is really suffocating! Fortunately, there was no gas explosion this time!

Although the stinky mud does not have much gas energy now, it is more than enough to burn an unknown object with a black mosaic! The scorched skin quietly bloomed, revealing purple skin.

The high temperature of the flames, the formation of toxic gases from combustion, and the toxins that invade the body of the little Lada with the heat, hum - too tenacious vitality, sometimes it is really not a good thing!

This guy is really good! Mental strength, sense of responsibility, and fighting spirit are all good in Little Lada, but it's a pity! You ate people!

Sato Mo took out a Poké Ball and slammed it on, just like the little Lada who was stunned by himself, without a struggle, the Poké Ball stayed firmly on the ground.

Take it and sell it~ This guy is fierce enough! There is no fear of humans! It can be sold for a good price on the black market! Even if you don't pay for treatment, you can make a lot of money.

Sato Mo said: "Ah Ni, clear the field!" ”

With the flicking of Sato Mo's arm, several lumps of mud were thrown into the grass, and a faint foul smell began to permeate. The taste is not strong, but it is just disgusting.

I've been getting along with the stinky mud for about 2 years, and from the beginning to where the stinky mud is, to now I can control my body odor according to the stinky mud's own wishes, and the stinky mud has taken a lot of energy.

After waiting for a while, the grass was still calm.

This time when he entered the mountain, Sato Mo brought 3 empty Poké Balls, and now there is only one left. Picking, Sato Mo put the little Lada selected by the stinky mud into the Poke Ball. It was damp and muddy. There is also some swelling in the part of the body, and it looks like a fight has just begun.

I can't fight, I don't want it yet~ So the other intact little Lada, then let it be!

I just visited to clean up the little Lada, but I didn't notice that the ground around me was even more humid, and there were a few pools of water. There were some blood stains around, and what Sato Ink could be sure of was that there must be more than just the blood of Little Rada in it.

It's just that where is that water elf now?

The bushes are lush and the weeds are dense, so there are more places to hide! Sato Mo looked around as usual, "Hey, hey, hey? Are there any more elves? Please reply when you hear it! If I don't come back, I'll pack my things! ”

Looking at the corpse under the tree, a blue and white T-shirt, plain blue jeans, and a pair of black sneakers were all ripped to tatters.

The red backpack had been opened, the opening was facing downward, spilling out a lot of things, and it was messily spread in the shade of the trees. Sato Mo guessed that the trainer was trying to take out the contents of his backpack, so he stopped under the tree for a while.

Sato Mo casually picked up the rag strip on the ground, and the break was messy, as if it had been torn by an elf and broken. Ink Sato remembered the black mosaic, and had bat its sharp front teeth at himself before.

The nameless trainer was split in two, the corpse was face down, and there were many bite marks on the fracture, and the incision near the bone was very smooth, as if it had been cut in two by a sharp blade.

Ignoring the gap that was bitten out, looking at the break between the half of the body, it seems to have been split in two by a sharp blade.

That scene seemed to appear in front of Sato Mo's eyes.

A flying mantis that looks very similar to a praying mantis is being provoked by a red backpack and is secretly following it. The sound of the air vibrating caused by the flapping wings perfectly hides the noise of the forest.

Suddenly, the trainer took off his backpack and placed it in front of him. Seeing that the red color that could excite him suddenly disappeared, the Flying Mantis Mantis quietly approached the fledgling trainer, a flash of snow-white blades, a detached half-body, and a dazed look... Sato Mo looked at the incision across the heart, and fortunately, the poor guy didn't struggle for long.

With a sigh of relief, Momo Sato motioned for the stinky mud to wrap his palm. Hey - Takeshi Sato (8 years old) struggled to turn the trainer's upper body over.

Outwardly bulging eyes, youthful faces... Well, it's familiar. Isn't this the trainer who bought tree fruit from his stall yesterday morning?! Before leaving, he said that when he came back from the forest, he would buy some tree fruits from himself, who wanted to ...... Sato Mo was speechless for a while, it was really a strange reunion.

Groping up and down, he took a Poké Ball from his waist, and the elf inside was nowhere to be seen.

Looking up at the small pond in front of him, as well as the impact on the nearby bushes, Sato Mo guessed that the trainer's elf had fought hard before.

But! No matter how hard that elf tried, it had nothing to do with Ink Sato, especially now that it was missing.

Seeing this, Sato Mo couldn't help but curse secretly: "Damn, I can't even get this unlucky ghost's ID card back now." ”

This is a very common scenario: the trainer is buried in the wild, except for the pokemon locked in the Poké Ball, and the other pokemon who carry it with them will either break free from the Poké Ball and return to the field, or break free from the Poké Ball and wait for a while to wait for another trainer to deal with it or deal with it themselves, and then leave. Now that the Poké Ball has been opened, the trainer is exposed in the wilderness again... Well, there's an 8 percent chance that this unknown elf has already let itself go.

Then he rummaged through his belongings, and after a while, he found his ID card in the inner pocket, a card 6 cm long and 4 cm wide, which was the identity of a citizen of the Union.

"Murabeichi, 12 years old, from Fengyuan-Kena City... Well, it's not an ordinary decay! Sato Mo rolled his eyes, this product is a potential gift, contributing to the forest of Yuejian Mountain! After Sato Mo finished complaining in his heart, he carefully put the ID card back untouched.

Eh, if the elf of the village side is still there, Sato Mo can take his elf and ID card back to the elf center and give it to Joey Chun's sister (Miss Joey's real name is Joey Chun in the Elf Center of Shannan Town), just as a good thing, and exchange some alliance points and alliance coins by the way.

Now the village side left Shannan Town yesterday and was killed today. Now his elf doesn't know where it is, and then Sato Mo only goes back with the ID card... To be honest, now that Murabeichi has died, Murabeichi's family only hopes to be able to confirm two things: 1. Together with the elf, "heroically" die in the field 2. Get his ID card back. (If both conditions are met, the family of Murabeichi can be well taken care of by the Alliance.) Policy tilt)

The rest doesn't matter.