Humans have dealt heavy blows and damage to this planet for a short time, they have been able to shape the shape of mountains and rivers according to their own wishes, turn entire woodlands and grasslands into barren ruins, and even erase a region from the map forever...... Today, proud human beings have abandoned the supreme technological power they once prided themselves for and are forced to bow their heads and bow their knees to the more violent nature, and they promise nature that they will not act arbitrarily and harm arbitrarily, but this does not mean that they will not disturb the tranquility of nature.

This is the case, for example, now.

On the outskirts of this pristine woodland, there are already unusual places in the Merlin, such as the deep marks left by tires on the land, the campfires and garbage left behind by camping, and the messy footprints...... It was all normal, but as Merlin followed the trails deeper into the woodland and saw all sorts of wreckage and remains, he knew something was not quite right.

Carefully hiding his body behind the trees, using teleportation to move one tree and one tree to another, always keeping an eye out for any noise in this secluded woodland, Merlin maintained a high level of tension and maximum combat readiness.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony of high-powered engines deep in the woodland.

Merlin immediately stopped moving, looked around for a moment, and then chose a branch with good vision above his head as a foothold, teleporting up, crouching carefully among the branches and leaves, staring at the tree.

The roar of the engine was getting closer, and Merlin could even hear the sound of guns and the occasional explosion within the constant noise. These poachers or poachers prefer to use specially made firearms to catch them instead of going head-to-head - narcotics, restraints, heavy injuries - and they prefer to catch their prey unrestrained and sell it to buyers in a purely wild state.

Merlin has never been able to figure out why buyers like Pokémon that have not been tamed by Pokémon, and they prefer to use Pokémon to take in the cowardly beasts that have been tamed by hunters by themselves, rather than go out into the wild to collect Pokémon in the wild. This kind of mere superfluous or even more meaningless behavior seems to Merlin to be a rare pleasure and pastime for those guys, and they enjoy it and enjoy it.

At that moment, a camouflage-painted quad bike flew out of the dense forest with a full throttle, and the rider on the bike struggled to shake his body and shake the handlebars to get the bulky motorcycle off its original track - judging by its momentum, it would not be long before the quad bike would crash straight into a towering giant tree with a diameter of at least ten meters.

The hunter sitting in the back seat was obviously not ready to continue the struggle in vain, he decisively threw away the shotgun in his hand, unbuckled his seat belt, jumped out of the car, and curled up in mid-air as much as possible in order to reduce the damage of landing, but finally fell to the ground and his life is unknown. The jockey, who finally wanted to give up at the last minute, had long since lost the chance to escape, and he could only scream at the last time with all his might, and then crashed into the towering giant tree with his car, and the metal parts of the motorcycle turned into a pile of scrap.

The obviously deflated motorcycle fell from the middle and lower part of the giant tree to the root of the tree, the sparse parts were scattered under the tree, and the remaining oil in the fuel tank also began to flow outward, and these viscous liquids emitted a pungent smell, and soon converged into a small lake, but the dark lake seemed to be mixed with a touch of red.

More quad bikes rushed out of the forest, all of which had similar but different liveries, and the jockeys and hunters on them were wearing all sorts of dirty camouflage uniforms, and it seemed that they were not all part of a team, but were improvised in a panic. None of these quad bikes stayed with their shipwrecked companions for even a moment, and they scrambled to flee as if something terrible was chasing them behind them.

Merlin hid himself even deeper, curling up among the leaves, watching the situation beneath his feet through the little gaps between the leaves. He had intended to teach the hunters a lesson, but he hesitated when he saw the outlaws running so desperately.

[It's better to wait and see......] Merlin muttered to himself with his fingers gently brushing away the leaves that blocked his vision.

When the last quad bike rushed out of the dense forest, it also brought out the trackers behind it, and it turned out to be three huge large-billed finch, these three giant birds of prey with a wingspan of at least six or seven meters away were deftly moving through the woodland, and from time to time there were bursts of creepy and sharp cries from their huge and sharp beaks.

One of the large-billed finches suddenly opened its mouth, and in its mouth, it gathered a brilliant yellow ball of light, slightly adjusted its flight attitude, and calibrated its target, and then it violently spit out the ball of light in its mouth, and the ball of light with violent energy turned into a sharp ray with a death breath, and instantly shot out, accurately hitting an escaping quad bike, turning it into a ball of fire and debris.

"We're on the run! We're on the run!! Don't chase us anymore!! "A man's ugly cry came from a quad bike, full of fear, timidity, begging for mercy and a little madness.

But he was answered by another death ray from another large-billed finch, and the hapless man's quad bike turned into another fireball and another pile of debris.

Driving, yes, driving, three large-billed finches drove about a dozen quad bikes around the woods, once the large-billed finches felt that the motorcycles were slowing down or they themselves felt that they were in a bad mood, they would spit out a destructive death light, and a certain unlucky motorcycle would be turned into a fireball and turn into scrap, and each time the large-billed finches spit out a death ray, they would stiffen their bodies and glide through the air for a short distance, but soon they would recover from their stun state and flutter their wings again.

The Large-billed Sparrows drove fewer and fewer quad bikes out of the wooded area, leaving Merlin alone hiding among the branches and blinking quietly. The combat power of these three Large-billed Sparrows is not too shocking, and the destructive power and other parameters of the Destruction Death Light they shoot are not excellent, but the fact that they were able to correct the duration of the stun caused by the Destruction Death Light to such a short time is indeed worth a small applause.

At that moment five even greater large-billed finches flew out of the woodland, each of which grasped a man's shoulders with his claws and carried them through the air. The five men they were holding were dressed in brown leather suits, resembling the feathers of the Large-billed Finch in a style and color, with crimson pilot's caps on their heads, and old-fashioned goggles over their eyes that obscured half of their faces.

"Hmph~ a school of trash fish." A guy dressed in a similar large-billed finch costume said very conceitedly, "It's really self-defeating to dare to attack the prey targeted by the 'Demon Sparrow Group'!" He turned his head to look around, and instructed the guys around him, "Once we've got them out of this area, start searching as soon as we get there, and we must finish it before the 'hunters' get there......"

"Bang~" Just when the guy who was probably the leader of this so-called Demon Sparrow Regiment ordered his men, there was a sound of Pokéballs opening and releasing Pokémon not far from them. The members of the Demon Sparrow Regiment flying in the sky immediately looked around vigilantly and began to shout loudly.

"Who!"

"Who is it?"

No one answered their questions, but the enthusiastic Sandel flicked his arm behind the tree, thumped his muscular chest, and answered the Sparrow's question with an absolutely loaded thunderbolt. When the deafening roar dissipated from the forest, the group of demon sparrows that had been flying in the air had fallen to the ground and turned into a flock of scorched roast birds......

"Tut-tut......" Merlin teleported to the side of the Demon Sparrow Regiment, which still smelled of burnt, and stepped on the Demon Sparrow Leader's head with his boots and turned, and the head under his feet let out a vague moan, "I don't know if you can provide me with some considerable loot, I'm still very strapped for money recently......"

He smiled, then bent down and began to gather his booty.

The process of looting the poaching team that called themselves the "Demon Sparrow Regiment" really made Merlin a little sad, this group of poachers themselves did not have any good things on their bodies, and after being subjected to a strong electric shock from Sandel, they had no hair, and their things and equipment were destroyed in an instant by high-voltage electricity, and Merlin only got some garbage and waste in the end.

Merlin, who was in a bad mood, naturally did not give any preferential treatment to the Demon Sparrow Regiment, for the sake of them having already been severely injured by Xander's high-voltage electric shock, Merlin rarely showed a humanitarian spirit, and did not go up to make up for it, but chose to leave them there to fend for themselves.

No amount of punishment was inflicted on these lifeless hunters, and although Merlin did not think about throwing them at the door of a police station and letting the so-called fair law try their crimes, after all things considered, Merlin still felt that he had given up, because neither he nor Wizil had recorded the spatial coordinates of any police station...... He can't just throw these guys out of town and leave them alone, right? Besides, it seems to be a good ending for these hunters who hunt wild Pokémon to die in the wild and in the mouth of their former prey.

Clapping his hands, a relaxed Merlin retracted Sandel and continued deeper into the woodland, and there seemed to be more excitement to see in this primeval woodland with no path.

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The rare dragon Pokémon has indeed attracted the attention of many hunters, even in this chaotic and turbulent period, there are still many outlaws who have poured into this primeval forest to chase the wild dream of getting rich overnight, poachers generally form small gangs one after another, and when they continue to pour into the woodland, they also begin to huddle together to form a small team to hunt together.

Where there are people, there is class. In such a place, the method of measuring class is even more simple and straightforward -- to speak by strength, and to judge the superior by fists, strength, and violence.

The scattered loners gather and vigilantly give their backs to strangers, the weak small groups huddle together to fight the powerful large poaching groups, and the long-established large poachers declare their power by bloody means to expel or crush the small groups. Many poachers and poaching groups hunt while not forgetting to compete for power and profit. However, these clowns' tricks can only be played now, and once the "hunters" at the top of the poaching system start to intervene in the hunting grounds, they can only obediently withdraw from the stage.

Standing at the top of the poaching system is the famous Rocket Legion, as the world's largest organized poaching organization and the largest black market stolen goods merchant, the Rocket Legion has been in the entire poaching system for a long time, so long that it has been a long time since they organized a huge poaching group to surround an area and capture all the Pokémon in the past.

Now, at the top of the poaching system are equally famous hunters, codenamed by the letters of the unknown totem, with a lean, ruthless team, well-equipped, high-quality, and stable channels for selling the stolen goods. Some of them aim for a bounty and only target a specific prey, some hunt freely and look for potentially valuable prey, and some are "packaged/raised" by some organizations or groups to become their vicious dogs.

The reason why the poachers and poachers who have gathered here are so eager to attack each other is because there is a rumor among them that a hunter has set his sights on the prey and is about to lead his team to hunt here, and they must either form a stronger alliance against the brutal hunters, or gather enough men to complete the hunt in advance. Otherwise, when the hunters arrived, if these poachers and poachers did not get acquainted with each other in time and withdrew, what awaited them would only be ruined.

All of this information was obtained by Merlin in disguise among the poachers, or he used some shady means to get it out of the captives.

And the most shocking information for Merlin was not that the hunter was coming, but about the Demon Sparrow that he had secretly killed several members of before, and this Demon Sparrow was the most powerful poaching organization here, and it was said that their leader was expected to become the new hunter, Hunter F--this is the name he had already come up with.

During this time, the Demon Sparrow Regiment has basically completed its control of the woodland, and the poaching groups and poachers who disobey the leadership of the Demon Sparrow have been bloodily suppressed or expelled, and the Demon Sparrow Regiment has also begun to look for suitable personnel to supplement their team among these hunters who have expressed their submission. The Demon Sparrow Regiment occupies the Pathless Forest but does not seem to be in a hurry to start hunting, or rather, the target of their hunt does not seem to be the rare Dragon Pokémon.

[This Demon Sparrow Regiment seems to be preparing to hunt 'Hunters'......] Merlin, who was hiding in the camp of the Demon Sparrow Regiment, was rummaging through the supply warehouse of the Demon Sparrow Regiment while thinking to himself, [Use the hunter as a step to become a hunter...... Interesting, interesting...... This so-called Dragon Pokémon is also a bait if you can't get it......] casually threw the good things that were turned out into the backpack, and Merlin was happy to be a thief.

"What are you doing!" The tent that served as a supply warehouse was suddenly lifted, and a guy in the uniform of the Demon Sparrow saw a very strange Merlin rummaging in the warehouse, and asked, "Stop, don't move!" No wonder he was so alert, because Merlin, who was too lazy to change his costume or solemnly refused to wear the suspected cosp1ay suit, was too conspicuous.

Merlin didn't bother to reply, and continued to pick it up.

"You!" The miscellaneous fish of the Demon Sparrow Regiment rushed in, and naturally took out a pistol from his waist with his right hand, raised his arm and pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at Merlin's heart, "Damn it......"

At this moment, a skinny Suli paddle ran out of the shadows beside the Demon Sparrow Miscellaneous Fish, and it stood directly in front of the Demon Sparrow Miscellaneous Fish, staring at its deep and mysterious eyes directly into the eyes of the Miscellaneous Fish, and at the same time raised its right hand and shook the swing in his hand at him. The eyes of the miscellaneous fish gradually lost focus and gradually became blank as the swing of the fish, and the raised arms slowly fell.

"I'm not interested in any poaching group or hunter, I just want a little money......" Merlin glanced back at the hypnotized Demon Sparrow Miscellaneous Fish. Hepp was dragging him down in the open space of the tent, where several of these bodies were already piled up, "This is the fifth, I guess it will be ......exposed soon," he hurriedly sped up the rummaging and packing.

At this moment, a series of shouts and footsteps were heard from outside the tent, and it seemed that many people surrounded the place.

"Alas, my foul mouth." Merlin reluctantly stopped rummaging, raised his hand to retrieve the Suli pat with the Pokéball, and then teleported away before the Devil's Sparrow Regiment's miscellaneous soldiers rushed into the tent.

The Devil's Sparrow Mass of Miscellaneous Fish who rushed into the tent could only see a messy warehouse and a ball of energy that was expanding dramatically, and the purple ability that enveloped the blazing flames and tyrannical thunder and lightning was only a thin layer left, and it seemed that it would break at any moment......

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