"Drink!"

"Boom!"

The swords clashed, splashing a string of bright sparks, stabbing people's eyes with a slight pain.

"Hah!"

With a childish shout, the long sword flipped over and stabbed diagonally at an unusually tricky angle, only to be easily stopped by a dark green scimitar.

Let's zoom out and see that in the dense forest, a blonde boy is wielding a knight's sword about his height, fighting a dark green elf, but looking at the elf's relaxed appearance, it is not so much a battle as a play.

"Whew...... Whew......"

After all, he was just a child, and the blonde boy's physical strength was quickly exhausted, and he fell to the ground without any image, gasping for breath, but the elf kindly picked up a few tree fruits with his scimitar-shaped forelimbs and handed them to the boy.

"Thank you, Flying Mantis," the boy thanked the elf, grabbed a tree fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit down hard, the bright red juice trickling down the corner of his mouth, "Well, it's delicious." ”

"Scared!"

The little green elf, known as the Flying Mantis, screamed, and a look on his serious face that could be called a "smile" appeared, waving his forearms to signal that he didn't need to thank him.

At this moment, there seemed to be a figure flickering outside the woods, and a shout accompanied by footsteps.

"Al, Al, where are you?"

"Ahh ”

The flying mantis watched the young man's back gradually disappear into the shadow of the tree, the expression on his face returned to seriousness, and he turned around and walked into the depths of the woods.

"Al," a young peasant woman furrowed slightly, looking at the blond boy's muddy face and clothes smeared with bright red juice, "what is the matter with you? Why did you run out into the woods again? Didn't I tell you that it was dangerous here? Look, your clothes are dirty, and your father will have to scold you when you come home." ”

"Mom!" the boy named Al hugged his mother's arm and struck a coquettish gesture in an attempt to fool his mother's reproach.

"Alright," said the young woman, who was obviously very fond of Al, and did not want to reproach him too much, but took his hand and walked towards the house, "Come home, today the house has made your favorite creamy baked potatoes." ”

"Oh! Hooray!" the boy shouted for joy and broke free from his mother's hand, and ran in the direction of his home.

"Alas, this kid ......"

Mother looked at Al's rushing figure and couldn't help but smile and shake her head.

Tonight's dinner was really rich, not only Al's favorite creamy baked potatoes, but also the soft and fragrant white bread that is rarely seen, and Al ate so happily that he didn't notice the sadness on his parents' faces.

"Al," Al was about to go back to his room after dinner, but was stopped by his father, who was a very serious man, and unlike his mother, Al had always been afraid of him, "Wait a minute. ”

Al's father's expression was indeed very serious at this time, he stared at Al, and saw that Al's heart was empty, "You are also ten years old now, and your mother and I have already decided to send you to be the knight servant of Young Master Kai." ”

Hearing his father's words, Al couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It's not that he doesn't want to, on the contrary, he's happy - in every boy's heart, there is a knight's dream, of course, Al is no exception, although the status of a knight is not noble, but it is the only way for him to get ahead as a peasant boy, and he also knows that Young Master Kai is the son of Grand Duke Andre of Red Leaf Castle, the heir of the future Duke of Red Leaf Castle, and being his knight servant will definitely not wronged himself - he is just not ready yet, he has not caught the flying mantis - That was the initial elf he had set for himself. Also, he is a little reluctant to let his parents go.

But it was useless to say this now, although it was very sudden and disrupted his plans, but he knew that he could not refuse.

"Yes, father, I see. ”

"Very good, you can go and prepare well tonight, things are a little sudden, someone will come to pick you up tomorrow," the father patted Al's shoulder with satisfaction, "You don't have to be too nervous, Master Kai is a very good person, and the Duke has also said that he will take good care of you, don't worry." ”

Al nodded, turned and walked towards his room, and secretly decided in his heart: no matter what, he must catch the flying mantis tonight.

After Al walked into the room, there was silence in the big room, and Al and his mother sat there silently, without saying a word, and after a long time, Al father let out a long sigh and broke the terrible silence, "I say, Al is such a good boy." ”

"Yes, I can't bear to think that he is about to leave us," the mother echoed, "I have regarded him as our own child for ten years." ”

"Yes," a look of nostalgia appeared on Al's father's face, "I remember that when the Duke sent him here, he was only so young, and in the blink of an eye, he was already ......"

"Hey, that's right", Al's mother suddenly touched Al's father, "Whose child do you say Al, who makes the Duke so important, is it the illegitimate son of the Duke?"

"Shhh......h

The night is getting deeper, Al is making the final preparations, although he has decided to catch the flying mantis tonight, but when it comes to the end, he knows that this matter is not as easy as he imagined, and the most important thing is that he doesn't even have a Poke Ball! He only has an iron sword that has been discarded by others and is about to rust, although it is not impossible to subdue the elf with a sword, but considering the combat power of the flying mantis, hehe......

"No matter, how do you know if you can't do it if you don't try," Al Yi gritted his teeth and turned over and slipped out of the room while it was dark, "Fight!"

In the woods, which were still a little noisy during the day, there was only silence left, and the night was as soft as water, gently lingering in the trees, and the air was faintly sultry, and the moonlight hidden in the clouds was also a little hazy.

The flying mantis was sitting cross-legged in the woods at this time, its eyes closed, like a meditative warrior, the ancient well did not wave, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with it, and from a distance, it seemed to merge with the night, adding a bit of tranquility and peace to the woods.

However, there is no shortage of people in the world, and there was an angry roar from the woods not far away, and a huge sound wave alarmed the flying mantis, and its eyes suddenly opened, and its sword-like gaze swept straight over.

It's an ironclad tyrannosaurus!