This elf world is a bit strange

Having successfully reunited with his tribesmen, Zoroark turned around and greeted his baby dragon happily.

But the baby dragon, who had finally completed the task, just shook his head, turned around and was about to leave.

But before he could get far, before Zoroark could catch up, a figure that could be considered extremely majestic among the Zoroarks seemed to appear out of thin air and stood beside the baby dragon.

He was nearly three meters tall, with fiery red mane meticulously trimmed to just a little distance from the ground, and spotless.

His serious and stern face makes people feel a little awed when they see him.

But at this moment it seemed somewhat kind. After stopping the baby dragon, it squatted down and gently placed its strong and powerful claws on the baby dragon's head, calming down the little guy who was frightened by the sudden change.

"Solo!"

Three parts anger, three parts joy, three parts surprise, and an imperceptible bit of coquettishness, the little gray fox came running over with mud all over its body, jumped up, and threw itself into Zoroark's arms.

"Zolo!"

Zoroark, smiling kindly, took his daughter in his arms and pointed to the forest ahead.

It is not its or its tribe's style to let enthusiastic friends leave empty-handed.

Needless to say, this little dragon looks pretty good.

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Outside the Circle Bear's lair.

"Wes!"

The queen bee, with a solemn expression, left behind all her subordinates and guards, and rushed over quickly, bringing new important news.

The three bees that went out to investigate have returned.

After countless battles of varying sizes, the decisive battle between Kairos and the Cannon Bug is finally about to begin.

Chapter 148: Champion's Fury (5900)

Zoroark's territory, a peaceful and mysterious forest area.

Holding Zoroark, who had washed away all the dirt and dust on his body, Zoroark looked at the still somewhat reserved baby dragon, his admiration evident in his words.

Since receiving the news yesterday, it has been lurking beside the little pair to protect them.

What it didn't expect was that its daughter, who was so bold and daring that she even dared to cross most of the forest alone to practice illusion, would actually have such a well-behaved side.

Although there are still many shallow scratches on the baby dragon's body and face, compared with the glorious deeds of this little ancestor in his own territory, this behavior has been restrained a lot.

Such a change made Zoroark more interested in this little hero who escorted his daughter across the forest, so he followed closely.

And after seeing it go to great lengths to find the fruits and share most of them with Soraya, this interest turned into favor and appreciation.

"Bagon?"

As if he could not bear the scorching gazes of the two people in front of him, the baby dragon could not keep his composure and asked the first question, breaking the calm.

It hasn't figured out why the other party called it in, nor does it know the nature of these powerful Zoroarks.

Accustomed to seeking benefits and avoiding harm, it always feels that this situation that is completely out of control is very unsafe, especially after experiencing the pursuit and lesson of the queen bee.

Looking at the baby dragon's conflicted look, Zoroark raised the corner of his mouth, shook his head slightly, and glanced at his beloved daughter.

It has some interesting ideas.

"Zolo!"

It did not directly respond to the slightly anxious baby dragon, but gently picked up Zoroark in its arms and asked in a deep voice about what had happened over the past few days.

"Solo? Solo Solo!......"

Speaking of this, Zoroa immediately perked up, chattering and gesticulating, and told his father the story of the attack by the shovel beetle in a very exaggerated way.

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"Bagong..."

After listening to Zoroark's slightly exaggerated description, the baby dragon scratched its belly with a bit of a smile - it originally wanted to scratch its head, but its claws were too short to reach it.

However, unlike his embarrassment, Zoroark on the opposite side listened with great interest, asking small questions from time to time and nodding repeatedly, giving his daughter enough face.

"Solo!"

In the very end, Zoroark yelled angrily, defining the unforgivable sin of the Shovelworm as the kind that could not be relieved even by beating it up.

"Zolo? Zolo."

Zoroark, who had no resistance to his lovely daughter, gently stroked Zoroark's little head, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. Seeing the reaction of the baby dragon, he naturally would not accept Zoroark's words at face value.

In fact, from just a few words, it has roughly sorted out the recent situation.

His daughter was accidentally involved in this territorial war whose cause has not yet been figured out, and is now in danger.

The initiator of the war is the shovel-cutter bug, which is now passively being beaten.

Seeing that Zoroark had returned safely, almost unscathed, and having a general understanding of the situation, Zoroark's anger gradually subsided.

"Zolo!"

With a wave of his hand, another Zoroark who had been waiting in the distance came over holding a crystal as big as two ordinary people's fists.

You can feel the vitality contained in it from a long distance away.

The baby dragon, who was extremely sensitive to energy, opened his eyes wide, but quickly regained his composure.

The last lesson and Firio's advice were still fresh in its memory.

Although things are good, they are still external to our body. It is best to have them, but if you can't have them, you should just let nature take its course.

Eyes watching nose and nose watching heart, the baby dragon stood still properly, without looking to the side, just like an old monk in meditation.

Zoroark, who had seen everything, had an even more satisfied look in his eyes. He gently held down the somewhat dissatisfied Zoroark, took the crystal stone handed over by the tribesmen, and slowly walked forward.

"Solo!"

After struggling to break free from his father's arms, Zoroark took the lead and jumped to the baby dragon's side. He stretched out his little claws and slapped the opponent's iron head with his paw pads, making a popping sound.

Then, it turned its head, narrowed its eyes slightly, and looked at its father, with a hint of threat in its eyes.

Regardless of what Zoroark thinks, it is already a little emotional.

"Zolo!"

The senior daughter Nuzoroark naturally couldn't stand this, she smiled, squatted down, and handed over the crystal.

This was originally intended to be a gift for the distinguished guest who saved my daughter.

A gift from the heart of the forest.

"Bagon?"

"Zolo!"

After some pushing and shoving, the baby dragon stretched out its little claws with a slightly complicated expression and hugged the crystal stone.

The instinct of life made its saliva begin to be secreted unconsciously.

Every cell is shouting and roaring.

"Gao"

He didn't care about being reserved, opened his bloody mouth and bit down suddenly.

The crystal was not as hard as it looked. Instead, it was somewhat brittle. It could not hold out for a moment under the sharp teeth of the baby dragon. It collapsed at the first touch and shattered into countless small pieces.

"Bagon!"

After chewing a few bites and swallowing them down impatiently, the baby dragon seemed to be still unsatisfied. Without waiting for Zoroark to stop it, it took a few more bites, and the huge crystal stone directly turned into food in the baby dragon's stomach.

"B...Gon!"

The warmth in the belly made the baby dragon very comfortable, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

But before it could pat its belly, the warmth quickly turned into a heat and burning that almost set it on fire.

There is heat everywhere within the internal organs.

The white light of life enveloped its body, turning it into a "light cocoon" that constantly contracted and expanded.

"Zolo...?"

With a look of astonishment on his face, Zoroark froze in place.

This gift from the double-axe war dragon in the center of the forest was actually eaten up so easily in a flash.

And...it's still okay?!

Zoroark only felt that his cognition seemed to have been reshaped in some way.

Either the little dragon in front of it is unscientific, or it and the big dinosaur are just too hopeless to support, one of the two must be the case.

Thinking of a possibility that was getting closer and closer to reality, the big fox stood aside and silently doubted his own fox life.

"Solo!"

Zoroark didn't care about that. He jumped lightly and hit his father's chest, interrupting his thoughts.

"Zorro...Zorro!"

Zoroark pretended to be hit hard and took several steps back until he was far away. He waved his hand suddenly, and the surrounding Zoroarks and the little Zoroarks who were watching the fun all dispersed, each busy with their own things.

Taking a final look at the light cocoon that seemed to have an independent life, Zoroark shook his head with a complicated expression and turned his gaze to look into the distance.

The anger over the attack on his daughter has slowly dissipated, and a more urgent and difficult problem has been placed before him.

How should it and its tribe cope with the war between Kairos and the cannon bugs that are all over the forest?

Almost at the same time as the news about his daughter came the information that Kairos and Cannon Bug were about to prepare for a decisive battle.

From peaceful daily life to the raging war, sometimes all it takes is a small trigger, an event that you wouldn't even notice on a normal day.

But to restore peace after the war has started, it takes more than a little effort.

When the nest is overturned, no eggs will be left unbroken. Zoroark naturally knew this truth.

But what to do, how to do it, and most importantly, who will do it are all very troublesome questions.

The furrowed brows hinted at the unrest in the heart of this powerful Pokémon.

The unruly Soraya was unusually obedient in the face of such a major event, lying obediently on his father's shoulder so as not to disturb his thoughts.

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The quiet forest began to stir after a long absence.

One after another, the strong Zoroarks walked out from the dark and dense forest where they usually lived and rested, and gathered behind the powerful leader who had his back to his home.

Unlike the previous small-scale fights, this time, all the Zoroarks, who were in their prime, came out in full force.

Although there are only dozens of them, each one is quite powerful, and when combined, they are not inferior to any party that is about to launch a decisive battle.

"Zolo!"

With a slight wave of his slender arm and without too many words, the loose team suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the west.

After a long period of thinking, Zoroark decided to lead his people to intimidate the warring parties.

The Zoroark tribe, who had been living in seclusion for a long time, mobilized all their strength.

These low-key birds will show their prowess for the first time in the forest where they have lived for many years.

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"Solo..."

Zoroark was curled up on the ground. He was not allowed to go to the battlefield. He had nothing to do, so he could only take a nap out of boredom and look at the light cocoon in front of him.

The white light cocoon that beats like a heart seems to be a bottomless pit with extremely strong attraction, and it is not picky about food at all.

The energy around, which was originally much more abundant than other places, now became much thinner and was all absorbed.

The endless repetition of contraction and expansion made Zoroark a little tired. He narrowed his eyes slightly and felt a little sleepy.