This elf world is a bit strange

"Relax and eat more. We still have to climb the mountain tomorrow. It's safe with us here."

Firion, who is familiar with the psychology of Pokémon, spoke out what was on Dragonite's mind.

No matter how independent and mature he is, he is, after all, just a little guy whose worries are often written on his face.

"Ba...Bagon!"

Baby Dragon was a little conflicted, wanting to eat but not daring to.

"Qido?"

The big-mouthed kid, who had just finished eating the food in front of him, raised his head, took a look, and stretched out his little hand to pull away the food bowl in front of the baby dragon.

"Bagon! Bagon!"

The baby dragon hurriedly raised his little paw, and the blushing baby dragon finally reached out to protect his dinner.

Amid the teasing laughter of Big Mouth Baby.

"Ahhh (￣～￣)"

Xinlinbao, who had never had any burden about eating, had no idea what his companions and the baby dragon were struggling with. He swallowed the last bit of food in one gulp and loudly requested "More food".

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After having a good meal and a good drink, it was already pitch black all around, with only a few long howls of Pokémon coming from afar, piercing the night sky.

Firion and several Pokémon sat around the bright and warm campfire, roasting themselves by the fire and chatting.

The Wind Fairy, Big Mouth Baby and Pogamon are playing together.

The little sheep, who had been playing tricks on everyone these days, was pinned to the ground by Big Mouth Baby and Pogaman, and his itchy spots that had long been discovered by everyone were tickled.

Little Eevee lay on Firio's lap as usual, enjoying today's unique massage and hair combing service, squinting his eyes as if half asleep, and a faint blue light flickered on his long forked tail.

Even when it is resting, it does not forget to practice its super power prediction skills.

The restless little dream demon had already left Firio's head, and was holding two small cookies. He sat next to the Heart Scale Baby, who was so stretched that he couldn't get up, and chewed them slowly with a malicious look.

Everyone was busy with their own things, and the baby dragon seemed a little lonely. He just sat quietly by the fire, occasionally picking up a piece of firewood and throwing it in, staring at the flickering flames.

"By the way, dear dragon, how is that little Soroa from the other day? I saw that you guys were on good terms, and I thought you were going to stay in the forest for a while."

Seeing its embarrassment, Firio took the initiative to start a conversation, and asked with a hint of joking about the little fox that was very close to the baby dragon and had been riding on it that day.

"Babababagong!"

Baby Dragon stuttered when he mentioned the name that impressed him so deeply.

"Swish swish"

All eyes were cast over instantly, even the big-mouthed kid who was tormenting the wind fairy was no exception.

Firio's eyes lit up, and the fire of gossip burned fiercely: "It seems there is a story, tell me in detail!"

"Madge!"

The little dream demon who loved to listen to gossip also swallowed the bread in one gulp. He didn't bother to tease Xinlinbao and squatted beside the baby dragon with great interest, ready to eat the melon.

"Bagon?"

Baby Dragon looked around in amazement, gestured, and talked about his experience a few days ago.

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"What is this, you iron-headed one..."

Disappointed, Firio bent his fingers and tapped the baby dragon's wooden head.

"Maggie..."

The little dream demon who didn't get to eat the melon also curled up into a small ball and returned to Firion's head. He looked at the baby dragon with eyes full of disappointment.

"Bagon?"

Baby Dragon's forehead is full of question marks.

The sudden enthusiasm and loss left it a little confused.

After the chance encounter in the forest that day, it stayed in Soraya's home, using the rich food to further replenish the nutrition for its newly strengthened body.

After spending a few days with Soraya, it accepted a small stone given by the other party, hung it around its neck, and then left the forest, crossed the grassland, and went down the mountain.

"dong dong dong"

"Bagong..."

The big-mouthed kid swung his big jaws and hit the baby dragon repeatedly, making stars appear in his eyes and looking very innocent.

"Well, that's fine. I can go back and play with them when I have time."

Picking up the still indignant Big Mouth Baby, Firio rubbed the baby dragon's red head and secretly sighed for the little fox.

It's unlucky for it to meet such a rough guy.

"Bagon!"

Baby Dragon nodded seriously. There were many talented and powerful Pokémon in Zoroark's tribe. After it became stronger, it would go back to fight with them and ask for their advice.

This also includes the illusion master Zoroark!

It's just that it hurts a bit when its little claws scratch my face...

Thinking of the tragic experience not long ago, Baby Dragon sighed.

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In the tent, the little ones were sleeping in a mess.

Beside the campfire, the baby dragon curled up in a ball, half asleep and half awake.

Not wanting to take advantage, it took the initiative to take on the task of keeping watch.

Filio sat quietly outside the tent, listening to the crackling of the burning wood, and took out his notebook in the bright light of the fire.

I opened a page and saw densely packed tiny handwriting and many crossed-out lines.

They are all notes related to drug research.

He already knew the research results of Teacher Milia, but in order to find countermeasures against the drugs of the Flash Team, he needed to reversely deduce based on Teacher Milia's path analysis.

Back in the ranger camp, he had done some research on the existing potion samples and found a way to partially inhibit the potion that would cause Pokémon to go crazy and overdraw their potential, but it was ultimately lacking and unsatisfactory.

Using the time before going to bed when he was not sleepy, he used his superpowers to penetrate into the drug samples and analyzed them for the umpteenth time.

The information of various raw materials is arranged and combined in the mind.

Fruits, medicinal herbs, and some artificial compounds of unknown composition.

The powerful medicinal properties and violent characteristics of the rare fruit were cleverly transcended and intensified, like adding fuel to a fire, causing the already fierce energy to burn even more fiercely, using the Pokémon's bodies as fuel, burning their potential and sanity, leaving only a basic element of friend or foe identification and desire to attack.

When used in the protected area outside of Sala City, the effect can be controlled due to the limitations of the strength of wild Pokémon, but if it is used on a large scale in areas where more powerful Pokémon live, the consequences will be disastrous.

The research on the antidote has not made any progress. Dozens of senior breeders have been working day and night, but the fastest progress is only made by Teacher Milia. Both the Alliance and the Association are very anxious, but to no avail.

The only good news is that the Flare Team has not been deployed for quite some time since their last failure, but has been lying in wait, waiting for something. It is probably because they have lost a large amount of raw materials and the black market has suffered a joint attack, making it difficult to replenish them.

But this is not a long-term solution.

The madness potion without an antidote is like a sword of Damocles hanging over the Kalos region, ready to fall at any moment.

Beneath the surface of peace, undercurrents have begun to surge.

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Time passed minute by minute, and Firion was concentrating on writing and drawing in his notebook, and did not notice the baby dragon who opened his eyes from time to time to look at him.

The young but experienced baby dragon also knew that Firio was busy with something. He looked deeply at the test tube of medicine he had just prepared in his hand, closed his eyes silently, and just silently raised his vigilance, sensing the distance in the darkness.

After a long time, Firio, feeling a little sleepy, stretched, stood up, and moved his cold and stiff limbs.

While he was troubled, he was not too entangled in it.

The Breeders Association is full of talented people, and different research paths will eventually lead to correct results. There is no need for him, a small intermediate breeder, to worry too much about it.

Holding the still unsatisfactory potion and looking at the sleeping little dream demon, he thought for a moment and gave up the idea of ​​waking it up and beating it up. He stuffed the sealed test tube into his coat pocket and staggered to the sleeping bag.

After a while, the even breathing sounds merged with those of the sleeping companions.

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"bang"

In the early morning, Firio was awakened by a collision.

It was not yet daybreak, but when he walked out of the tent with the sleepy little Eevee, the baby dragon was already sweating from his exercise, with white mist rising from his body.

Accompanying it is Pogamon, who is still at ease.

Even after eating the crystal containing the power of Xerneas and breaking through to the gym level, Dragonite is still no match for Pogamon.

The dragon claws that were ready to attack were easily blocked by the shining white steel wings.

Then, Pogamon took advantage of the situation and pushed forward. Even his muscles as hard as steel could not resist. He sat down in the snow pile, gasping for breath.

"It's a good attack, but the intention is too obvious and the movement is too big. It's easy to be countered. Moreover, you are not suitable for the Dragon Claw skill now. You have to wait until you evolve, preferably into a Dragonite, to show its full power."

Firion picked up the baby dragon covered in snow, took out a towel to wipe the sweat off it, and gave it some advice.

Well versed in the ways of fighting and nurturing, he gestured as he spoke, and in just a few words, he pointed out the limitations of the baby dragon.

Although it has been working hard on its own, many of its skills are still unconventional. It can handle ordinary opponents, but it is powerless when facing a good player like Pogaman.

"Bagong..."

The baby dragon waved its little paws thoughtfully, adjusting its posture according to what Firion said.

"Swish"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to him, and three cold rays of light flashed.

Three gaps appeared on the ice and snow, swift and fierce.

"Bagon!"

The baby dragon understood something and shouted, his short arms waving vigorously, his eyes full of joy, and he looked at Firion with a little more respect.

"Not bad, you are very perceptive, you will definitely achieve something in the future." Firio smiled and touched the baby dragon's head, then stood up and called to Pogaman in the distance, "Pogaman, don't train anymore, the little dream monsters will probably wake up soon, let's prepare breakfast."

"Boga!"

The little penguin ran over happily, and the immutable stone on its chest flipped up and down as it ran.

The baby dragon also nodded seriously, walked to the pile of firewood, and started picking and choosing.

Soon, before the sun rose from the mountains, the tempting smell of food woke up the little ones who had rarely gotten a chance to sleep in.

"Elu!"

The wind fairy took the lead and rushed to the small dining table.

"You are the most enthusiastic when it comes to eating."

Taking the food bowl, Firion smiled indulgently and flicked its head, causing the wind fairy to protest and get hit by a powerful Facehugger.

In the tent, the sleepy little ones came out one by one, had a simple breakfast, and started a new day of travel.

Day after day, the routine is so regular that they have long been accustomed to it.

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"Jera? Jera!"

"Bagon!"

On the rugged and snowy mountain road, the baby dragon took the lead and walked in front. Regardless of Firio's dissuasion, he insisted on repaying the favor by exploring the way.

The thick snow has become extremely solid under countless years of compression. When you step on it, you can't touch the rock layer at all, only the snow shell.

Seeing that the baby dragon, which was also in its juvenile form, was so strong and remained unshakable despite the wind and snow, the frozen Heart Scale Baby plucked up his courage, strode up to catch up, and walked forward shoulder to shoulder with the baby dragon.

As he walked, Xinlinbao suddenly realized that he seemed to have met the baby dragon when he was just born.