This elf world is a bit strange

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Not to mention the wall that was trying to eat two for one, over ten times in a row, Philio finally confirmed that simply soaking in hot water had no effect on the medicine in the test tube.

No matter what the temperature is, the medicine will not change.

Hot spring water can induce changes in the properties of medicines regardless of the distance and temperature.

"Deep sea scales? Or sulfur?"

Confused, Firio looked at the flowing hot spring, but even with his super powers, he still couldn't figure out why.

After unscrewing the cap on another test tube, Firio walked back to the hot spring.

“Hoo…Hoo…”

Tilt the test tube and fan it gently.

The drifting water mist slowly seeps into the test tube and condenses into a layer of water droplets on the wall of the tube.

Under close contact, the potion began to change from top to bottom.

The degree is subtle, much smaller and slower than direct immersion, but the change is real.

"Is that so... I understand."

Playing with the re-capped test tube, Firio's eyes lit up.

He stretched out his right hand, and the prepared little dream demon floated over holding a large water bottle.

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"Sulfur and deep sea scales? I see. Leave it to me. When you find a chance, send me the water sample as well. I'll have a backup plan if it doesn't work."

On the phone, Teacher Milia's voice was as calm and confident as ever, which was reassuring.

Although a certain older homebody is always unreliable in real life and likes to make fun of herself, it is hard to find someone more reliable than her when it comes to serious matters.

With the guidance of famous teachers and more than ten years of unremitting efforts, she has gone much further than Filho on the road of cultivating families. In time, she will surely become famous in the entire Kalos region and even the world.

After hanging up the phone, Filio felt relieved.

To be on the safe side, five large bottles of hot spring water samples were stored in the dream demon's shadow space.

The proud Firion carefully looked at this unexpected piece of blessed land, feeling indescribable joy in his heart.

"Okay, everyone, we have rested long enough, let's get ready to go..."

"Boom——"

Just as he was about to ask his friends who were still playing to leave, a deafening noise came from outside the cave.

"Dump Dump"

The dense footsteps came from inside and outside, moving towards the cave entrance.

A vast expanse of white comes into view.

The icy cold and the surging heat collide invisibly.

The snow shell above collapsed again, and a huge amount of ice and snow blocked the way ahead.

Chapter 159: Snowy Road to the Summit (5400)

Just when everyone was happy and ready to leave, a second avalanche occurred outside the cave.

When Filio and his companions ran closer, they saw that the snow was so thick that the entrance of the cave, which was not very spacious to begin with, was blocked by the mountain of snow.

Firio scratched his head, a little annoyed at his own carelessness.

I should have noticed when I came here that there is still a part on top of my head that hasn't completely collapsed.

"But... it doesn't matter. Heart Scale Treasure, precious dragon, lead the way with dragon breath!"

He cautiously took two steps back to create some distance, then Firion waved his hand and two dragon flames, one large and one small, surged out.

Wherever the dragon flame, which is more intense than ordinary flames, goes, years of accumulated ice and snow quickly melt and turn into crystal snow water, emitting hot steam.

"Little Eevee, superpower, hold on to it, hold on for a while."

As the ice and snow above were about to continue falling and form a more solid mixture of ice and snow, a blue light appeared and an invisible barrier blocked the melted cave.

I walked out step by step in my hiking boots, stepping on the misty snow water.

"Boom——"

The moment he saw the light of day again, a mountain of ice and snow fell again, sealing the entrance to the cave behind him.

Searching from the outside to the inside, there was no trace of a crack. The strange cave was once again hidden under the ice and snow.

"Speaking of which, I still like the hot springs there. It's a pity that such a good place may be hard to find again in the future."

Large flakes of snow were floating down overhead, and the world in front of him was covered in silver. Firio felt a little emotional and fortunate. Such a coincidence could only be described by luck, which is something that can only be encountered but not sought after.

"Bagon!"

The baby dragon nodded thoughtfully, a gleam in his eyes, and he found a large flat rock and scratched it with his sharp claws.

"Swish"

Three cracks were engraved on the stone surface.

"Bagon!"

Looking around eagerly, the baby dragon had a good idea.

Leave a little memory here.

"Well, that's a good idea. Let's all leave something on it. Who knows, thousands or tens of thousands of years later, someone will find this stone buried deep under the mountains and imagine the story of our time. In this way, we can also leave a mark, even if it's not a very important one."

With approval in his eyes, Firio smiled and walked forward, took out his mountaineering pickaxe, and started clanking it.

Soon, with the efforts of his dexterous hands, a small hexagram appeared in the corner of the stone slab.

"Machi~!"

"Elu~"

Following suit, the little ones came forward one after another, led by the two most active ones.

The tiny shadow ball exploded on the stone surface, subtly forming the shape of the beads on the little dream demon's body.

The flying leaves, slashing and endless graffiti show the art and prank cells of the prank expert.

In an instant, the smooth stone slab became mottled.

Then, the partners who had been waiting for a long time took action one after another.

The psychic power kept cutting, and the traces of Eevee's footprints were closely attached to Firion's hexagram, just as it did most often.

The big-mouthed baby's fangs drew murderous slashes, intertwining with the baby dragon's claw marks.

Pogaman's steel wings chopped down gracefully, leaving a cut that almost went through the stone surface. Faintly, there was even some of the sharp aura that the Unchanging Stone had exuded that day.

Beneath her gentle and considerate nature lies a strong heart.

At the very end, there is the youngest but most serious Xinlinbao.

It stretched out its little paws and tried hard to draw the same way as Firio did at the beginning, with beads of sweat appearing on its face.

Until a crooked heart-shaped pattern was left.

"Jera~!"

"Bagon!"

After nodding seriously to express his approval of Heart Scale's creation, the baby dragon picked up the slate, walked to the snow pile, and threw it with all his strength.

"bang"

The soft snow created a gap in the stone slab, covering most of it.

The breeze blew, snowflakes fell, and in the blink of an eye, everything was white.

Just like the lost cave entrance, this stone slab will be buried here, sealed in the dust of time.

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"clang"

"clang"

The mountaineering pick struck the steep rock wall again and again.

Firio's breathing became a little heavy, and with the support of the protective rope, he climbed upwards step by step.

The companions have all returned to their Poké Balls, leaving only the short-armed and short-legged baby dragon, who was tied tightly by a climbing rope and hung under Firion.

"Bagong..."

Seeing that all the other Pokémon stayed in the Poké Ball and it was the only one causing trouble for Firion, the baby Dragon felt a little embarrassed and waved its little claws in confusion.

"This is a rare opportunity for me to exercise. Hurry up and I'll be up soon."

Firio gently shook off the snowflakes on his head and face, and smiled heartily to comfort it.

"Hey!"

Firion struck the mountaineering pick with all his might, pulled with the momentum, and suddenly pushed off the last foothold, and he reached the summit.

"Bagon!"

He kicked the rock wall with his foot, embedding it deeply into it, and then stomped hard again, and the baby dragon struggled to return to the open area.

Looking at the slope that was dozens of meters high below, the man and the Pokémon smiled at each other.

The feeling of trust that had not appeared since that night gradually spread in the baby dragon's heart.

Perhaps the seed had been planted long ago, but it was only at this moment that the weathered little dragon realized its existence.

"Bah...A-choo!"

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the baby dragon shivered unexpectedly, followed by a loud sneeze.

Before he could react, his body felt lighter. When he looked again, he found that he was wrapped tightly in a thick cotton coat.

Firio struggled to retract the climbing rope hanging down the cliff, and looked into the distance, but everything in front of him was hazy.

Unlike the small world at the bottom of the slope that was sheltered from the strong wind, the weather above had changed suddenly in just a few hours.

The snowstorm suddenly intensified, and countless loose snow was carried away by the strong wind, blocking the view and making it difficult to stand.

However, there is no other choice.

You wouldn't know unless you looked. The snow all around was already very heavy. If you went down there for a long time, you might even be in danger of being completely buried by an avalanche.

The only thing left is to move forward in the wind and snow and try to find a reliable shelter.

"Don't come out, the snow is blowing hard and it's dangerous."

Holding down the restless Poké Ball with one hand, Firion frowned and looked into the distance, searching with great difficulty for the landmark - the towering peak.

Nowadays, even finding it is a bit difficult.

The baby dragon in his arms was also shaking slightly, and I don’t know what it wanted to do.

"Relax and stay put. I will lead you to find the right path. This is just a small matter. It doesn't matter."

After taking a few breaths, Firio patted his coat, his voice full of confidence.

After soaking in the hot springs to relieve fatigue and filling my stomach, I felt full of energy. Even in such an environment, I could overcome it.

Secretly encouraging himself, he struggled to stand up, braved the wind and snow, and walked towards the hazy Grant Peak with difficulty.

This walk took nearly an hour.

The wind was howling and the snow was flying heavily. There was no sign of the wind abating and instead it was getting worse.

The peak in the distance is like a beast hidden in the darkness, vague, distant, elusive and difficult to perceive.

The intermittent roars of the Pokémon were mixed in with the sound of the wind, and were only barely recognizable.

Even a tiny bit of information is enough to determine that the owners of the voices are all big guys who can walk on flat ground even in a blizzard, and are the real upstream of the snow-capped mountains' food chain.

Physical size does not equal combat capability, and their strength may not be outstanding on a normal day, but in such a harsh climate, they are like fish in water with their large size and strong strength.