This elf world is a bit strange

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"Warrior Eagle, Storm!"

"Solve and Incubus, super powerful combined attack!"

Intensive explosions echoed throughout the factory area. Under the evenly matched attack, strong winds blew away all the surrounding yellow sand, revealing the setting sun that was about to set.

The few Storm Troopers who had stayed behind earlier had already returned to the factory, and were trembling with fear as they guarded the important supplies. Looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground, they were both respectful and afraid of Firion.

As for Filio himself, he was standing alone in front of the factory gate which was gradually falling.

Slowly landing in front of him was his "old acquaintance" Damir, who had hurried over alone.

They had tested each other in the protected area and then left in a hurry.

We once met in the connecting cave and then missed each other.

This time, also unexpectedly, the two met again.

Countless grievances across the entire Kalos region are intertwined, and enemies often meet on a narrow road.

Chapter 207: Breaking out of the cocoon and taking off: The flying dragon soars into the sky (8200)

Go back a few minutes.

The main factory building in the midst of fierce fighting.

The workers seeking refuge ran in panic to the alloy machinery deep inside the factory and hid behind it.

Outside the factory, the special squad of the Storm Force was fighting against the advantage of terrain.

Although they were at an overwhelming disadvantage in terms of numbers, they were able to handle the situation with ease in their familiar environment.

The Poachers and the Flare Team who were attacking from the outside were not as hard-fought as they were in the beginning. Instead, they seemed to be just going through the motions and were not willing to fight desperately with the Storm Troops who were making a last-ditch effort. They just kept a distance and launched the attack, but rarely engaged in close combat. They would retreat to their starting point if there were any casualties.

In this situation, squad leader Novak was fighting one against two, facing the joint attack of Gavert and Damir. Although he was a little passive in his dodging and moving around, he was able to advance and retreat freely.

Neither side was in a hurry and both seemed to be waiting for something, so the situation became deadlocked.

The violent explosion spread throughout the extremely sturdy factory building, but it was somewhat like a lot of thunder but little rain.

Just when both sides tacitly agreed not to fight each other, the inhuman howls of poachers escaping from the small factory area were faintly heard.

Gavert frowned and looked behind him.

A cross-shaped bat flew rapidly from not far away, carrying a frightened poacher with it.

"Damir, stop him!"

"Warrior Eagle! Air Slash!"

With a loud shout, Damir understood and launched a fierce attack, not holding back, fighting with Novak, allowing Gavert to escape.

"Boss! It's over! It's all over over there!"

As soon as the poacher who escaped from the small factory area landed on the ground, he hugged Gavert's thighs, trembling all over, unable to speak clearly, and just subconsciously repeated "It's all over".

"You useless bastard!" In anger, Gavert kicked his subordinate to the ground and shouted, "Speak human language! What happened?!"

The ferocious face was just as scary as the "evil ghost" before. Under the stimulation of both, the frightened poacher regained some reason and stammered, "Then... the brothers over there are all... all finished! There are only a few of us left! There is... there is an ambush!"

Hearing the word "ambush", Gavert's face changed, he pulled his men up from the ground and shouted, "Ambush?! How many people are there!"

"One...one!"

"Snapped"

After a loud slap, the poacher who had managed to escape had one side of his cheek swelled up immediately.

After the fighter's attack, he felt his head was smashed into pieces, and several of his teeth, which were yellowed by smoking, flew far away and even hit his accomplice not far away.

"One person beat you up like this! You couldn't even run away? You are such a bunch of losers! Do you want to die?!"

The miserable plight of his subordinates did not arouse any sympathy in Gavert, or rather, he did not have such sympathy at all. As he gritted his teeth, his voice became more and more filled with uncontrollable anger, but in his anger, there was also some fear hidden.

Could it be the Four Heavenly Kings of the Alliance who deliberately ambushed here, or... could it be the absurdly powerful captain of the Storm Force?

His eyes narrowed slightly to hide his emotions. He tried his best to remain calm and asked, "Tell me, who is here?"

"No, no, no... I don't recognize him! I only know that he is... a very young man! Cough cough cough!"

The poacher, who was missing half of his teeth, had a lisp when he spoke, and after answering haltingly, his mouth was full of blood and he kept coughing.

“Young man?!” Before Gavert could say anything, Damir, who had just exchanged blows with Novak, asked loudly, “Is there another Incubus and a Sol Eevee?!”

The poacher, who was afraid of being crushed to death by Gavert, nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Gaftor! This is your spy?! Warrior Eagle, Storm! Come here and stop him!"

Damir roared in frustration, and the Warrior Eagle attacked with all his strength. He got rid of the entanglement of the strange power by exchanging injuries, and came straight to Gavert.

The face covered with burn scars was more terrifying than a demon. Even though Damir's strength was no longer what it used to be, he still frightened Gavert when he saw him in rage.

"Just take care of this place for me, and I'll take some people to deal with that damn brat!"

His fingers stabbed at Gavert's chest again and again like sharp swords, and Damir's anger was beyond words.

"it is good……"

"Don't even think about leaving! Follow me and stop them!"

Just when Gavert was intimidated by Damir and was about to agree subconsciously, a loud shout disrupted their plans.

There was a shallow wound on Novak's face caused by the wind blade. Even with the blessing of the mysterious "Qi", it could not completely block it. Blood flowed down, dyeing half of his cheek red, but it made him more heroic.

Taking a deep breath, Novak raised his arms and shouted, "Brother Filio has already done the job! Come with me and hold them back! When the main force comes to support us, none of them will be able to escape!"

Before he finished speaking, a roar of anger echoed throughout the workshop.

Although not as strong as the main Storm Troops, the members stationed here are all carefully selected elites.

Full of fighting spirit and sharing the same hatred for the enemy, they looked at their captain who was leading the troops like a god of war, and without any hesitation, they rushed forward like a tiger descending from the mountain, and became entangled with the Flare Team who wanted to evacuate and the poachers who were frightened by the tragic situation of their accomplices.

The poaching group, who are sleeping in the same bed but have different dreams, no matter how strong they are on paper, can only exert most of their strength in a battle with favorable winds. If there is a slight headwind, their own little calculations in their hearts will make them make their own plans.

Although they had the upper hand in numbers and strength, they were defeated by the sudden counterattack, lost most of the space in the factory, and were defeated one by one by the Storm Troops who formed a battle formation.

Novak got rid of the entanglement and led the charge. In just a few breaths, he killed two poachers who were considered good players in the group. He was murderous and did not have the gentlemanly demeanor he had in the tournament. He looked more like a devil crawling out of hell.

"Hold on for me! Hold on for me! Kill him for me!"

The furious Gavert didn't bother to fight with Damir, and rushed forward with the Hippo King and Da Chao Beibi to fight with Novak.

"Just you?!" Novak shouted, but instead of retreating, he advanced and struck Gavert's hastily raised arms with a heavy palm strike, forcing him to retreat again and again. "You scum who deserve to die, come one by one, I'll kill one!"

An awe-inspiring aura burst out from his sturdy body, and even the murderous Gavert felt a chill in his spine.

"Somebody come!"

Several poachers who were protecting him rushed to help, and they managed to hold back the violent Novak by outnumbering him.

"...What a bunch of...a bunch of rubbish!"

With a cold gaze sweeping across the chaotic battlefield, a few elite members of the Flash Team became the backbone of the battle. Knowing that the situation had turned around, Damir turned around angrily and jumped onto the back of the Warrior Eagle.

"Warrior Eagle, let's go! Even if I'm alone, I have to complete the mission!"

"Wogu!"

The somewhat tired warrior eagle cheered up, roared, flapped its wings and flew high, carrying Damir towards the small factory area.

A fateful battle is about to begin.

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As the attack and defense of the Poké Ball factory entered a fierce stage, the battle outside the Aromatherapy Gym was nearing its end.

Dozens of Team Flare who were used as cannon fodder were either killed on the spot or knelt down to beg for surrender, and were all captured by the Aromatherapy Gym and the Aromatherapy Police Force that came to reinforce.

On the street not far from the battlefield, the dying Bala fell to the ground, with the dying Commander Cleave and Cool Leopard in front of her.

With nowhere to escape, she had no power to fight back under the siege of Nazhi and Gejihua. In just a short moment, she was seriously injured and had no ability to resist, so she could only surrender.

"Swish"

The powerful superpower turned into a sledgehammer and smashed into Bala's head, knocking her unconscious with one blow.

Nancy withdrew her clenched fist with a cold face and looked at Gejihua. There was no joy of victory on her face. She said in a deep voice: "Gejihua, this woman is in your hands. See if you can pry something out of her brain. I have to go help Firio."

Ge Jihua nodded slightly: "Don't worry, leave it to me. Do you need me to go with you?"

"No need, you can find someone to clean up the mess when you go back." Nazi's lips curled up with a cold arc, "I haven't fought seriously for several years. Anyone dares to come to me. It's time to relax. Alakazam, let's go!"

“Hoo!”

Alakazam retracted the light of evolution and turned back into normal form. He raised the spoon high in the air. With a flash of blue light, his figure disappeared and reappeared at the entrance of the Aromatherapy Gym nearly a kilometer away.

Riding on the police motorcycle that had been prepared in advance, she stepped on the accelerator and sped away at lightning speed, full of worry.

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Poké Ball Factory, outside the door of the small factory building.

The two people, who should have been extremely jealous of each other when they met, were now standing opposite each other, confronting each other silently.

With just one blow, both sides had already tested each other's strengths, and neither was completely sure of winning.

Compared to himself a few months ago who could only rely on Korne to fight against strong opponents, Firion at this time is no longer the same as before. With the combined efforts of Ogre and Sol Eevee, even Damir's only remaining trump card, the king-level Warrior Eagle, can fight on equal terms.

This was before the battle cube was used.

Damir, who should have had the upper hand in strength, no longer lives up to his former reputation as the "Eagle".

The desperate fight with Pachira not only caused him to lose the Wind Fairy, his trump card second only to the Warrior Eagle, but also most of the main force he had carefully cultivated for many years. Even the Warrior Eagle who survived by chance was seriously injured like himself. Although his strength was not greatly affected, he was only barely at the level of a king and it was difficult to make any progress.

The second-tier team, which had been fully trained for half a year, was more than three points weaker in strength than in their heyday, and the level of tacit understanding was incomparable to that of the past.

As one grew stronger, the other weakened. The young man who had only made him feel "dangerous" and "troublesome" at the beginning now had the ability to fight him head-on in a life-and-death battle, and even... even from a close observation, he was better than him.

Except that it cannot take off and fight.

Be it hatred or obsession, Damir's heart would burn with rage whenever he saw Firion.

But reason told him that if he attacked forcefully, there would be no good outcome.

This is why, even though he knew that if things were delayed for too long something unexpected might happen, he still wanted to test it out before making any plans.

After experiencing a life-and-death situation, he became extremely sensitive and cautious.

Firio's reflection was reflected in his dark pupils. Damir carefully observed his every move and said slowly: "It turns out that the information about you cannot be trusted at all. You are such a cunning and difficult kid."

"I'll just take that as a compliment. There's nothing I can do about it. It's because you're all so stupid." Firio's tone was frivolous and a bit provocative, but his eyes were as calm as water. His footsteps moved slightly, and he was also looking for the opponent's weaknesses and flaws.

"However, that information is somewhat useful. At least... your injury is real, and your annoying little gadget should have been used up. Otherwise, with your ability, if you hadn't been injured, you would have attacked and fought a cripple like me in close combat."

Standing quietly beside the alert warrior eagle, Damir's muscles were tense and his tone was firm.

Firion still had that standard gentle smile, all his emotions hidden beneath his appearance, without a single leak: "Who knows? You can definitely come up and give it a try."

A tense atmosphere permeated between the two.

Except for the confronting Warrior Eagle, Solevil and Incubus, all the Pokémon are hiding in the Poké Balls, or in the palms of the two, or somewhere on their bodies, ready to go.

With steady breathing and slight movements, the two tested each other and adjusted their states at the same time.

Invisible superpowers are omnipresent and pervasive.

"Sari said at the beginning that if you were not eliminated, you would become a big problem sooner or later. Now it seems that his words have really come true."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't really accept it. But... you may be wrong about one thing."

"Oh? What did I say wrong?"

"Two aspects. The first aspect is that even if you wanted to do it back then, you didn't have the ability to do it."

"What about the second aspect?"

With his heavy travel boots stepping on the ground and his metal prosthesis firmly supporting him, Damir lowered his head, hiding his suddenly sharp gaze.

"As for the second aspect..." A sudden gust of sandstorm swept past him, covering up Firio's voice, leaving only a long tail sound.

Both of them narrowed their eyes involuntarily at the same time, and stepped back at the same time to make room for their Pokémon.

It was both a disguise and an attack, and the two of them came up with an idea.

"If you want to know, go ask your dead accomplice! Dream demon, 100,000 volts!"