The Defeated Dragon

Thornworms in the pupae phase are three times the size of other Pokémon, and their original glossy skin gradually diminishes as if they were old.

It is true, too, that the pupae phase means evolution and death.

In just one or two months, if it fails to break through its own constraints and evolve into a Pokémon, it will consume the rest of its vitality and turn to ash.

“It has already felt the thorny information of a new breed! ”

Lister holds up the thorns in the jade box and connects the minds to deeply appreciate the emotions of the thorns at this moment.

It is a complex emotion filled with excitement, indignation, fear and courage. Normal Pokémon will never have so many emotions, and it will only grow when it evolves.

The new variety of thorns, just a branch leaf color produces mutated thorns, not much different from ordinary thorns.

Anyway.

When the thorn worm landed on the thorn's branches, it had already moved slowly and quickly, climbing along the thorn's branches.

It has no legs, only tiny, fleshy projections, but no way to climb on the trunk will it fall off.

This amazing creature can crawl in the air, ignoring the rules of physics. Especially if it wants to climb from one thorn to the other, without having to land and creep directly into the air, it can easily cross the gap between the two thorns and gather the next thorn's information element.

Marcus, who arranged an outpost from the Knight Station to patrol a circle, has arrived.

And he looked at the thorn, and he was like, “My lord, thorn... can you succeed? ”

“Absolutely! ”

The corner of Lister's mouth suddenly revealed a beautiful arc, laughing as if it were the sun in March: “Relax, Mr. Marcus, the thorn worm has succeeded… I feel the agitation in its body, it is a brand new force in fertility, it is evolving! ”

In fact, it's not felt.

He was so sure because there was a smoke mission going on right now.

“Complete the task to reward a Pokémon. ”

Because of Marcus' interruption, the smoky serpent quickly dissipated, as if nothing had appeared in front of him.

Sometimes Lister feels that there is no smoke at all, and the reason why no one else can see it is just the projection of "destiny" in his mind - otherwise, Smoky Dragon must have traveled to Earth, otherwise how can it be presented in the form of a task, and the content is also Lister's familiar style.

Like an invisible dragon, only “integrity, courage” can be seen.

Smoky dragon smoke forms, mostly like intangible dragons, are a special form of being beyond magic. Other fairy dragons, emerald dragons and dusk dragons, I'm afraid, all exist in some special form.

And that explains very well why the dragons are merely legends —— people don't see what they really are.

Even the average three dragons, and elves.

It is unique in itself.

At this time, the thorn worm, the skin greases at visible speeds of the naked eye, the radiance dissipates completely, and the skin, which is already tight, is also covered with wrinkles, as if it were suddenly at the end of life.

But its emotions are intensely exhilarating, with unspeakable joy and joy.

With Magic Eye, Lester can see that the chaos magic in his body is constantly creating bubbles like boiling water. Then the bubbles blow up, and some kind of invisible change arises. Seems to be blown up by boiling magic bubbles, and the Thornworms are still getting bigger in shape.

The bigger its body becomes, the more decaying and old it is.

The more excited the mood becomes.

Lister was excited to sing a song in high spirits.

Marcus next to him, he can't feel this excitement, but he sees the bug blowing balloons as big as a thorn, his eyes glistening, his fists squeezing tightly, and he pinches a sweat for the evolution of the thorn worm.

It seems like a long time.

But the wind blew Lester's forehead a few times, pale golden hair with a little curl, and the thorn worm had swelled into a large gray worm with a thick calf.

The sunset stained the sky's burning clouds.

From afar came the roaring sound of the shaky forest, followed by the natives in the dog prison, in response to the roaring sound.

The castle is bathed in the sunset, as if it were a gold-plated glow, indistinguishable from windows and rock walls, with only a contour of the roof of a spire.

Quiet at dusk, extra clear at this moment.

Lester continued his magical eye, staring at the thorn worm, and he witnessed the birth of the Tulip Chamberlain elf. But it's been a long time, and when I was a teenager, it wasn't profound. Now, a clear Pokémon evolves the Pokémon process, which is present in his field of view.

At that time, the heart was connected, and Lister spewed out two words: "Here we go. ”

That moment.

Just one sound of tearing paper apart —— hissing.

The gray skin of the thorn worm split, then a pink, white hand stretched out from under the skin of the thorn worm, and then a white elf with a large palm, directly supported the skin of the thorn worm, jumped out. Between winks, the white elf spreads its back translucent wings and flies halfway into the air.

“Whoa! ”

“Whoa! ”

Crisp as a three-year-old cries, swinging in the air, circling around Lester, flying at an unpleasant speed, but in a beautiful position, agile movement, and countless heels.

“Whoa! ”

“Whoa! ”

That joyful emotion, even without a psychic sensation, can be felt only by listening to its cry.

Lester's gaze firmly locked the shape of the Thorny Pokémon and his smile pervaded the corner of his mouth. He finally had a Pokémon, connected to his own contract, connected to his blood and connected to his heart.

Didn't disturb the thorny Pokemon's release.

He felt the joy of the little guy's evolution after his success.

Moving his gaze to the ground, he dropped the thorn skin, squatted down and gently touched it with his hands, and the skin quickly turned into dust, leaving no trace as the breeze dissipated.

He didn't really see how Pokémon worms evolved under this skin into Pokémon. Just the magic boils, and then it turns into a Pokémon, which is so crude and simple, it doesn't make any sense.

When he regained consciousness.

The thorny elf has exhaled his emotions, falling on his shoulder, holding his hair with one hand, stabilizing his body, a pair of big eyes with curiosity about the world, and looking over Lister's head. It has big eyes, unlike human eyes, dark and bright, like with glasses.

“Whoa. ”

“Come here.”

Lister stretched out her hand and the Thorny Elf suddenly climbed onto him and held a finger.

If you look at it carefully, you can see the top of its head, the round head of the melon, and there's a tiny thorn, the common thorn, which means that it's a fairy born out of the ordinary thorn.

Small hands fat beep, small feet fat beep.

exquisite.

As if it could strangle the water.

Bald under the crotch, no gender distinction.

“Teacher Marcus, my Pokemon, how about that.” Lester smiled proudly.

Marcus sincerely praises: "Beauty! ”