Was my cooking not good enough? Why did I have to roast an innocent messenger bird?
Mark could not help but shrink his neck under George's stare. "I was just saying …"
"Let's see if we can tame it, in case it sends out messages through other means," George said as he took out a pokeball and threw it over.
The next moment, the messenger bird that was hung upside down suddenly opened its eyes and flapped its little wings hard, sending the pokeball flying.
"This bird is pretending to be stupid. It's already fainted twice in such a short time," George said with interest, not minding whether he succeeded in taming it or not.
"Coo coo!"
The messenger bird struggled again. The coo coo coo coo and the way it tried to gesture while hanging upside down made it look funny and pitiful.
"Eh, it's pretty smart. The messenger bird said that the most important envelope is gone, so it doesn't dare to go back. How could it leak the secret?" George raised his eyebrows. The power of Chang Pan allowed him to easily understand the messenger bird's words.
"Coo? Coo coo coo! "
The messenger bird was stunned at first. It did not expect anyone to understand what it was saying. The next moment, it struggled even harder, looking at George as if he was its savior.
"Then you're still not willing to accept me taming you?"
"Coo?"
The messenger bird was stunned again. Just now, it seemed … indeed … like a conditioned reflex, it had sent a pokeball flying.
Messenger bird: (:??:) I'm too difficult!
At this moment, Mo Yan and the others could not help but laugh. This messenger bird was really a clown.
Seeing Mo Yan and the others laughing so happily, Mark somehow felt that his position was being threatened.
Ptui! I'm not a mascot!
Mark hurriedly got rid of the terrifying thought in his mind. When he looked at the messenger bird again, his gaze was different.
On the other side, George took out another pokeball and threw it directly at the messenger bird.
Unexpectedly, the pokeball really sucked the messenger bird in and started to shake continuously. It was no different from a normal taming situation.
"Such an important communication sprite. Rocket … isn't it going to be subdued?" George couldn't help but ask. Originally, when he said that he wanted to subdue them, he was just trying.
"Maybe Rocket wants to do the opposite? The messenger birds themselves were very weak, and any trainer with a little ambition would not be willing to tame them.
If he goes through some targeted training away from the crowd, it won't be easy to discover the secret in his gift bag, "Zhu Lan said after some thought.
"Then this stupid bird probably didn't pass the training," Mark couldn't help but complain.
Ding ~
As soon as Mark finished speaking, the pokeball stopped shaking, and just like that, George had subdued a Rocket messenger sprite.
"Speaking of which, the messenger bird's gift skill can also help elves recover their stamina occasionally. Does that meet your requirements?" Mo Yan blinked and said seriously.
George glanced at Mo Yan. "Then let the messenger bird heal your sprite in the future."
"Ahem!" Mo Yan coughed awkwardly. He had wanted to tease George, but he had carelessly dug a hole for himself.
Although the gift skill could restore the sprite's stamina, there was only a one-fifth chance.
As for the remaining four-fifths of them, they sent gifts that could explode.
George couldn't be bothered with Mo Yan, who wanted to be mischievous from time to time, and directly picked up the messenger bird's pokeball on the ground.
"Since fate has brought us together, then come with me."
"You really want to tame it?" Mo Yan returned to his normal self and asked seriously.
"Yes, don't forget that I'm an elven trainer." George smiled, but the words he said made the other three feel too lazy to retort.
Mo Yan and Mark had at least gone through many big and small battles before their sprites could complete their breakthroughs.
What about George?
He had broken through while eating, did he not care about his pride at all?!
But then again, thinking that Brother George had been in charge of their meals along the way, they decided to talk about this matter later.
You're Auntie Qiao, you're always right!
The matter of the messenger bird had come to an end, and the group had rested enough. After tidying up, they continued on their way.
In this snow and ice, there were fewer wild sprites showing their faces. Occasionally, one or two Snowy Horseshoe Monsters could be seen. Moreover, when they saw Mo Yan and the others, they ran away very timidly.
Zhu Lan's Ice Elf and Mo Yan's Marsala were sent out to guard the surroundings and protect everyone's safety.
The Ice Elf was obedient, while Marsala was serious. The former ran back and forth, constantly looking for a safe route for everyone, while the latter shuttled between the cedar trees, looking for wild sprites that posed a threat.
Although it was their first time working together, Marsala and the Moon Elf seemed to have an exceptional tacit understanding.
Unfortunately, the Ice Elf had already been decided to be the Moon Elf's wife. Marsala, this old bachelor, probably didn't have a chance.
After all, the Moon Elf was more handsome, younger, and had met the Ice Elf earlier than him. He didn't have an advantage in any aspect, so he decided to forget about it.
As for the messenger bird that George had just tamed, he didn't send it out. He was also worried that this stupid messenger bird would subtly lead them to Miyamoto. If that happened, it would really be interesting.
It was better to wait for George to truly tame it and train it before sending it out.
… …
Sometimes, the more one was afraid of something, the more one would encounter it. Sometimes, the more one was afraid of something, the more one would encounter it.
On the path that the four of them took to the Lake of Wisdom, an underground ice room that had clearly just been dug out appeared on the side of the path. The ice that had been dug out had already formed two small rockery on both sides of the ice room.
"There's actually someone else on this path!" Mark exclaimed. Then, without saying anything else, he wanted to run over and greet the owner of the ice room.
George was quick to react. The moment Mark took a step forward, he accurately grabbed his big hat.
"Eh … Who's strangling my fate?" Mark raised his head and pretended to be very uncomfortable.
George put down his hand, which didn't use much strength, and glanced at Mark helplessly.
As far as the eye could see, apart from the heavy snow, there were only tall and straight cedars. There was almost nothing else.
And now, an ice room had suddenly appeared on the road. Mo Yan almost didn't have any reason to think of one of the Twin Empresses of Rocket — Miyamoto.
"Huala ~ Huala ~"
Suddenly, the snow at the entrance of the ice room moved sideways, and a small hole suddenly appeared. A faint light came out from it, but there was no sign of anyone.
Mo Yan and the others looked at each other. Finally, Zhu Lan asked softly, "Is there anyone here? Do you need help? "
"Huala ~ Huala ~"
There was still the sound of snow being swept away, but there was still no sign of anyone. Mo Yan and the others already had pokeballs in their hands.
Marsala and the Moon Elf were even more on guard.
"Are you looking for me?"
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