Chapter 118
Zoroark swiftly shuttles between the trees and rocks. Mo Yan on his back slightly lowers his body, closing his eyes to sense the Pokémons around him.
For more than half a year since he was reborn, Dark Force has always been in a stagnant state, not increasing or decreasing, and has not made any progress.
Dark Force is the foundation of his becoming stronger. Mo Yan is not in a hurry on the surface, but he has always been eager to improve it.
In addition to speeding up the recovery of Dark Force, the simple Calm Mind has no effect on any improvement, but the battle of the night light swamp last year made Mo Yan's Dark Force slightly increase.
Although not many, it is enough to surprise Mo Yan. This is one of the reasons why he wants to experience alone. Dark Force is the last card, not as a last resort, so don't expose it.
The most obvious change of Dark Force's strength is that the range of energy detection has been expanded. Originally, he could detect six-series Pokémon within a radius of 20 meters, but now it has increased to 21 meters.
Although it is not much, it is harder to make progress as you go forward. It is not worthwhile to increase by one meter.
So when alone, Mo Yan will still open the Dark Force for detection, maybe he can pick up a leak anytime.
Just two hours ago, he successfully captured a Pseudo-Elite innate talent Mankey. Mo Yan didn't like this violent Pokémon, but some people liked it.
However, in a high-speed running environment, Mo Yan wanted to meet Pokémon, a high-innate talent, purely by luck.
At this time, they have already climbed halfway up the mountainside of the dead Volcano. Perhaps because it was once Volcano, the slopes are surprisingly flat and the trees are relatively short and sparse.
Except for the Volcano Lake on the top of the mountain, there are very few Pokémon inhabiting on the slopes. It is precisely because of this that Mo Yan dared to climb up on Zoroark just and honorable.
"Ku"
"What's wrong?"
Zoroark tilted his head, Mo Yan looked around, and saw about two hundred meters in front of the left There is an adventure team consisting of three men and one woman, just like him, rushing to the top of the mountain Volcano Lake.
"Don't worry about them" Mo Yan retracted his gaze, patted Zoroark, and then continued to close his eyes, but he was not as engaged as before.
Zoroark has increased a little bit of speed, and the direction of running is also slightly offset. Although it is not afraid of this group of people, it is afraid of trouble.
Mo Yan keenly felt Zoroark's small movements, but he didn't care.
He also knows that the combination of him and Zoroark is a very good target for people with harboring malicious intentions.
Super young trainer + unknown Pokémon.
If you can avoid unnecessary trouble, try to avoid it, but if you can't avoid it, just see who has the bigger fist. Mo Yan has never been afraid of this.
But the closer they get to the top of the mountain, Mo Yan and Zoroark inevitably meet other advertisers.
They all have a lot of curiosity about Mo Yan. At such a young age, they dare to enter the Mt. Silver Inner Mountain alone, either with the protection of the elders, or the real genius.
As for black eating black, maybe I have this idea, but it is not the time yet.
Across the top of the mountain, Mo Yan cheeks slightly red by the cold wind gradually entering the winter, but the beauty of Volcano Lake is very healing.
The secluded lake, the winding Mist, and the dense green forest around the lake, look like a beautiful hidden pearl in Mt. Silver when viewed from above.
However, on a flat ground near the lake, dozens of tents forcibly ruined the beauty.
For safety, many trainers choose to gather together to camp, guard each other, and take care of each other.
Mo Yan thought for a while, and directed Zoroark to run in another direction, away from the collective camp.
"There are too many people, right"
Zoroark has been running around Volcano Lake for almost half a lap, but most of the places suitable for camping have been occupied.
"The popular mission was actually this scene" Mo Yan shook the head, and could only continue to command Zoroark to find it.
Half an hour later, Mo Yan made a big circle and finally found a good location not far from the collective camp.
Looking at the rising sun, Mo Yan took out the prepared fast food set meal from his backpack, and had a whole meal.
In groups of two, they took turns to arrange for the Pokémon to eat, and then take a lunch break for an hour.
After all this was over, Mo Yan took Carvanha to the shore of Lake Volcano and started assault training.
Underwater ambush, rapid change of direction, ability connection, explosive training, actual combat exercise... each training content is arranged perfectly clear.
Carvanha also gritted his teeth and persisted. He didn't want to break through the Outstanding level earlier.
And all this was noticed secretly by a silhouette of Underwater, and even learned it decently.
The momentum of the training is not small, although people occasionally pass by, but quickly leave.
In such a noisy environment, even if Totodile does appear, it will quickly be scared away.
Mo Yan focused on training, subdued his reckless mentality, and trained each minding their own business.
Three days later, the number of adventurers near Volcano Lake suddenly decreased a lot. Forget about the time, this news has passed by almost half a month, and it's time for all kinds of enthusiasm to dissipate.
Mo Yan is still training Carvanha. Even if Carvanha can fight regardless of the terrain, he is always a fish. Training in the water is the most reasonable way for him.
There are not many lakes in Mt. Silver, and now that there are fewer people, Mo Yan thinks he can stay for a few more days.
As night fell, next to the campfire, Zoroark, who had just had dinner, was lying next to Mo Yan, with his claws folded, his head leaning against the flames and a fierce look at the flames.
Mo Yan is leaning on Zoroark, holding a book of Mt. Silver's strange things, flipping through it carelessly.
Gengar meditated cross-legged on the branches of the next big tree, blending into the darkness perfectly.
The three of them are digesting their food.
Suddenly, Gengar opened his eyes, Zoroark moved his ears, and his tight body immediately caught Mo Yan's attention.
Mo Yan's eyes focused immediately, but the book in his hand was not put down, and Dark Force slowly let go. Not far behind, Dark Force responded with an extremely disgusting emotion.
"Fighting Type? Bug Type?" While Mo Yan was still guessing, an excitement was sent back on the right.
"Dark Type has different Attributes, so is there an organized sneak attack?" Mo Yan pursed his lips. When there were a lot of people, no one would dare to worry about exposure.
Now that there are fewer people, did you pick Mo Yan, a soft persimmon?
It's so... so hey!
Licking his lips, he was not scared, but a little excited. He hasn't been in the dark for a long time.
Mo Yan is still flipping through the book in his hand at low frequency, Zoroark is still staring at the campfire, Gengar is already invisible, and quietly ran to check if there are other ambushes around.
Until Pokémon behind him has come to a place less than five meters away.
"Dark Blast!"
"Library!"