The bottom trainer in the elf world

Chapter 1 A Different Fairy World
late autumn.

Withered and yellow fallen leaves swirled down from the air, adding a bit of color to the blunt and rough streets.

On the mottled telephone pole, a few crows hoarse their throats, but no one paid any attention.

A dark and cramped alley somewhere in Golden City.

In the messy pile of garbage, in the dirty water flowing wantonly, lay a bony figure.

Withered face, torn clothes, and muddy bare feet.

The figure was so quiet that it seemed that the heartbeat had been silenced.

It's just that the hand on the chest is holding a red and white ball tightly.

The fingertips are white, and the veins are protruding.

suddenly.

The man's eyelids trembled, and with rapid panting, he sat up suddenly from the ground.

The eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist were full of confusion, and gradually became clear.

Memory is like a spring pouring backwards, wantonly impacting consciousness.

Sit for a while.

Only then did I gradually understand my situation.

His name is Xia Yan. He was born in a poor family in Jinhuang City. His parents died early due to overwork. He rummaged through garbage, ate pickled meat, stole things, and slept on the street. He was the most typical low-level resident of Jinhuang City.

Since he was born, he has only one goal, to live.

But now, the original Xia Yan died, and the one who woke up again was an ordinary person from a distant world.

"I, am I still alive?" With disbelief.

looked down.

The dirt between the fingers, the faintly visible ribs, and the elf ball held in the hand that was a little stiff due to exertion.

Through the transparent red glass, one can see a petite yellow figure.

"Elf."

Clap la la.
A drizzle of rain suddenly fell from the sky, covering the whole city with a light veil.

The raindrops slapped the thin and frail body, and the cold penetrated into the bone marrow, taking away little by little the remaining body temperature.

A biting chill swept through consciousness.

Xia Yan felt the colic in his stomach and his lips were dry.

Compared to these, the bone-chilling chill was what he was most worried about.

He stretched out his hand, took some rainwater and sent it to his mouth, which slightly relieved the dry mouth.

"This is not going to work. I need food, I need shelter, I need warm clothes."

Xia Yan is very aware of his current state.

The weak body can't stand any tempering at all.

Even if it's just a rain.

"Brother, that kid just ran here"

Suddenly.

The subtle voice passed through the thin rain curtain and reached Xia Yan's ears.

Then there were a few hurried footsteps.

Xia Yan squinted his eyes, struggling to support his knees, and staggered to stand up from the dirty water. The soles of his feet soaked in the water gradually lost feeling and became stiff.

Under the rain curtain, three figures approach from far to near.

Da da da.
Stepping on the rain.

Quickly passed through the hazy water vapor, and appeared in front of Xia Yan.

The leader was a ferocious man with a ferocious scar on his face, and his ferocious eyes seemed to be eating people.

When the sweeping eyes fell on the elf ball in Xia Yan's hand, greed became uncontrollable.

"Brother, it's him!" The dog leg next to the man with the scar looked arrogant, pointing at Xia Yan, his narrow eyes flickered, and the depths of his eyes were full of greed.

Xia Yan, the man with the scar, knew him.

It's a gangster who hangs around in this street. Because of his vicious methods, he behaves quite arrogantly. He can be regarded as the leader of some gangsters.

But in the final analysis, he is only one of the bottom people in Golden City.

For the bottom-level people like them, the only way to change their fate is to obtain an elf, so as to enter the industry of trainers.

Trainers are the mainstream of this world.

And elves are the hardest fists in this world.

Without elves, they would always be just a group of people fighting to survive.

And now, Xia Yan has an elf ball in his hand!

Click
The scarred man clenched his fists and walked towards Xia Yan with fierce eyes.

With his current frail body, he simply couldn't withstand the fists honed from years of fighting.

No words, no words.

For people like them, whether it is grabbing territory or food, it is reasonable to have a hard fist.

Xia Yan is well aware of this.

Seeing the man with the scar getting closer, he tightened the poke ball in his hand.

This elf ball is a hot potato, but it is also an opportunity to change his destiny, and it is also his only reliance at present.

The mouth is slightly opened, and with the wriggling of the Adam's apple, the foul-smelling air is sucked into the lung lobes little by little.

Hold your breath.

Enjoy the burning pain in your lungs.

Press the button on the poke ball, accompanied by a red light, the poke ball opens, a petite and earthy yellow, segmented body, spikes on the head and tail, and seven pairs of pink gastropods An insect spirit appeared between the two.

Unicorn.

A very common elf.

For trainers, it is synonymous with weakness, but for ordinary people, they live in groups and carry poison, and they are existences that cannot be provoked in the forest.

Such a weak elf is not even as big as the scar man's fist. It is not loved by the trainers, but it has become a sweet bun in the eyes of these low-level residents.

Seeing the unicorn, the man with the scar was startled at first, but was quickly covered up by greed.

Desire can distort a person's perception.

"Do you know what elf this is? Do you know how to command an elf?"

His expression was tyrannical, and his voice was harsh.

Trainers are not just people who own elves, but also need corresponding theoretical knowledge, understand the abilities, habits, and personalities of elves, and know how to command them to fight and exert their due strength.

In the eyes of the man with the scar, a person like Xia Yan has almost exhausted all his energy just to survive. How can he understand the elves, let alone command the elves to fight.

Even if it's a very common unicorn.

Xia Yan had a cold face.

Through the memories of his previous life, he has already understood that this world is indeed a world of elves, but not the Utopian world of elves in his impression of "Hello, me, or him".

Here, human beings are buried in the mouth of vicious elves, and it is not rare for precious elves to become food on the human table.

There is no absolute friendship between people, and there are more intrigues and intrigues.

In his previous life, he was not a good person. He had experienced severe beatings in society, and he was well versed in the ugliness of human nature, so he quickly adapted to the current situation.

"Unicorn, spin silk." Xia Yan said coldly, his voice was weak but firm.

Upon hearing his order, the unicorn froze for a moment, then turned its head to look for the source of the voice.

Those small black eyes met Xia Yan's unquestionable gaze.

The small body trembled slightly.

The man with the scar was startled when he heard the words, but when he saw the unicorn's reaction, his smile became more cruel.

He took a big step and rushed up.

There was some fear in my heart, as if I didn't want to let the person in front of me say anything more.

The callused fist was getting closer.

But Xia Yan stood still and didn't move, or couldn't move, but ordered again:

"Tusi!"

Hiss--

Suddenly.

When the scar man's fist was only a few inches away from his face, a thin white silk thread quickly popped out and wrapped around the fist.

The scarred man was startled.

He still wanted to continue to exert force, but found that the silk thread spit out by the petite unicorn tightly bound his fist, making it difficult to continue to swing quickly.

Xia Yan took a step back, the voice sounded again, it was so piercing in the ears of the man with the scar.

"Unicorn, Poison Needle."

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
I saw the sharp horns on the unicorn's head glow with a purple halo, and several small poisonous needles glowing with cold light shot out and sank into the strong arm.

In an instant, the man with the scar turned red, and beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead. On the arm that had been poisoned by the needle, circles of purple quickly spread and swelled.

Poisoning.

The toxin spread rapidly, and the man with the scar staggered and knelt down in front of Xia Yan.

With the current ability and poison of the unicorn, it is not fatal, but there is no doubt that it will lose its mobility.

Seeing that something was wrong, the two dogs behind him wanted to run away.

But I heard Xia Yan's leisurely voice, "Run?"

The footsteps of the two stopped abruptly, and they turned around stiffly, with flattering expressions on their faces.

"This big brother, no! This trainer."

Xia Yan interrupted before he finished speaking, "Money, food, clothes, or death, choose one."

His frail body reveals an unquestionable coldness.

(End of this chapter)