bioinnovel Chapter 159 Mountain, Volcano, and Fire
Chapter 159 Mountain, Volcano, and Fire
Wow!
Disband the guild!
The onlookers became even more excited, not expecting a surprise after the show ended.
And the stakes are huge; it's about disbanding the entire opposing guild.
Keep going!
We want to see rivers of blood!
The mushrooms were speechless. They were being treated like idiotic supporting characters in a novel, constantly betting on disbanding the guild.
Gamble? Why should we gamble with them?
As for the so-called treasure map of New Island, it's probably just some godforsaken place; I've never even heard of it.
But at that moment, it, Pikachu, and Whimsicott were pushed aside by Jigglypuff from behind.
The president rushed forward and stared directly at the tank skunk.
This was the first time the Wind Fairy had ever seen the Guild Master unleash such an astonishing aura.
President Fat Koding spoke up: "I'll bet! I'll bet with you! We'll use this as the stake. Tell me! How do you want to bet? Exploring the dungeon, or a direct battle?"
Tank Skunk was taken aback by Fat Koops's astonishing aura, and its voice even lowered slightly. After thinking for a moment, it said, "Exploring the dungeon takes too much time. Let's fight directly and see who's the best! We'll fight in a month! And whoever loses can't back out!"
"It's a deal!"
The detective leaned over and said, "In that case, I'll act as a notary. A month from now, I'll find you a venue, and you can come and fight."
Seeing them arguing, the detective remembered that he had some impression of these two guilds. He had heard that because they were equally bad at the game, the expedition team's main guild had been struggling to decide which of the two guilds to ban.
I never expected that this tank skunk would want to use this as a wager, and that the fat kodiner actually agreed.
It secretly sighed to itself how naive it was. It already had a four-star expedition team, had escaped the status of a low-level guild, and didn't need to be merged.
Just ignore these brainless people; why bother making a bet with them?
The wind sprite looked at the chubby guild master in surprise, feeling that the guild master had become extremely unfamiliar.
When did the president become so brave?
Then a wave of emotion welled up in my heart.
I never expected that the guild leader would trust them so much, entrusting the survival of the guild directly to them.
If the noisy bird steward heard about this, he'd probably explode and ascend to heaven on the spot.
The expedition team's star rating has been completed, and President Jigglypuff left with Whimsicott and the others.
As they left the guild, Guild Master Fatcott made a shushing gesture: "You absolutely mustn't let Noisy Bird know about this."
The three Pokémon obediently nodded.
The guild leader patted each of them on the shoulder and said earnestly, "The survival of the guild rests on your shoulders. I believe you will be able to defeat them."
The wind sprite nodded vigorously, determined to train even harder when it got back.
We absolutely cannot let the president down!
A battle that will cost the entire Fat Koopa Guild!
Meanwhile, next to the manor in Littleroot Town, Ark was conducting its daily training with Infernape and Shellder.
In the distance, a Salamence flew over.
Fangzhou was stunned. Could it be that the Salamence had come to see its son again?
Upon closer inspection, it turned out there was someone sitting on the Salamence; the town mayor had come along too.
Strange, why is the mayor here at this time?
Fangzhou remembered that he usually came to stroll around the neighborhood early in the morning.
The mayor jumped off Salamence and walked to the side with Ark, watching several Pokémon train.
The town mayor pointed to the cloudless sky, a worried expression on his face.
"The weather has been a bit strange lately; after the torrential rains, drought is on its way."
The mayor sighed, "I just went on patrol up the mountain and found that many plants have already withered and turned yellow. If this continues, it could easily cause a forest fire."
Fangzhou nodded, agreeing.
A few days ago, the Armored Dragon tried to use the Rain Dance skill, but it failed.
The weather right now is literally cloudless. According to the mayor, even his champion-level Salamence can't use the Rain Dance move in this kind of weather.
The only beings capable of altering celestial phenomena under such circumstances would probably be a powerful being like Rayquaza Lugia.
"I've already contacted the League. I'm waiting for them to send a strong team of Water-type Pokémon to see if that can alleviate the situation a little."
Faced with natural disasters, even the most powerful ordinary Pokémon can hardly withstand them; they can only provide temporary relief.
After chatting for a few more minutes, the mayor left.
Before leaving, I mentioned the festival a week later. If nothing unexpected happens, this year's festival should be the Rayquaza Festival.
Watching the town mayor's departing figure, Fang Zhou suddenly remembered what had happened the night before.
Last night, Psyduck invited him to go fishing by the river again, only to find that the river was much shallower than usual.
If this continues, the rivers will probably enter their dry season.
Fangzhou pulled a duck feather from his pocket.
This was given to him by Psyduck before it left; it's one of the three tufts of hair on its head.
It is said that if you need help, just pluck this duck feather, and it will sense it and come running immediately.
His words conveyed a sense that something big was about to happen.
As night fell, the weather remained so dry that it made one's throat itch.
Somewhere in the Western Hills, a cluster of flames suddenly shot up.
The wind blew and the fire started, and within minutes the fire spread rapidly.
Flames, like giant crimson pythons, devoured withered grass and low trees, while thick smoke billowed and obscured the night sky.
Sparks flew everywhere with the scorching heatwave, and Pokémon around them fled in panic, their mournful cries echoing in the sea of fire.
The dry air was filled with the smell of burning, and the fire quickly spread into an endless sea of flames.
Halfway up the mountain, a group of mushrooms were trapped in the center of a gradually shrinking clearing. Flames approached from all directions, and they huddled together, emitting urgent whimpers. The edges of their leaves had begun to curl and turn black.
Higher up, the speaker cricket was dragging a terrified lily root doll down, but in the blink of an eye, a wall of fire blocked their path, and the scorching air made it impossible for them to open their eyes.
Several serpentine bears howled and raced down the mountain, while a pack of hyenas at the foot of the mountain, led by a large wolfhound, ran away into the distance, fearing they would be caught by the spreading fire.
Fangzhou vaguely heard Kirlia's cries in his sleep and suddenly opened his eyes.
The Pokémon beside me had all woken up and were looking out the window, where everything was bathed in a reddish glow.
Fangzhou sat up and looked out the window, following the Pokémon's gaze.
The raging fire licked at the dark night sky, and thick smoke billowed and churned, turning half the sky charred black.
A wave of scorching heat rushed in through the window cracks, carrying with it the acrid smell of burning grass and trees, and the faint cries of Pokémon in the distance could be heard.
Wildfire.
Wildfire!