The thorn worm in the fat pupa stage is already three times the size of other elf worms, and its shiny skin is gradually dimming, as if it is getting old.
Indeed, the fat pupa stage means evolution, and it also means death.
In just one or two months, if it can't break through its own shackles and evolve into an elf, it will consume the remaining vitality and turn into ashes.
"It has sensed the pheromones of the new species of thorns!"
Liszt held up the thorn worm in the jade box, connected his mind, and could deeply understand the thorn worm's emotions at the moment.
It was a complex emotion full of excitement, apprehension, fear, and courage. Ordinary elf worms would never have so many emotions. It can only grow when it evolves.
The new variety of thorns is just a thorn with a mutated branch and leaf color, which is not much different from ordinary thorns.
one way or another.
When the thorn worm landed on the thorny branch, the already sluggish movement suddenly got up quickly, and quickly climbed along the thorny branch.
It has no legs, only small fleshy protrusions, but no matter how it climbs on the tree trunk, it will not fall off.
This kind of magical creature can ignore the rules of physics and crawl in the air. In particular, it wants to climb from one thorn to another, without landing, and wriggle directly in the air, easily cross the gap between the two thorns, and collect the pheromone of the next thorn.
Marcus, who had arranged for the knights to stand guard and patrol around, had already rushed over.
He looked at the thorn worm, and was also worried: "My lord, the thorn worm... can it be successful?"
"sure!"
The corners of Liszt's mouth suddenly showed a beautiful arc, and his smile was as bright as the sunshine in March: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Marcus, the thorn bug has succeeded... I can feel the restlessness in its body, it is a brand new The power is conceived, it is evolving!"
In fact, it's imperceptible.
The reason why he was so sure was because there was a smoky mission in front of him.
"Complete the task and reward a thorn elf."
Because of Marcus' interruption, the smoky serpent quickly dissipated, as if nothing had appeared in front of him.
Sometimes Liszt feels that there is no smoke at all, and the reason why others can't see it is just the projection of "fate" in his mind-otherwise, the smoke dragon must have been to the earth, otherwise how could it be displayed in the form of a mission, the content It is also a style familiar to Liszt.
Just like invisible dragons can't see it, only people with "integrity and courage" can see it.
The smoke form of the smoke dragon is probably the same as the invisible dragon, a special existence beyond magic. The other fairy dragons, emerald dragons, and evening dragons probably all exist in some special form.
This also explains why the sacred dragons are just legends - people can't see their real appearance.
Even ordinary three-line dragons, and elves.
It is also a special existence.
At this time, the thorn worm's skin turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the luster completely dissipated. The originally tight skin was also covered with wrinkles, as if it had come to the end of its life all at once.
But its emotions are intensely excited, with unspeakable joy and happiness.
Using the magic eye, Liszt can see that the chaotic magic power in its body is continuously generating bubbles like boiling water. Then the bubbles explode, and some kind of invisible change occurs. As if blown up by the boiling magic bubbles, the size of the thorn worm is still getting bigger.
The bigger its body becomes, the more decayed and old its appearance becomes.
The more excited the emotions, the more agitated.
Liszt was so stimulated that his mood was also agitated, wishing to sing a song.
Marcus next to him couldn't feel the excitement, but he saw that the thorn worm became bigger like a balloon, his eyes were bright, and his fists were clenched tightly, sweating for the thorn worm's evolution.
Time seems to be very long.
But the wind only blew Liszt's forehead and pale golden curly hair a few times, and the thorn worm had already swelled into a big gray worm with the thickness of a calf.
The setting sun dyed the fiery clouds in the sky red.
There was a trembling bark in the distance, followed by a native woman in the dog prison, who responded with a bark.
Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the castle seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light. The windows and the rock walls could not be distinguished, only the outline of a steeple roof.
The silence at dusk is especially clear at this moment.
Liszt continued his magical eyes and stared at the thorn worm. He had witnessed the birth of the elf in Tulip Castle. But that memory has been a long time ago, and it was not deep when he was still a teenager. Now, the clear process of elf worms evolving into elves is presented in his vision.
In an instant, with a clear understanding, Liszt gently uttered two words: "Here we come."
that moment.
There was only a sound of tearing paper—hiss.
The ashen skin of the thorn worm cracked, and then a pink and white hand protruded from under the thorn worm's skin, and then, a palm-sized white elf directly pierced the thorn worm's skin, jumped out. In the blink of an eye, the white elf spread its translucent wings and flew into the air.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
It was as crisp as the shouts of a three-year-old child, rippling in the air, circling Liszt in circles, the flying speed was not fast, but the posture was graceful, the movements were agile, and he turned countless somersaults.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
That kind of cheerful emotion, even if there is no telepathy, can be felt just by listening to its cries.
Liszt's gaze was firmly locked on the figure of the thorn elf, and a warm smile filled the corners of his mouth. He finally had an elf who had a contract with him, was connected by blood and soul.
Didn't bother with the catharsis of the thorn pixie.
He felt the joy of the little guy's successful evolution.
Moving his eyes to the ground, the shed skin of the thorn worm squatted down and touched it lightly with his hands. The shed skin quickly turned into dust and dissipated with the breeze without leaving a trace.
He didn't see clearly how the elf worm evolved into an elf under this skin. It's just that the magic power is boiling, and then it transforms into an elf, it's so rough and simple, it doesn't make sense at all.
When he recovered.
The thorn elf had finished venting his emotions, and landed on his shoulder, pulling his hair with one hand, stabilizing his body, with a pair of big eyes full of curiosity about the world, he looked at Liszt who turned his head. Its eyes are big, different from human eyes, black and bright, like wearing colored contact lenses.
"Wow."
"come over."
Liszt stretched out his hand, and the thorn elf immediately climbed onto his hand, holding a finger.
If you look carefully, you can see that on the top of its head, there are round melon seeds, and a small thorn grows, which is an ordinary thorn, which means that it is an elf bred from ordinary thorns .
Plump little hands and chubby little feet.
Very delicate.
It seems to be able to pinch water.
The crotch is bare and there is no gender distinction.
"Mr. Marcus, how about my thorn elf." Liszt smiled triumphantly.
Marcus admired sincerely: "Beautiful!"