The two pink seeds growing on the verdant earth caught Svein's attention again, and he asked excitedly, "What is this?" ”

Jiela hooked her fingers and said amorously: "Look, this is my origin magic, crazy growth!" ”

The crazy barbs and rushing vines underwent an incredible change when they met two pink seeds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the barb meets the seed, it blooms with reddish petals, and at the end of the main stem blooms a thorn jet with pink flowers, and it opens its petals, and the spiky stamens inside are like arrows waiting to be fired on the bowstring!

And when the vine met the seed, it bloomed a purple flower, and in the center of the flower, there was a bright red and deep purple vine with a sharp trunk at the top, and a vine with spikes grew to whip the whipper, and it gently shook like the stamen of a long whip, like a whipping executioner!

Svein looked at the two swaying plants, forgetting that he was in a cage of thorns, his eyes were full of madness, Zyra's spell had given him too much shock and inspiration, and he seemed to see new possibilities in the magic he had just successfully experimented with.

Svein lived in the tree hole again, and this time, next to the tree hole, there was a delicate flower to accompany him.

Svein and Zyra, who discuss their ideas about magic every day, put their wild ideas into action, study various forms of magic, and manifest them.

The dead silence of the plague jungle comes alive with the madness of the two of them.

It is not uncommon to see stagnant water dyed green gushing up and raining green.

Or a giant tree that has collapsed and covered with moss, lifted up by vines, surrounded by crows in the air, and then falls heavily.

You can even see an open green area crawling with small snake-like vines, and then shrink suddenly, startling a flock of black crows.

this day. Svein and Zyra stood side by side, staring at a purple magic array on the turquoise surface in a daze, and Pierce, who was standing on Svein's shoulder, also tilted his head, chewing a piece of carrion in his mouth, chewing slowly.

The purple magic array slowly turned, and suddenly there was a clang. A sharp claw stretched out from the eye of each circle of the magic array, and it contracted suddenly, and the magic array in each circle was like a contracted crow claw, twisted together in the center. Imagine that if a person were to stand in the center of this circle, that person would be bound by this claw, and this was the claw's binding that Svein had come up with from the root of Zyra's entanglement.

"Looks like it's working well."

"It's just a little too dull, and it's more difficult to release moving targets."

"Well, we should think of another way. Slow down the enemy's movements. ”

"What's your idea again?"

"I can't cast two spells at the same time, how do you think this should be solved?"

After a moment of silence, Svein and Zyra looked at Pierce, who was standing on Svein's shoulder, and Pierce swallowed the carrion in his mouth and croaked in confusion.

Within a few days, the bustling plague bush was a little quieter again, replaced by Pierce's unpleasant croak.

Svein began training Pierce to develop another skill for his spells. That is to have Pierce cast spells on his enemies that slow them down, so that his Ravenclaw Binding can better catch them!

From the movements of Zyra's flogger. Inspired again, Svein had Pierce spit out a magical chain like a long whip and whip a small wooden stake standing in the verdant earth, and Svein and Zyra began to exchange their eyes as they watched the stake that had been torn open from the bark.

"Do you think this slows down the enemy's movement?"

"It's a little bit worse than that."

"I think we should work harder, and it will be better to disable with one blow."

"Good way. Give it a try. ”

Svein flexed his little finger and put it in his mouth and blew hard, and a clear whistle sounded, and Pierce flapped his wings and fell back on Svein's shoulder.

Svein held out his hand and put it to Pierce's mouth.

Pierce tilted his head and looked. Then without hesitation, he bit down, pecked a piece of meat alive from Svein's arm, and chewed it. As if he didn't feel pain, Svein tilted his head sideways and whispered to Pierce, "Push harder." ”

Pierce chewed Svein's flesh, his eyes turned red, he swallowed the meat in his mouth, flapped his wings and flew again, this time, it was obvious that the strength of Pierce's wings had become stronger!

"With your flesh, can you make it stronger?"

"It's a method of raising sperm blood, I came up with it from you making the seeds grow like crazy.

"How strong can you become?"

"See for yourself."

Pierce, who had eaten Svein's blood, flapped his wings and flew high, the same purple chain that had peeled off the bark of the tree, and the same purple chain erupted from Pierce's mouth, this time, the chain went straight through the stump, and then tied up the entire stump.

Seeing this, Svein pursed his lips, and seemed not very happy with this appearance.

"It seems to have passed a little."

"Indeed."

"Want to improve?"

"I think you should improve your sperm blood breeding method first, if you have to feed a piece of meat every time, won't you be left with white bones after a fight?"

"That's just as well."

"It seems that we have to think about it from other aspects."

Svein fell into deep thought.

Pierce stood on the tattered stump, pecking at the weird bugs that had been scared away from the rotten wood.

After another few days of research, Svein had a new breakthrough.

On this day, Svein and Zyra stood side by side as before, Pierce stood on Svein's shoulder and combed his feathers, and in front of Svein and Zyra, was a new stake.

Svein took a step forward on crutches, and with his other hand pointed at the stump, and a cloud of something like a turquoise lake flew towards the stake.

The green water enveloped the stake, and the black crow feathers in it turned into several small crows circling around the stake, pecking at the stake from time to time.

"What's the use of this spell?"

"Since it is not possible to raise it with essence blood, then I can only torture the opponent first, so that the pain he suffers will be even more painful."

"Torturing your opponent with pain?"

"Yes, the opponent's body after torture will lose some defense against subsequent attacks."

"So, with that, my magic attack system is almost perfect."

"Huh?"

"I might be leaving."

"Why?"

"I've laid out a big game before, and now, it's time to go back and close the net."

"Are you coming back?"

"Nope."

"In danger?"

"Yes."

"I think I can help you."

"I'll come to you if there's a need."

"You just said you wouldn't be back here."

"I'll send someone to you."

"Who?"

"The one with this badge."

Zyra looked at a badge that Svein slowly held up in her hand.

It's a black, pitch-black crow badge, a lifelike badge, like a shrunken Pierce. (To be continued.) )