Chapter 115: Necromantic Flower-3
Staring at the Necromantic Flower, Count Elliot said: "It is difficult to know when the Necromantic Flower will start singing the Requiem, so it is better to be careful. As he spoke, the runes in his hands flowed, and he made a binding gesture towards the dozen or so walkers behind him. I saw that among the dozen or so walkers, except for the two golden walkers, the rest of them, from their feet to their waists, were all wrapped up in chains formed by silver runes, circle after circle.
The two Golden Walkers of the Fire Clan, with solemn faces, seemed to be ready to attack.
The trees around the gray earth are rapidly withering and turning into gray powder. The area of gray land around the Necronomicon Flower has grown larger and larger, and has become extremely vast.
Fifteen dark crystal wizards of the Turkish tribe have sprinkled the ground with a blood-red grain similar to coarse salt between the gray earth and the normally grassy land, surrounding the gray earth and scattering it into a huge irregular circle.
The blood-red circle seems to block the necromantic flower from sucking the soul of the plant, and the plants outside the circle no longer mutate.
Grand Duke Quirrell said leisurely, "If the sound of the Requiem sounds, let the Holy Messenger enjoy the beauty of the Necromantic Flower Predator." β
Before Archduke Quirrell's words fell, the lilac ribbon that had been gently fluttering with the wind suddenly swayed violently, and an extremely melodious long roar slowly sounded. The source of the long roar came from the Necromantic Flower, which was centered on the Necromantic Flower and dispersed in all directions.
Before the sound of the long whistle sounded, Grand Duke Quirrell put his arms around Alice's waist, and his face was charming and his voice was soft: "I don't know if the Holy Messenger can resist the Requiem Sound, Quirrell will offend first." Alice nodded slightly, and forgot to answer.
In less than a moment, the faces of those bronze walkers and white bankers gradually became confused and intoxicated.
"Brother, have you forgiven me?"
"Huo Ling'er, Huo Ling'er, my baby, are you calling me?"
"Father, father, I'm here, you wait for me, I'll be with you right away."
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Their upper body was already tilting towards the Necromantic Flower, and their hands desperately grabbed the place where the Necromantic Flower was, but the lower half of their bodies were bound by rune chains, as if their feet had taken root in the soil, and they didn't move at all, which made their posture look very weird.
The Fire Clan people have red hair and black eyes, and the two Fire Clan Golden Walkers, with a pair of black eyes at this moment, have become golden, and it seems that they are using the magic power of the source of magic to resist the "Requiem".
In a moment, what was originally just a melodious long chirp of a sound has become an extremely beautiful music.
Marquis Mary said lightly: "The sound of 'Requiem' is just a beautiful piece of music to the ears of the Protoss, but for those who have no ability to resist, it will transform into the voice they want to hear most in their hearts. β
A rumbling sound, from far and near, came from all directions, and it seemed that ten thousand beasts were galloping, and they were rushing to the same place. Alice even felt the ground tremble under her feet.
Marquis Mary waved his hand casually, and where everyone was, they were surrounded by a silver halo.
The original snow-white flowers of the Necronomicon Flower have turned a deep purple, while the lilac stamens and bands have become extremely white. The dark purple necromantic flower began to slowly rotate in place, and its whole body became crystal bright, emitting a purple halo, swinging in circles around it. The purple halo seemed to be invisibly blocked when it swung to the blood-red circle. Those snow-white ribbons turned incomparably long in an instant, winding and fluttering within the blood-red circle, covering the space dozens of meters above the ground, as if a group of demons were dancing wildly. The originally beautiful Necromantic Flower has turned into a terrifying monster.
"Baaa", bursts of sheep cries like waves sounded, and countless sheep rushed into the woods and rushed towards the place where the necromantic flower was.
There is a grassland on Lanfen Island, which is a natural breeding pasture with a large number of sheep. These sheep are probably coming from the grassland in the distance.
Alice was stunned by what she saw: the sheep that had run into the blood-colored circle were immediately entangled in the ribbon, and in an instant they became gray and turned into powder.
The sheep poured in in a steady stream, and under the entanglement of the snow-white ribbon, it became a flock of sheep struggling and screaming in mid-air, and gray powder, like a dust storm, poured down from the air.
The silver aura made the sheep avoid where everyone was.
Soon, the animals that rushed into the blood-red circle had transformed into horses, cows, wolves and other wild beasts.
Silver runes flowed in Count Eliot's hands. In an instant, at the edge of the blood-red circle, a silver light curtain was erected. The light curtain began to stretch from the ground into the air to a height of tens of meters, and then formed a huge dome in the sky, like a huge silver tent, completely enveloping the place where the blood-red circle was located.
Alice could feel that the silver light curtain seemed to have been violently impacted, trembling faintly. Beyond the light curtain, the howls of various domestic animals and beasts are terrifying, and the presence of the beautiful and breathtaking Requiem alongside Alice finds it strange.
It seemed to be a silver tent that cut off the sound of the Requiem, and after a while the howls of domestic animals and beasts died down.
Necromantic Flower senses changes in its surroundings, and slowly, the snow-white ribbon is shortening. After a while, the snow-white ribbon shortened to the original length of four or five meters, and the melodious music disappeared, leaving only the purple necromantic flower still spinning in place.
Marquis Marie was a little surprised, from the moment the sound of the long whistle sounded, she carefully observed the change in Alice's expression, until this moment, Alice's expression did not change at all.
"Could it be that the Light Source Holy Messenger is also like the Protoss, and can naturally resist the sound of the Requiem?" Marquis Mary thought to herself. Marquis Marie used her divine sense, and she did not sense the presence of divine magic in Alice.
Grand Duke Quirrell released his hand from Alice's waist and chuckled, "The Holy Emissary is indeed extraordinary, Quirrell has done a lot of things. β
"Thank you, Grand Duke Quirrell, for your concern." Alice smiled instead.
Count Elliot said to the wizards, "Begin yourselves. β
"Waitβ" Alice interrupted, "Do you hear a man talking?" β
Everyone was stunned. Aside from Archduke Quirrell and Count Eliot, where are the other men talking?
"There was a man talking, his voice low and gentle." Alice said, "The voice came from the Necromantic Flower. β
Count Elliot hesitated: "Holy Emissary, although the Necromantic Flower is a god and demon plant, it does not 'speak'. β
Alice's expression was calm, but her tone was a little puzzled: "You -- you really didn't hear a man talking?" β
Seeing that everyone did not react, Alice said, "He called my name, saying that he was coming for me - I want to go to the Necromantic Flower to have a look." β
Alice's words made everyone feel weird. The faces of the Bronze Walker and the White Banker were horrified and surprised, the two Gold Walkers and the wizards were still calm, and the three of Archduke Quirrell, Marquis Mary, and Count Elliot exchanged glances with each other.
"I accompany the Holy Messenger." Quirrell is just sexual.
Alice smiled: "No need, the man said, as long as I go alone." β
Grand Duke Quirrell was stunned: "The Holy Messenger of the Light Source, could it be that there is something different from the Heavenly Race?" Thinking of this, he said, "Then we will wait here for the Holy Messenger." β