The thorn insects in the fat pupal stage are already three times the size of other elf insects, and their originally shiny skin is gradually dimming, as if they are old.

It is also true that the pupa stage of fat pupal means evolution as well as death.

In just a month or two, if it can't break through its own shackles and evolve into an elf, it will consume its remaining life force and turn to ashes.

"It has already felt the pheromones of the new variety of thorns!"

Liszt picked up the thorn worm in the jade box, and his heart was connected, and he could deeply understand the emotion of the thorn worm at the moment.

It was a complex emotion full of excitement, apprehension, fear, and courage, and ordinary elven worms would never have so many emotions, and it could only grow when it evolved.

The new variety of thorns is just a thorn with a mutated color of branches and leaves, which is actually not much different from ordinary thorns.

Anyway.

When the thorn insect landed on the thorny branches, the already slow movement suddenly rose up quickly and climbed quickly along the thorny branches.

It has no legs, only tiny, fleshy protrusions, but no matter how you climb on the trunk, it won't fall off.

This magical creature can crawl in the air in defiance of the rules of physics. In particular, if it wants to climb from one thorn to another, without landing on the ground, it can easily cross the gap between the two thorns and collect the pheromones of the next thorn.

Marcus, who had arranged for the knight to stand guard and patrol the circle, had already rushed over.

He looked at the appearance of the thorn worm and was equally worried: "My lord, the thorn worm...... Can it be successful?"

"Absolutely!"

The corners of Liszt's mouth suddenly showed a beautiful arc, and his smile was as bright as the sun in March: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Marcus, the thorn worm has succeeded...... I feel the agitation in it, it's a whole new power is being born, it's evolving!"

In fact, it's not felt.

The reason why he was so sure was because the smoke mission was floating in front of him.

"Complete the quest and reward a thorn elf. ”

Because of Marcus's interruption, the smoke snake quickly dissipated, as if nothing had appeared in front of him.

Sometimes Liszt would feel that there was no smoke at all, and the reason why others couldn't see it was just a projection of "fate" in his mind - otherwise, the smoke dragon must have been to Earth, otherwise how could it be displayed in the form of a mission, and the content was also in Liszt's familiar style.

Just like an invisible dragon cannot be seen, only those who are "upright and courageous" can see it.

The smoke form of the Smoke Dragon, like the Invisible Dragon, is a special existence that is beyond magic. The other fairy dragons, emerald dragons, and dusk dragons probably all exist in some special form.

It's also easy to explain why the Sacred Dragons are just legends – people don't get to see them for what they really are.

Even ordinary three-line dragons, and elves.

It is also a special being in itself.

At this time, the thorn insect's skin turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, the luster completely dissipated, and 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 indescribable joy and joy.

Casting the Eye of Magic, Liszt could see that the chaotic magic in its body was constantly generating bubbles like boiling water. Then the bubble bursts, some kind of invisible change, and a result arises. It seems to be blown up by the boiling magic bubbles, and the size of the thorn insect is still getting bigger.

The larger its body becomes, the more decayed and aged it becomes.

The more excited the emotions are.

Stimulated so much that Liszt was also in a mood, eager to sing a song.

Marcus, who was next to him, didn't feel this kind of excitement, but he saw the thorn insect blow up like a balloon, his eyes were bright, his fists were clenched tightly, and he sweated for the evolution of the thorn insect.

It seems like a long time.

But the wind only a few times blew Liszt's forehead, pale blonde curly hair, and the thorn worm had already swelled into a large gray worm with the thickness of a calf.

The setting sun stained the fiery clouds in the sky.

In the distance, there was a trembling howl, followed by a dog prison in which the native woman responded with a howl.

The castle is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if gilded with a golden glow, and the windows and rock walls are indistinguishable, except for the outline of a spire roof.

The silence of dusk is exceptionally clear at this moment.

Liszt continued to have a magical eye, staring closely at the thorn worm, he had witnessed the birth of the elves of the tulip castle. But that memory is a long time ago, and when I was still a teenager, it was not profound. Now, the clear process of the evolution of the elf insect into the elf is presented in his field of vision.

Suddenly, Liszt gently spit out two words: "Here it is." ”

That moment.

Just hear the sound of tearing the paper - hiss.

The gray skin of the thorn insect cracked, and then a small pink and white hand stretched out from under the skin of the thorn insect, and then, a palm-sized white elf directly broke through the skin of the thorn insect and jumped out. In the blink of an eye, the white elf spread its translucent wings and flew into the air.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Crisp as the shouts of a three-year-old child, rippling in the air, circling around Liszt, flying not fast, but with a beautiful posture and agile movements, he turned countless heels.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

That cheerful emotion, even if you don't have telepathy, just listen to its shouts.

Liszt's eyes were firmly locked on the figure of the thorn elf, and a warm smile spread across the corners of his mouth, he finally had a little elf that was contracted with him, connected by blood and heart.

Didn't disturb the catharsis of the thorn elves.

He felt the joy of the little one's successful evolution.

Moving his gaze to the ground, the skin of the thorn insect that has been shed, squatting down, touching it lightly with his hand, the molting skin quickly turns into dust, and dissipates with the breeze, leaving no trace.

He didn't see clearly how the elf worm evolved into an elf under this skin. It's just that the magic is boiling, and then it transforms into an elf, which is so crude and simple, and it doesn't make sense at all.

When he came back to his senses.

The thorn elf had already finished venting his emotions and landed on his shoulder, pulling his hair with one hand, stabilizing his body, and a pair of big eyes with curiosity about the world, looking at Liszt who turned his head. Its eyes are large, different from human eyes, black and bright, as if they have contact lenses.

"Wow. ”

"Come here. ”

Liszt stretched out his hand, and the thorn elf suddenly crawled onto his hand, clutching a finger.

If you look closely, you can see that on the top of its head, there is a small thorn on the top of its head, which is an ordinary thorn, which means that it is a little elf bred from ordinary thorns.

The little hands are fat, and the feet are fat.

It's exquisite.

It's as if you can pinch out the water.

The crotch is bare, and there is no gender distinction.

"Mr. Marcus, my thorn elf, how. Liszt smirked.

Marcus was amazed: "Beautiful!"

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