Archhumia waved her hands in the air, struggling to grab the hind limbs of the puppy that had fallen before her. She said that the puppy was pulled back into her arms and hugged it hard.

Then, she closed her eyes in horror.

A subtle feeling of weightlessness flowed through her body, and her hair fluttered upwards, striking her face again and again, which made her panic and panic.

The puppy she held in her arms was obviously much calmer than her, and he obediently lay in Alshumia's arms, neither noisy nor noisy.

I don't know how long it fell, but suddenly there was a hard feeling under my feet, the light shone in through my eyelids, the breeze blew, and the silver-white moonlight scattered all over the ground, shining a cold light on the grass.

In front of Arshumia was a forest silent in the moonlight, and at this moment Arshumia was standing on the lawn in the center of the forest with her puppy in her arms, and in front of Arshumia, a tall silver cross stood in the wind.

The cross was very old, mottled red rust obscured its original delicate carvings, and it was covered with dust and a gray patch. The only decoration that is still visible is the vine that is entwined around the main body, but the vine is dead, and the dry and thin vine not only does not serve the purpose of embellishment, but makes the cross look even more dilapidated.

Is this the scene changing again? But how could this scene be so ...... So what? What kind of adjective did she just use in her head?

Achumia looked around in confusion, her heart throbbed for no reason, and she was about to leave, but she saw that the vines on the cross instantly returned to green, and snow-white flower bones emerged from the vines, blooming beautiful flowers.

Troti is a dark flower that has its own consciousness and is able to grow or disguise with its own consciousness. According to legend, the source of the Troti flower was a young girl named Troti, who unfortunately ran out of magic in an accident and could no longer use magic. As a result, she became resentful and withdrawn, and eventually died depressed, and after her death, she became a flower that devoured people's magic.

This Troti flower is not a "native" of the Boundarywoods, but was later brought into the Frontiers by someone along with the crosses as an ornament for the cross. Unlike the other plants of the Boundary, it does not obey the orders of the Lord of the Forest, nor is it loyal to the consciousness of the Boundary.

At this moment, Trotihua, who has been sealed for many years, but has woken up because of Pei's coma and the collapse of the Boundary Forest, has already regarded the girl in front of her as the source of magic and the first target of attack.

With a frightened look on her face, she turned and ran backwards, when suddenly, something grabbed her arm, and the pull was so strong that she couldn't take a single step.

It is a Troti flower. After one vine grabbed Achumia's arm, other vines grew from the cross and attacked Ashumia. Soon, Archiumia's other hand was also pulled, and the puppy had no support and fell from Ashumia's arms.

The puppy rolled on the ground, and the soft fur was stained with a little bit of fine weeds, and it didn't care about the pain all over its body, and quickly turned to look at Archimia, who was entangled in vines.

When the puppy turned, Achumia was tightly tied to the cross.

In an instant, the delicate vines sprouted sharp barbs that pierced Archemia's skin, condensing one scarlet bead after another.

The smell of blood seemed to stimulate the Troti flower, and its flowers began to bloom for the second time, and the small petals swelled instantly, and the rounded corners turned into prominent edges.

This is the state of preparation before the Troti flower eats, and it is about to start feasting on its prey.