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Maca and a group of elves walk in an area of ​​numerous vines, keeping an eye on the surroundings. The spiky vines were almost ready to move, but under the deterrence of the fire in front of Maca, they had to choose to avoid.

While constantly moving towards the target in the induction, Maca faintly heard an almost inaudible sound. It seems as if a heart is beating like a regular drum beat.

After listening to Maca several times, she realized that the heartbeat didn't seem to be real. He couldn't find the source of the sound, as if the sound came from all the vines around him, as if from his own mind.

It didn't take long before Maca's footsteps were like a meal, and then he accelerated a little bit again. Just now, he felt that the speed of magic flow in the air had suddenly decreased, and he would tend to stop watching.

There is only one reason for this to happen-the body of the thing no longer continues to absorb the magic that is freed up in the air.

Maca immediately hurried a few steps, and when he found a hole in the middle of the vine in front of him, he knew that he had arrived.

Right in the middle of this vine-filled area, there is a hemispherical space.

This place is not big. Jomo is about a dozen steps in diameter. It looks like there is a transparent large bowl buckled here. The vines don't continue to spread inside.

In the middle of this small open space, a half-height flower bud emerged from the ground, and it was so quietly rooted there.

In this green flower bud, Maca can clearly feel the rich magic it contains. The heartbeat he had "heared" previously seemed very clear here.

Maca was pretty sure he had never heard of this plant. Neither in modern magic books nor in some related ancient literature, there is no trace of it.

Of course, there are similar ones. For example, in ancient times, there seemed to be a magic plant called the "flower of the world". Usually, the enemies were cleared with the help of vines and spikes. But the reason why it is called "the flower of the world" is because of its incredible volume, which is obviously beyond the reach of this small flower bud.

"So small?" Maca frowned slightly.

In his mind, the continuous heartbeat sound continued, listening to a long time will make people feel a little irritable. Maca set aside this tiny boredom and stared at the bud carefully.

"Destroy it, it should be fine ..."

Old Lak said as he tried to reach out to release the magic, but was stopped by Maca on the side.

"Wait first." Maca stretched out her arm and stood in front of Laura, but her eyes looked at the buds momentarily. "Is there anything ... heard?"

"……what?"

Old Lak heard the words and listened for a moment, but found nothing.

Seeing that he didn't seem to hear him, Maca looked at the other elves again, and realized that only she could hear them. Yes, from the moment Laoke raised his hand to destroy the bud, he heard an unusually weak voice.

The sound seemed very vague, and it was even more looming mixed with the heartbeat sound of a moment.

But Maka believed that he hadn't heard wrong.

When he thought for a while, he let go of the use of brain closure, and the voice became much clearer. Although there are still some intermittent, the obstacle that can at least hinder the transmission of the idea is temporarily removed.

"... no ... don't hurt me ... I didn't ... please ..."

A childish voice, as if it sounded in his ear, was crisp and sweet.

Maca was pretty sure that she hadn't heard that language, let alone understood it. That language was very different from any he knew, and some syllables were not even uttered by humans.

Somehow, he just knew what it meant.

When that voice sounded from his mind, a faint plea of ​​appeal was also conveyed to Maca's consciousness at the same time.

There is no doubt that this is a higher level of spiritual magic than demention.

Revelation can only read the appearance of thoughts and memories. If a shaman reads a foreigner who does not understand the language, then the shaman will surely fall into the dilemma of being unable to understand the other party's language while reviewing the other's memory. .

And the master of the voice heard by Maca, not only can achieve the effect similar to the reverse application of demagogicism, but even reaches the level of mind while conveying will.

Maca vaguely remembered that it was only the rare talent of Newt Scarmand who could communicate with magical creatures that barely reached that level.

To be honest, he is very curious about this magic, because it is undoubtedly very practical.

"Can you hear what I say?"

Maca thought this sentence in her mind repeatedly, but the other party didn't respond. If it wasn't for the other party to not bother, most of the time he wouldn't hear him.

At that moment, the bud suddenly swelled, and after the heartbeat suddenly “banged” to speed up the frequency, the green outer skin of the bud turned out silently.

Layer by layer, several petals of calyx soon became a base that held the flower bone, among which the slightly curled pink petals stretched out one after another, as if to be opened at this instant, without any hesitation.

Old Luck and other elves suddenly became nervous, but under the restraint of Maca, they finally reluctantly resisted and did not do anything.

When the last layer of petals lightly opened and rolled to the side, Maca's expression became a little weird.

"……WTF?"

Luckily ... no, maybe it should be unfortunate.

Because, the first thing Maca saw was a smooth spine. On the pink spine that was as newborn as a baby, the four tablets with some wet translucent thin wings were slowly relaxing as they came into contact with the air. Open up.

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the spine gently stood up among the blooming flowers, wrapped in a pink dress very similar to the surrounding petals.

If it doesn't matter whether the size is the same or not, this living thing is the appearance of a mountain fairy-yes, it is the magical animal whose wings are used by Marca to make the magic potion.

As far as Maca knows, the fairy is an egg-shaped magical creature. If you have to compare, they are actually closer to the insects of the Muggle world than to some kind of plant.

This "extra large" fairy born from a flower bud is clearly unheard of.

"Ferri!" Old Luck stepped back in surprise, then quickly slumped on the ground, "Ferri! Feri who loves to dance! Friends of ancestor Lal!"

At the reminder of Old Luck, the other elves also stunned together, and did not even dare to lift their heads.

However, Maca only glanced at them, and continued to look at the stranger fairy.

This look is indeed very similar to the statue in that shrine. He heard the story told by the old Lach at the time, but now what he thought, it would not be the ancestors of the little fairies.

From exposure to magic and becoming a wizard, until now, he has never found anything that cannot be explained. Magic has the principle of magic, magical creatures also have their own way of reproduction, everything follows certain rules and orders.

To say that this "big fairy" has a blood-line heritage relationship with those "little fairies" that he has contacted. This is what he did not believe.

"Human, thank you for stopping them and protecting me from harm ..."

Seeing that sound sounded again in his mind, slender and immature, as pure as a human girl. It's just that the wisdom contained in it is completely different. It has just emerged.

"It's okay ..." Marka looked at her. "Can you understand what I'm talking about?"

"Humans, your words don't seem to communicate with me ... but I can feel you are not malicious."

"Uh ... oh."

Maca can be regarded as the feeling of those elf who first faced him ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ After all, he can understand the meaning of the other party, but the other party obviously can't understand his language.

But the other party did not allow him to come up with a way to solve this rather embarrassing thing.

"Humans, the blood from their ancestors told me, I'm afraid I'm already the last flower in this world." The voice of Jiao Didi lingered around Maca's head, making him feel itchy, "Although I can't Understand your words, but please try to tell me, has the sin of jealousy fallen into silence again? "

"sin?"

When Maca heard the words for a moment, he didn't know whether the "sin" conveyed to him was the kind of evil he understood. But this concept has been heard several times in succession, making him somewhat sensitive.

The enlarged fairy did not understand Maca's words, but she also seemed to feel Maca's doubts. But this matter may be so important to her that she flew directly from the heart of the flower.

The white slender feet stepped on the ground and was covered with a little dust, but she didn't care. When she stood in front of Maca, Maca discovered that the humanoid creature, which resembled a large fairy, had a well-shaped body, but her height was about half her.

Without mentioning Maka, she thought about what she had just said. But when she saw her arm lightly waved, one of the barriers formed by rattan around it suddenly stretched out, drawing a certain pattern on the ground in front of her.

Soon, Maca's attention was attracted by the mark on the ground. As the pattern became more complete, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Not only did he know what the pattern represented, but he also caused him a lot of trouble! Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.