The fat pupa stage of the thorns sprite sprite was already three times the size of other sprite worms. Its originally glossy skin gradually dimmed, as if it had aged.
This was indeed the case. The fat pupa stage meant evolution, but it also meant death.
In a short one or two months, if it couldn't break through its own shackles and evolve into a sprite, it would exhaust its remaining life force and turn into ashes.
"It has sensed the pheromone of the new species of thorns!"
Liszt held up the thorn worm in the jade box. Their minds were connected, so he could deeply feel the thorn worm's emotions at the moment.
It was a complex emotion full of excitement, apprehension, fear, and courage. Ordinary sprite worms would never have so many emotions. Only by evolving could they grow.
The new species of thorns was just a thorns with a change in the color of its leaves. It was not much different from ordinary thorns.
No matter what.
When the thorns worm landed on the branches of the thorns, its already slow movement suddenly sped up, climbing along the branches of the thorns.
It had no legs, only tiny fleshy protrusions, but no matter how it climbed up the tree trunk, it would not fall off.
This kind of magical creature could ignore the laws of physics and crawl in the air. In particular, if it wanted to climb from one bramble to another, it didn't need to land on the ground. It could just wriggle in the air and easily cross the gap between two brambles to collect the pheromones of the next bramble.
Markus, who had arranged for the squire Knight to stand guard and patrol the area, hurried over.
He looked at the thorns worm and was equally perturbed. "My Lord, can the thorns worm … succeed?"
"Of course!"
Liszt's mouth suddenly showed a beautiful arc, and his smile was as bright as the sun in March. "Don't be nervous, Mr. Markus. The thorns worm has succeeded … I can feel the restlessness in its body. It's a new power, it's evolving!"
In fact, he could not feel it at all.
The reason why he was so sure was because of the smoke mission that appeared in front of him.
"Quest completed. Reward: 1 Thorn Sprite."
Because of Markus's interruption, the smoke Serpentines quickly dissipated, as if nothing had ever appeared.
Sometimes, Liszt felt that there was no smoke at all. The reason why others could not see it was because of the projection of "fate" in his mind. Otherwise, the smoke dragon must have been to Earth. Otherwise, why would it appear in the form of a mission, and the content was also familiar to Liszt.
Just like how the invisible dragon couldn't be seen, only 'upright and courageous' people could see it.
The smoke form of the Smoke Dragon was probably the same as that of the invisible dragon, a special existence that transcended magic power. The other Fairy Dragons, Emerald Dragons, and Yellowish Dragons probably all existed in some special form.
This also explained why the Holy Dragon was only a legend — people could not see what they really looked like.
Even ordinary tri-elemental dragons and elves.
It was also a special existence.
At this time, the thorns worm's skin turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its luster completely dissipated. The originally tight skin was also covered with wrinkles, as if it had reached the end of its life.
However, its emotions were extremely excited, and it had an indescribable joy and happiness.
Using Magic Eyes, Liszt could see that the chaos magic in its body was constantly producing bubbles like boiling water. Then the bubbles burst, and some kind of invisible change was born. It seemed to be blown up by the boiling magic bubbles, and the thorns worm's body was still growing.
The bigger its body was, the more decayed and old it looked.
The more excited it was, the more agitated it became.
Liszt was also excited, and he wanted to sing a song.
Markus, who was next to him, could not feel this excitement, but he saw the thorns worm grow like a balloon. His eyes were bright, his fists were clenched tightly, and he was sweating for the evolution of the thorns worm.
Time seemed to go on forever.
But the wind only blew a few times on Liszt's forehead and his pale blonde hair, and the thorns worm had swelled into a big gray worm as thick as a calf.
The setting sun dyed the burning clouds on the horizon red.
In the distance, Dosen's bark was heard, followed by Stupidwoman in the dog prison, who responded with a bark.
The castle was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if plated with a layer of golden brilliance. It was impossible to distinguish the windows from the rock walls, only the outline of a steeple roof.
The silence of the dusk was particularly clear at this moment.
Liszt continued to use Magic Eyes and stared at the thorns worm. He had witnessed the birth of the sprite in Tulip Castle. But that memory was a long time ago, and he was still a teenager, so it was not deep. Now, the clear process of the sprite worm evolving into a sprite appeared in his vision.
Suddenly, Liszt gently spat out two words: "It's coming."
At that moment.
Only the sound of tearing paper could be heard.
The gray skin of the thorns sprite worm split open, and then a small pink and white hand stretched out from under the skin of the thorns sprite worm. Then, a palm-sized white elf directly burst out of the skin of the thorns sprite worm and jumped out. In the blink of an eye, the white sprite spread its translucent wings and flew into the air.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
The clear cry of a three-year-old child rippled in the air, circling around Liszt. The speed of its flight was not fast, but its posture was graceful and agile, and it somersaulted countless times.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
That kind of cheerful mood, even without telepathy, can be felt just by listening to its cry.
Liszt's eyes were firmly locked on the figure of the thorn sprite, and a warm smile filled the corners of his mouth. He finally had a contract with himself, a sprite that was connected by blood and mind.
He did not disturb the thorn sprite's catharsis.
He felt the joy of the little fellow's successful evolution.
Liszt moved his eyes to the ground, squatted down, and gently touched the skin with his hand. The shed skin quickly turned into dust and dissipated with the breeze, leaving no trace.
He didn't see clearly how the sprite worm evolved into a sprite under this skin. It was just magic boiling, and then it transformed into a sprite. It was so crude and simple, unreasonable.
When he came back to his senses.
The thorn sprite had vented its emotions and landed on his shoulder, pulling his hair with one hand to stabilize its body. A pair of big eyes, with curiosity about the world, looked at Liszt, who turned his head. Its eyes were big, different from human eyes, black and bright, as if it was wearing contact lenses.
"Wow."
"Come here."
Liszt stretched out his hand, and the thorn sprite immediately climbed onto his hand, holding a finger.
Looking carefully, one could see that on its head, there was a very small thorn growing on its round head. It was an ordinary thorn, which meant that it was a little sprite born from ordinary thorns.
The little hands are fat, and the little feet are fat.
Very delicate.
As if water could be squeezed out.
His crotch was bare, and there was no distinction between genders.
"Teacher Markus, how about my thorn sprite?" Liszt smiled proudly.
Markus sincerely praised: "Beautiful!"
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