Chapter 457 Bloom and Rebirth

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Maca walked with a group of elves in the area made up of countless vines, always paying attention to the surrounding situation. Most of the vines with spikes were about to move, but under the threat of the flame in front of Maca, they had to choose to avoid it.

While constantly moving towards the target in the induction, Maca vaguely heard an almost inaudible sound. It was as if a heart was beating, beating like regular drumbeats.

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

Not long after walking, Maca's footsteps stopped suddenly, and then accelerated a little bit again. Just now, he felt that the flow of magic power in the air suddenly slowed down, and it seemed that it was about to stop.

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

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

Right in the center of this area full of vines, there is a hemispherical space.

This place is not big, about ten paces in diameter, as if there is a large transparent bowl buckled here, and the vines did not continue to spread into it.

And in the middle of this small open space, a half-person-high flower bud broke out of the ground, and it just took root there quietly and remained motionless.

In this green bud, Maca can clearly feel the abundant magic power contained in it. And the heartbeat that he "heard" before was very clear here.

Maca was sure he had never heard of this plant. Neither in modern magic books nor in some related ancient documents, there is no record at all.

Of course, there are still some similar ones. For example, in ancient times, there seemed to be a magical plant called "the flower of the world", which usually used the whipping of vines and shooting of spikes to eliminate enemies. But the reason why it is called the "flower of the world" is because of its incredible size, which is obviously beyond the reach of this little flower bud in front of it.

"So small?" Maca frowned slightly.

In his mind, the continuous heartbeat was still going on, and it would make people feel a little irritated after listening to it for a long time. Maca put aside this slight sense of boredom, staring at the bud and carefully sizing it up.

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

While talking, Old Lak wanted to reach out to release the magic, but was stopped by Maca beside him.

"Wait first." Maca stretched out his arms to block the old Lark, but his eyes were fixed on the flower buds for a moment, "There is movement... Did you hear it?"

"……what?"

Old Lark heard the words and listened for a while, but found nothing.

Seeing that he didn't seem to hear it, Maca looked at the other elves again, only to realize that only she could hear it. Yes, from the moment when old Lak raised his hand to destroy the bud, he heard an unusually weak voice.

The voice seemed very vague, mixed with the non-stop heartbeat, it seemed even more faintly visible.

But Maca believed that he heard correctly.

After he thought for a while, he let go of the Occlumency technique a little bit, and then the voice became much clearer. Although it was still intermittent, at least the obstacle that hindered the transmission of the idea was temporarily eliminated.

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

A childlike voice, as if it sounded in his ears, was clear and sweet.

Maca was very sure that he had never heard that language, let alone understood it. That language was very different from any he knew,

Some syllables are not even uttered by humans.

But somehow, he just understood the general meaning.

When that voice sounded from his mind, a faint plea 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 Legilimency.

Legilimency can only read the appearance of thoughts and memories. If the object read by a wizard is a foreigner who does not understand the language, then the wizard will definitely fall into the dilemma of not being able to understand the other party's language while reviewing the other party's memory. .

And the owner of the voice Maca heard could not only achieve the effect similar to the reverse application of Legilimency, but even reach the level of the mind while conveying the will.

Maca vaguely remembered that only Newt Scamander's rare talent for communicating with magical creatures could barely reach this level.

To be honest, he was very curious about this kind of magic, because it was undoubtedly very practical.

"Can you hear me?"

Maca thought of this sentence repeatedly in his mind, but the other party didn't respond. If it's not that the other party doesn't want to pay attention to it, then it's likely that he can't hear his heartfelt voice.

At this moment, the flower bud suddenly swelled, and after the heartbeat speeded up abruptly, the green skin of the flower bud silently turned outward.

Layer after layer, the petals of the calyx quickly became a base supporting the flower bud, and the slightly curled pink petals stretched out one after another, as if they were about to open at this moment, without any hesitation.

Old Lak and the other elves suddenly became nervous, but under Maca's stop, they finally managed to hold back and did not make a move.

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

"……What the hell?"

Fortunately... no, maybe it should be very unfortunate.

Because, the first thing Maca saw was a smooth back——on that pink and tender newborn-like back, four translucent thin wings with some moisture were slowly relaxing as they came into contact with the air. Open up.

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

If it doesn't matter whether it's the same size or not, it looks like a fairy in the mountains—that's right, it's the kind of magical animal that Maca took a lot of wings to make the fairy potion.

But as far as Maca knows, fairies are magical creatures that lay eggs. If you have to compare, they are actually closer to insects in the Muggle world than to some plants.

This kind of "extra-large" fairy conceived from a flower bud is obviously unheard of.

"Ferry!" Old Lak took a step back in surprise, and then quickly crawled on the ground, "Ferry! Phoebe who loves to dance! A friend of Ancestor Lal!"

Under Old Lark's reminder, the other elves crawled down together, not even daring to lift their heads.

However, Maca just glanced at them, and then continued to look at the enlarged version of the strange fairy.

Looking at it this way, it is indeed very similar to the statue in the shrine. He had heard the story told by old Lak at that time, but no matter how he thought about it now, this would not be the ancestor of the little fairies.

From the time he came into contact with magic and became a wizard, until now, he has never found anything that cannot be explained. Magic has magical principles, and magical creatures also have their own way of reproduction, and everything is acting in accordance with certain rules and order.

To say that this "big fairy" has a bloodline relationship with the "little fairies" he has come into contact with, he would not believe it even if he was killed.

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

Seeing that voice resounding in his head again, it was slender and immature, pure and innocent like a little human girl. It's just that the wisdom contained in it doesn't seem to have just been conceived at all.

"It's okay..." Maca looked at her and said, "Can you understand what I'm talking about?"

"Human beings, your words don't seem to convey what I know...but I can feel that you have no malice."

"Uh... oh."

Maca can be regarded as experiencing the feelings of those elves when they first faced him. After all, he could understand the meaning of the other party, but the other party obviously couldn't understand his own language.

But the other party did not allow him to think of a way to solve this rather embarrassing matter.

"Humans, the blood from my ancestors tells me that I am probably the last flower seed in this world." The delicate voice lingered in Maca's head, making him feel itchy all over, "Although I can't Understood your words, but try to tell me, has the sin of jealousy fallen silent again?"

"sin?"

Maca was taken aback when he heard the words. He didn't know if the "crime" conveyed to him by the other party was the kind of crime he understood. But he had heard this concept several times, one after another, and it made him a little sensitive.

The enlarged version of Fairy couldn't understand Maca's words, but she seemed to feel Maca's doubts. It's just that this matter may be so important to her that she flew out of the flower heart.

The white slender feet stepped on the ground and were covered with a little dust, but she didn't care. And when she stood in front of Maca, Maca realized that although this humanoid creature that resembled a large fairy was slim and well-proportioned, its height was about half of her own.

Not to mention Maka looked at her while pondering what she just said. But seeing her lightly waved her arm, one of the surrounding rattan barriers suddenly protruded, and a certain pattern was drawn on the ground in front of her.

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

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