Chapter 252 The Girl Buried Under the Sea of ​​Flowers

Taking a breath, Roland Hill slowly fell from the air. Looking at the corpses of the bees scattered on the ground, she thought for a while, and then rolled up the foehn to burn the poisoned bees to avoid polluting the environment. Let other creatures stray here also infected with the poison.

These bees are not going to go extinct. Nearly half of them are still around those hives. If they weren't too aggressive, Roland Hill would not want to fight against this group of bees.

It would be nice if it could be domesticated so that honey could be brewed.

With some thoughts in his mind, Loren Hill returned to this sea of ​​flowers. While those bees won't interfere for a while, let's ripen a batch first.

She fell back into the icy blue flower sea and took out a slender flute. The flute made of maple wood is reddish-brown in appearance and has light lines.

The long bagpipes sounded in the wilderness, and the music was light, like butterflies dancing through the flowers.

In the autumn forest, the wind blows through the layers of trees, and the colorful leaves rustle. In the open field in the forest, flowers dance in the wind, and the light spots of mana and magic move with the music, quietly fluttering.

The deposited emerald green light spots fell, and the Gladiolus began to grow back. New buds came out to replace the original withered branches and leaves. The light blue flowers bloomed like rain, and the petals bloomed tremblingly in the air. Exudes a refreshing fragrance.

Then the finely crushed small seeds also slowly condensed next to the flowers, wrapped in special frozen moon magic small fruits, with a thin layer of hoarfrost on the surface.

A pair of hands as bright as white jade held these small fruits, and then picked them off. The small dark blue round grains rolled into the palms, and a cold feeling came from the hands.

The girl knelt down in the sea of ​​flowers, her eyes were slightly closed, and she felt the quiet flow of magic power.

Beneath the tranquil and beautiful sea of ​​flowers, a sleeping consciousness slowly entered her perception.

After a long time, the girl slowly opened her eyes, and the emerald-like brilliance in her pupils slowly faded away. Only then did she understand why the red maple tree would say that the existence in the north was icy and seemed very painful.

This piece of ice calendula is not naturally generated, but specially planted by people in the past, and there is a dead life buried under this sea of ​​flowers. In order to continue to grow, it will not be eaten up by the bees.

The breeze gradually rolled up the girl's white dress, and she slowly rose into the air, sitting on the air cushion condensed in the air, overlooking this beautiful sea of ​​flowers. Then stretch out slender fingers.

As the palm suddenly pressed down, the earth under the sea of ​​flowers was torn apart, and then the clods began to be lifted up by the airflow and flew into the air.

The layers of soil seemed to lose gravity, gradually floating, and then moving to the surrounding area, and the potholes below became bigger and bigger.

When Loren Hill loosened and rolled up the soil nearly 20 meters deep with the wind, a transparent blue finally appeared in his eyes.

The covered soil gradually uncovered and floated, and that blue full picture finally appeared in the girl's eyes.

The icy blue and transparent crystal coffin has beautiful and delicate cut surfaces at the corners, and in it lies a young girl who is all over the world.

The crown woven with golden silk threads is worn between the ice blue hair, the ears behind the hair have pointed ears, the girl's face is beautiful, a necklace with a blue crystal pendant falls between the collarbone, and then the bottom is full With fair breasts, she was wearing a long aqua blue dress, which was exquisite and gorgeous. The skirt had small pendants in the shape of water droplets made of various colored gemstones.

Is she dead?

Loren Hill slowly fell from the sky, stood in front of the coffin, and observed it carefully.

The coffin made of crystal was tightly seamed, almost seamless, with no gaps in sight. The girl in the coffin was lying on a white soft blanket, with two blooming icebergs by her hand. Even after the long years, these flowers have not withered.

Putting his hand on the coffin, Roland Hill closed his eyes again to feel the situation.

At this time, the phantom of another girl slowly emerged from the coffin. She easily passed through the barrier of the crystal and looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her with a curious expression.

Then she stretched out her illusory fingers to touch the girl in the white dress, and with the coldness on her forehead, Loren Hill opened her eyes.

The two girls looked at each other silently.

Is this the soul of the dead?

Surprisingly, Roland Hill was not afraid, even though the ghost seemed to be very powerful.

The phantom of the ice-blue girl revolved around Roland Hill several times before slowly stopping.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The undead soul of this ice blue girl seemed to have forgotten a lot of things. Although the undead could not speak, it still conveyed the doubts and information in her heart, and this was clearly perceived by Roland Hill, just as she faced back then. Trinasa's phantom.

"My name is Roland Hill, and I just found your coffin under this land."

"Coffin?" The ice-blue girl was a little puzzled, then turned around and looked at the sleeping body behind her, then was startled and hid behind Roland Hill.

"Am I dead?" She didn't seem to react.

"Well, I'm dead~" Loren Hill nodded.

"Uuuu..." Miss Ghost seemed to have a little difficulty accepting this fact, lying on Roland Hill's shoulder, looking at herself lying in the coffin, which made Roland Hill feel a cold feeling in her neck.

"Okay, don't cry anymore, I can actually feel that you're not sad, right?" Luo

Ranhill shook his head, grabbed the ghostly lady behind him, and put her in front of him again.

After Miss Ghost was broken, she seemed a little embarrassed.

"However, it should be very sad to die." She didn't actually remember the past, but simply imitated the emotions in her cognition.

"Why don't you remember your past, but remember that dying is a very sad thing." Roland Hill tilted his head slightly curiously, looking at the ghost lady who was slightly taller than himself.

"This, I don't know either, isn't this normal?" Miss Ghost also looked at Loren Hill suspiciously.

Very abnormal, Roland Hill thought, although this is the first time she has seen a ghost, but according to Trinasa's description, if the dead souls can emerge in the world, it is because of the assistance of magic. Second, it is because of a strong obsession.

Therefore, most of these dead souls have no common sense, and only remember the most impressive things before death, often with unfulfilled wishes.

But it is a pity that most of these wishes are not good, almost all of them are hatred, revenge, greed, unwillingness and so on. Because these emotions are the easiest to incite. Sometimes some necromancers will deliberately torture the life before death in order to create ghosts, and then turn their dead souls into ghosts for their own use.

It is also because most of the dead souls and corpses present the dark side of the world and society, which also makes it easy for the superhumans of the necromantic sequence to take a skewed and extreme path, so they had a bad reputation and were suppressed by the high-level on the mainland.

In addition, due to the gradual changes in the objective environment, the necromantic sequence was gradually weakened, and eventually the Mercury Dynasty could no longer support the huge territory and resolve the increasingly fierce internal disputes, and finally disintegrated.