The setting sun put an orange-red robe on Nightingale Prairie, Aguero escorted Archduke Grylls back to the High Garden, and Frank, the Lord of Parma City, also disappeared into the horizon.
Boom gently shook the sleeping Rikka, and the two finally returned to the alley after repeated confirmations. After many days, Boom and Rikka finally ended their outing.
Rikka was about to say hello to the dark elf opposite, but was pulled back by Boom. Boom was very sleepy now and had no energy to chat with others.
The courtyard door closed slowly, and the fire burned the room. Boom and Rikka were leaning on the bed, eating snacks and chatting.
But at this time, the small courtyard opposite the door looked extremely strange. The dark elf girl Christine was seen standing under the tree, slowly reciting a spell.
Shadowing is a spell that only dark elves can master, but very few people practice it. The reason is very simple, it has no attack or defense effects, and it is simply worthless.
Use magic to change the shape of the shadow to hide the object. If you are proficient enough, you can even hide the target object for two months.
But the shortcomings are also very obvious. One is that the object cannot be a living creature, and the other is that the object cannot be moved midway. Under such harsh conditions, people would rather dig a hole than consume magic power to cast shadow.
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But Christine is a weirdo, because not only has she learned this spell since she was a child, but after years of repeated use, she is now very proficient.
The fluctuation of magic power caused the air in the corner to distort. A moment later, a strange object appeared out of thin air. The huge wooden box slowly opened, and the magic barrier appeared instantly.
As a two-hundred-year-old dark elf mage, Christine has enough confidence that she will surely reach the top in the future.
As the liaison between the Whispering Forest and the Principality of Cisse, Christine has always suppressed her magic power and huddled in this alley.
As the boss behind the scenes who supplies poisons to the nobility and royal family, Christine spends most of her time with poisons besides practicing.
As a dark elf who has already integrated into the human world, Christine has learned to get along with Boom and Rikka, and learned to hide some of her little secrets.
The wooden box was completely disintegrated, and what was inside was not any rare treasures, nor magic crystals nor magic weapons. A huge crib more than two meters long suddenly appeared, and the whole thing was made entirely of rocks.<
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The giant rock cradle is a strange item that is very rare even among the dark elves. "Rare" does not refer to its own value, but to the fact that only a few people can use it skillfully.
Speaking of "poison", a deadly and dangerous substance, the first thing that comes to most people's minds is not a troll witch doctor or some wild beast.
Whispering forest, dark elves. An ancient race as famous as pure-blood elves, a race that everyone is afraid of. They are born with poison, and it is said that they have eaten countless deadly berries since they were young.
It is no exaggeration to say that in today's world, all poison ingredients have the shadow of the dark elves. Therefore, the Whispering Forest also has another name, "The Realm of Poison".
But even so, very few people know the poison-making methods of the dark elves, let alone those poisonous insect breeding techniques that will make people lose their minds just by mentioning their names.
Christine's giant rock cradle is a kind of hatching tank for breeding poisonous insects. Although its material is just ordinary rocks, the adhesive is made of dragon crystal powder.
Moreover, this giant rock cradle needs to sacrifice hundreds of pure-blood elves to achieve the so-called "gathering of resentful spirits" effect.
Therefore, the number of them in existence can be counted with two hands. What Christine holds in her hands is a gift from the queen after she advanced to become a magister.
The setting sun completely disappeared on the horizon, and the gray-black sky was blocked by countless clouds. The fluorescence of the magic defense shield was silent, and the hissing sound became clearer.
Christine stood next to the giant rock cradle, blood dripping rapidly from her fingertips, and the poisonous insects who were still sick suddenly became energetic.
They kept swarming to the ground, scrambling to crawl all over Christine's body. The plump female worm raised her head extremely spiritually, and her twelve small eyes stared at its owner at the same time. "I haven't seen you for three months. Your number of cubs has increased a lot, but this is still far from reaching your evolutionary bottom line." After some exploration, Christine said with a somewhat disappointed tone. p>
"Gujiji, Gujiji..." The female worm shook her body as if she could understand the Elvish language.
"Don't worry, I brought you out of the Whispering Forest, so you will naturally follow me back." Christine waved her hand and ordered the larvae to return to the giant rock cradle, and then took out her storage bag.
The rustling sound was endless, and Christine smiled slightly when she saw this, and took out more than twenty high-grade magic crystals from the storage bag. After chewing for a while, the giant rock cradle finally returned to calmness again.
However, during the whole process, the female insect remained motionless, as if she didn't bother competing with the cubs for food, and seemed to be waiting for her own share.
Christine smiled bitterly and shook her head, thinking that this little guy was getting smarter and smarter. If it had been a few decades ago, I would have whipped those cubs to death with one tail.
Several corpses were dragged out of the room by Christine. These people were all high-level professionals, and there was even a half-dragon warrior among them.
After seeing these corpses, the female insect actually let out a cry like a baby. And along with this cry, countless holes appeared on the surface of its body instantly.
The surrounding cubs got into the holes one after another. After the skin closed again, the mother worm slowly stood upright and twisted wildly.
Seeing this, Christine no longer hesitated. She struggled to drag the corpses into the giant rock cradle, and then retreated three meters away.
This female insect is not her contracted beast, and "protecting food" is the nature of most creatures. Therefore, she will never come close to the other party before the meal is over.
The female worm sniffed the corpses like a dog. After confirming, dark green mucus slowly oozed out from the surface of its body.
The mucus accumulated more and more, eventually filling the giant rock cradle. As for the corpses, they had long been corroded into thick water.
The barbed mouthparts plunged into the liquid, and with a gurgling sound, all the liquid was sucked up.
The holes in the skin opened and closed again, and the cubs were once again entrenched in the giant rock cradle. The mother curled up contentedly, motionless as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.
Christine drove the magic power, and the wooden boards tightly wrapped it, and under the influence of the shadow technique, the giant rock cradle slowly disappeared.
After doing all this, Christine slumped down in the rocking chair with some exhaustion. She looked up at the sky, but could not see a single star.
A bottle of chewing wine appeared in her arms, and Christine's eyes became softer and duller. She thought of her lover on the other side of the world, who was the only bond in her life.<