Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Humming a ditty, stepping on the soft grass, scribing fingers across the rough skin of the trees, the branch will loosen the moment it touches the gold.The direction she was traveling was not a straight line, but was drawn by the position of the plants, circling the tree trunks one after another, as if on a picnic.

When the fingertips rub against the stamen, the flower blooms unreservedly and irrationally, causing the lady to chuckle, and then closes into a bud in that laughter.A thick fog floated over, and the beautiful woman raised her head, her beautiful eyes were condensed with a depth far beyond her appearance.

Flying figures emerge from the thick fog. The Illusion Weavers have wings larger than their torso. They are adult-sized Lepidoptera insects. The fog that covers the entire dream forest is a kind of deadly poison that their wings spread. Phantom scale powder.The edges of the blue butterfly-shaped wings are fluffy, and the eye-shaped patterns flow and deform with each flapping of the wings.It is very beautiful when flying, and looks like a changing kaleidoscope from a distance.

The Illusion Weaver looks like some kind of friendly intelligent creature, not too far from a fairy-tale elf.But that's just a disguise. Inhaling the scattered scale powder will make the prey sink into the dream they weave. When the prey falls into a nightmare and their soul dies in the dream, they will stick out the "straw" for feeding, and take the dead soul out of the dream. Suck it out.

Arranging illusions, driving dense fog to engulf the entire dream forest, and causing enemies to die in their dreams, this was the original plan of the Illusion Weaver.But the intruders who came out of the forest had already alarmed the insect swarm.

The worm mother's limbs are slenderer than her clansmen, and her facial features occasionally show emotional expressions. Her mind is enlightened, and the spirituality she has learned from hunting elves has taught her a lot, such as talking and other pastimes.The stumbling elf language is like a child, and the calm demeanor shows the confidence of the swarm.

"Your smell...you are their leader, mistress..."

The appropriate title makes the woman smile, the girlishness fades from the smile, the noble milf flicks her blond hair, and the casual charm of showing off in the sun makes the worm mother feel a bit of female jealousy.Moving her long legs, the lady walked towards the swarm at a leisurely pace.

"Get rid of you, this farce will be over, right?" The elf lady didn't pay attention to the guardian of the worm mother at all. Her eyes were only on the angry worm mother. Make the swarm angry.They are waiting for the order of the worm mother to tear the enemy in front of them.

"Maybe you are strong, elf, but no one can easily step into the hive and leave calmly. You will pay the price for your arrogance." The worm mother screamed, leading the swarm to swoop, the sawtooth on her joints was enough to become a deadly beast. the murder weapon.

Falja raised his eyebrows, and his triumphant smile made the sun shine a little brighter. When he stepped on the ground lightly, the vines emerged from the soil, twisting and entwining towards the flying insects.The defiant defiant technique lowered the Illusionist, which was what Falja wanted, a druid, spokeswoman for the forest, where there were no plants in the sky.

"Naive." The worm mother moved her body and shuttled among the dancing vines. She was not small, but she didn't let any vines catch her body.Even if the surrounding net of plants is airtight, the insect mother can still get out at an incredible angle.The Illusion Weaver in flight cannot be captured.The light fluff on the wings can sense the changes in the airflow, and if there is a slight pressure, the wind will lead the insects to avoid it.The worm mother is the leader of the swarm. Her superb flying ability can help the swarm avoid storms calmly. …

The illusion weavers believed so firmly, until their joints were completely restrained by vines, they still couldn't accept what happened.They followed the direction of the wind and crashed into the woven net, like moths to a flame.Before they figured out the reason, the scene in front of them confused the illusion weaver even more.

Their worm mother was kneeling beside the elf queen, showing fanaticism while looking up at the elves.

"I did it, Mistress." Like a dog waiting for rewards and praise, the Illusionist's worm mother rubbed against Falja's instep affectionately.

Falja pinched the worm mother's tentacles, lifted her head, and with a smile on her face, under the panicked gaze of the illusion weavers, praised their worm mother.

"You did a good job, little bug." The brighter she smiled, the more fearful the illusion weavers felt inside. They couldn't see the elf in front of them clearly, and she looked harmless.The joints were squeezed and torn by the living plants, and the illusion weavers splattered with slurry roared unwillingly, facing the terrifying victor, that beautiful face was already equated with a demon in their hearts.

"What did you do to the worm mother...you tamed her?!"

Falja laughed. She bent down and hooked the insect mother's chin with her hand, as if admiring a flower.

"She entered my dream, and she became a part of me. This is not taming, but just controlling." Falga recalled that dream, remembering everything she experienced in the dream. The worm mother penetrated into her Dreamland tried to control her, but failed.In return, Falja controlled the worm mother and misled the illusion weaver to bury half of the whole clan.There are also bugs fighting on the front line, facing the elf army.In order to avoid more harm to the people and end the war as soon as possible, Falja chose the beheading tactic.

"You are... Dreamwalker..." This was the last sentence that Illusion Weaver uttered before he was completely buried in the ground. Falja was very grateful for this. She held the worm mother's cheek and murmured softly like a mother: "Little worm , and the frontline troops, let them come back, and find a reason, such as an attack on the worm nest. After the end, I will give you a merciful death."

"Obey, my mistress." The worm mother faithfully carried out her order.

"That's great, honey, you're lucky to be a bug mother."

There seemed to be spiritual flickering in the confusion of the worm mother. She opened her mouth and answered honestly: "The worm mother is not permanent. The tribe selected by the swarm consciousness based on efficiency will become the worm mother. After the worm mother dies, a new one will be born among the tribe. The worm mother. The swarm consciousness has already perceived the serious loss caused by my wrong order, my identity has been stripped, and a new worm mother has been born in the remaining swarm. Letting the pupa warrior return is the last thing I can issue Order."

"It's okay, it's okay, little bug, you've done enough." Falja held the bug mother's head and said obsessively. She hummed the song again, it was a soothing lullaby.The worm mother closed her eyes in the soft melody, and fell asleep forever in the humming of Falja.The sprouts broke out of the shell and grew on the kneeling worm mother, covering her with greenery. Only Falja and the plants would remember the original appearance of this potted plant.

Noisy voices came from the forest, Falja straightened his spine, and smiled at the new swarm, "I'm planning to make a flower arrangement called Alien Queen, and it seems that another material has come."

The pupation form of the illusion weaver is like a crescent moon with long legs, its body is a curved dark brown pupa, three pairs of movable gastropods, and two pairs of alienated hand blades.The hardened horny provides defense and aggression, and the fully sealed structure can block most attacks, even the mental shock is isolated.Abandoning the mouthparts and other feeding organs, the pupa warrior got closer to the killing machine. As the large army came, the stimulating bloody smell made Falja's eyes a little colder.

"Monster!" Falga easily found the newly promoted queen out of fright, but the insulting name didn't make her angry, and the trembling body of the worm mother surprised the elf queen.

"What a surprise, you can actually inherit the memory of the previous generation of worm mother..." Falja laughed as the worm mother entered an attacking stance with just one look.

The potted plant becomes two.

"Twin queens."

"I like this."