"It's his insect skin." Zeratul muttered to himself, "His skin. ”

It was a risky, hard-to-succeed plan – but it was the only way he could do it. He touched his skin with his fingers, amazed at its texture, and felt the energy within.

Zeratul is very knowledgeable and covers different fields, and there are some things that the demigods of the Star of Caranlin did not teach him how to integrate them, and now he himself has synthesized these different knowledge and hatched a plan to save people. Of course...... Some basic skills are definitely to be used......

"I've got an idea, Crassus."

Crassus didn't answer, his eyes closed again. At first, Zeratul was afraid that he was dead, but when he leaned down and heard Crassus's faint but steady breathing, his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

He couldn't hesitate any longer, Crassus didn't have much time left.

Zeratul placed his hands flat on the insect skin and began to open up to the nature around him. The grass seemed to feel him, responding to his call. The wind ruffled his hair, and the earthquake trembled and awoke them, and they were all interested in his calling.

But before he could make a specific request to them, Zeratul needed to see if he could actually get in touch with the bug named Ofilo. He closed his eyes and let his consciousness flow into his skin. This was Ophilo's skin, and Zeratul wanted to use it to find Ophilo.

At first, Zeratul's train of thought was a little confused. The special relationship between Crassus and Aufilo led him to always mistake the former for the latter. Eventually, sensing the mistake, he turned his attention to Aufilo, hoping that there was still a subtle connection between Ofhoro and the insect skin.

To his surprise, it was a fairly easy step. Soon, his senses led him across the land to a more barren mountain region far away.

The sights he saw in front of him reminded him of all the things he had done before: he had tried everything to get in touch with the Zerg hiding behind the barrier. But this time he didn't need to extend his consciousness that far. Thankfully, he doesn't have to take advantage of the Void Dream anymore.

At this moment, Zeratul suddenly felt empty in his heart and almost fainted: it was a terrible feeling. Fearing that he might accidentally experience death with Crassus and Ophoro, he calmed down to let his senses no longer be disturbed by the outside world, and then he found himself sensing the breath of the dying Ophoro.

Aufilo had a battle, a thrilling battle. At first, Zeratul thought the Burning Legion had attacked him, but later he learned from Ophoro's confused mind that the enemy was another worm, the Black Worm.

Remembering that he and Crassus had been hunted by two evil worms, Zeratul thought of what kind of monster had attacked Orfilo. He figured the black worms were dead. And it's a miracle that Ofilo has survived until now! He is indeed a strong and great worm......

No! He had already taken Ophoro for dead. Ophiro is dead, and Crassus is finished. If he still wants to save them, he can't think about it anymore.

In the first lesson that the Star Demigod of Calanline officially gave him, the demigod talked about the health of the creatures in the forest and how to heal them. 、

In the past, Zeratul had saved the lives of foxes, rabbits, birds, and many other animals. Now, he can apply what he's learned, just a little bit more.

Or. That's just Zeratul's wishful thinking.

Zeratul began to summon the nature around him. He needs them to sacrifice themselves: only life can be exchanged for life. The earth, the plants, they have the ability to regenerate that no animal possesses. However, Zeratul's request this time was relatively high, because he was trying to save a worm. If these requests are denied. He doesn't blame them either.

Zeratul extended his consciousness to grass, trees, and anything else that could help him, trying to convey to them the importance of saving Ophelo – and Crassus. He sensed in the back of his mind that Aufilo's vitality was slowly waning. Time is running out.

To Zeratul's relief, his efforts finally bore fruit: the earth had its part. The energy of life was infused into him. He was so excited that he almost forgot what he was asking for help for. Finally, he came to his senses again. He put his fingertips on the insect skin and sent that energy in.

Crassus's body trembled a little, and then stopped moving. Through the connection of consciousness, Zeratul felt the energy of life pouring into Ophoro. He desperately maintained his spiritual connection to Orfilo, his heart beating violently, large drops of sweat running down his cheeks.

Aufilo had already injected a lot of energy into his body, but Zeratul still couldn't feel any improvement in him. Aufilo continues to hover on the line between life and death. Zeratul gritted his teeth, absorbed more of the force of nature, and teleported to the dying Ophoro as fast as he could.

Eventually, he noticed some subtle changes. Ofilo's soul was pulled back from the abyss of death, and his life was no longer hanging by a thread.

"Please ......" Zeratu stiffened himself and panted as he said, "Give me some more ......"

His wish came true. The surrounding land met his request, because they understood that the life and death of these two insects were not only their own business, but also the survival of all living beings in the world.

Little by little, the situation is getting better. Aufilo's breath was getting stronger, and he regained consciousness, and was amazed at the miracle before him, which Zeratul could clearly feel.

Crassus's body shuddered again, then he let out a cry and slowly opened his eyes.

Zeratul realized that he could call it a day. He removed his fingertips from the insect skin and leaned back, gasping for air.

Only then did he notice that the grass within a few yards had turned black.

Their vital energy flowed from their tendrils and was now depleted. Looking around, Zeratul saw that everything he could see had gone black, and in the distance two trees stood silently, their leaves gone.

Seeing what he had done, Zeratul couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't until he felt the throbbing of life underneath the ground that his heart calmed down. The roots are still alive, and with the help of the earth, they will soon grow back into sturdy stalks. The trees are not dead either, and when the time comes, they will produce new leaves.

Zeratul let out a long sigh, finally breathing a sigh of relief. For a moment, he was almost disillusioned, and he felt that what he was doing was no different from that of the Burning Legion.

"What...... What did you do? It took Crassus a hard time to say this.

"I've got to save you, and that's all I can do."

The archon shook his head and sat up on his back. "I don't mean that, Zeratul...... Don't you have a little bit of awareness of what you're doing? Do you understand the cost of such behavior? ”

"That's a must." Zeratul explained: "I'm sorry to ask so much of the earth, but it's also very willing to help. ”

For the first time, Crassus began to notice the blackened meadow. He stared at what Zeratul was doing, narrowed his eyes and said, "Zeratul, it's unimaginable! ”

"These are all taught to me by my demigods, and all I do is to be a little flexible depending on the actual situation."

"But such an outcome is something you never imagined—almost all the consuls would not have imagined." Crassus moved a few times and then stood up, and after discovering the exact extent of the blackened grass, he frowned and said, "I was so surprised. ”

Still not understanding what made Crassus so uneasy about his strength, Zeratul asked, "Can you feel the breath of Ophoro?" Is he okay? ”

Crassus began to gather his breath.

"My spiritual connection with him has weakened to the extent it was before you cast the spell, but I can still feel his presence now. He...... Very good...... But his brain was a little messy. He recalled some scenes of the battle and wanted to come to me, but there were many things he couldn't remember. (To be continued......)