Tulahals and Hatu will be forced to submit to his feet.

Of course, under the control of Chen Feng's conspiracy, this is obviously not the only purpose, the real purpose is hidden deep in his heart.

The pain, tormenting every inch of Crassus's body and mind, even if it was just a breath. He was woken up in pain.

"Quiet, quiet." A woman's voice trembled like a bird: "You can't get up yet." ”

Crassus tried to open his eyes, but it was so laborious: "Who...... Who ......"

"Sleep, sleep......" Her voice was pure music, as if to tell the sickly archon that she was more than just a human or an astral race.

Crassus struggled not to let himself fall asleep, but he was exhausted and drifted into his dreams. He dreamed that he had flown up, and he was a primitive zerg again.

He proudly wore a feather coat, like a big bird. He didn't think much of it, but he was very excited to fly again.

The dream continued, teasing him incessantly. He almost cursed the man when someone shoved and pulled him back from his dream.

"Crassus! I'm Zeratul! Wake up! ”

Crassus reluctantly regained consciousness: "I...... Am I with you, Zeratul? ”

"Luckily, I thought you'd sleep forever."

Crassus finally came to his senses, and he realized that the Star Spirit might have helped him a lot. "I think I'll sleep forever...... At least we won't wake up until our army returns. The slender archon looked around: "But perhaps, I am still dreaming. ”

They were in a large room, with many strange formations that Crassus needed to look at closely, many branches, vines, and other things that were cemented together from earth.

The ceiling is arched, and there is a hole far to the right of Crassus, which seems to be the only exit. He looked down and noticed that his bed was also made of similar materials. It is covered with delicately woven new leaves, making the bed very soft. On a small table made of tree stumps sat a bowl carved from impossibly large dried fruits, which contained water, perhaps for him to drink.

Crassus took a sip of water from the bowl and continued his observations. He narrowed his eyes, realizing that what he thought was an inner wall was actually a corridor. Because the room is curved and the walls are constructed in a different way, it is difficult to see it unless it is facing the hallway.

"This corridor leads to a great distance." "Through it I found another, bigger room. There are two other rooms. Then I saw more corridors and realized that it was better to come back to you. ”

"What a delicate design." Crassus frowned. His sensitive ears heard a sound, but couldn't tell where it was coming from. It's a bird, and there's more than one. The Archon heard at least a dozen different cries, some of which were quite special.

"What's out there?"

"I'm still not right, Master Crassus. See for yourself. ”

This piqued Crassus's curiosity. The slender man got up and walked towards the exit, and the closer he got, the louder and more varied his cries became. It seems that every species of bird is nesting outside......

Crassus seemed to know what he was about to see, and he poked his head out.

There are indeed countless species of birds nesting around them, and of course they have plenty of space. Everywhere Crassus looked, there were huge branches stretching out in all directions. The branches are covered with leaves.

In each branch, there are birds that have built their home. At a glance, pigeons, thrushes, phoenixes, mocking thrushes, etc. leap into view. There are temperate and exotic birds, and they live together. Sing the same song. There are those who eat fruits, those who fish, and even those who hunt other birds—though they seem to prefer to eat the hares or lizards they catch to feed their children.

Crassus looked over the clouds. More nests were discovered. The tree is surprisingly large, and all kinds of birds gather everywhere on the leaves.

Of course, there are also hundreds of buildings like the one he was in, which is amazing.

The branches are covered with "bird's nests", and the whole tree is like a huge ant nest, crisscrossed by countless corridors. The Archon quickly calculated: it was large enough to house an entire Astral Clan force—including mounts—plus more than enough refugees. 、

Although it may seem vulnerable on the surface, Crassus soon realizes that this majestic structure is more durable than it actually seems. When the wind blows the leaves, the nest also adjusts smoothly with the leaf waves. Crassus touched the edge of the door, and felt that its materials were even better bound than a stone fortress.

And then...... He looked down.

Crassus felt a wave of dizziness, a member of the Zerg who had never been afraid of heights, which was unimaginable in the past, but now he couldn't see what was in front of him and almost fell through the door.

"Master Crassus!" Zeratul pulled him back from the door, "You almost fell!" I'm sorry! I should have told you what's out there! ”

Crassus exhaled, his head no longer dizzy: "I'm fine, my friend. You can let me go, I know what's out there now. ”

"The first time I looked out, I had to go back right away." Zeratul told him, "I'm afraid of being blown outside by the wind." ”

Crassus was now ready, and came to the exit again. He gripped the sides of the doorframe tightly and looked down again.

The tree stretched all the way down to the bottom of the tree, with no end in sight, and its branches stretched in all directions. Elsewhere, birds perch and nest. Crassus tried his best, but he couldn't see the bottom of the tree. Clouds kept drifting by, and the large chunks of clouds showed how high they were now.

"You can't see the bottom either, can you?"

"Well, I can't see it."

"I've never heard of a tree so thick and so tall that you can't even see the ground below when you stand on it."

"I've heard of it." Crassus replied. Although his brain was partially amnesiac, he was still desperately thinking about those things that had been around for a long time. "It'...... It is Garnier, the mother of all trees. It is the place where all flying creatures live, in a form similar to a Void Dream, both relatively independent and existing in this earthly world. Garnier is the tallest giant tree on the highest peak in the universe, and its fruit is the seed of all mortal trees. He continued to think, "This is the abode of its owner, the goddess Viana. ”

"Viana ......"

"Yes, only in human legends." The two noticed an agile white figure flying towards them. "I think she's already here."

The winged man slowly flew closer, getting bigger and bigger, and finally the two of them saw clearly that it was a white falcon larger than both of them. Crassus told Zeratul to pull back and let the door out completely.

The eagle flapped its wings and flew in, and began to change: its legs gradually plumped, and its wings shrunk into two slender hands with feathers. Its body also began to deform, becoming more human-like, and its tail faded into the tail of a white robe, light as veil.

A slender, big-eyed woman looked at the two. She resembles a human, with a pointed nose, but simple and elegant; The face is beautiful, the complexion is snow-white, the color of ivory; His hair is covered with a furry strange mane; A robe fluttered with her steps—sharp claws on her beautiful legs.

"Awake, you're still awake." She frowned slightly and said, "You should rest, rest." ”

Crassus bowed to her, "I thank you for your kindness to us, ma'am. But I'm back now and can move on. ”

She stretched out her head like a bird and glanced at the archon with resentment: "No, no...... It's too early, it's too early. Please be seated. ”

Crassus and Zeratul looked around and noticed that there were two more bird's nest-like chairs behind them. Zeratul let Crassus decide, and finally, the archon nodded, and the two sat down. (To be continued......)