A cool breeze blew through the jungle, causing the leaves to rustle. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's hot at noon, and it's a great treat to get the wind in the shade of the trees.

However, the three people who were running had no time to admire.

Even though the dream is very lazy, this time it can't be separated from her.

If you say it too much, she will be responsible for all the incidents of Warcraft hurting people during this period.

Phil and the others obviously didn't want to put too much pressure on her, but Dreamdream could think of some of it herself.

Therefore, without a few people urging her, she accelerated the pace of rushing back.

The distance between the two villages is not very far, and in the past, it was only slow because Fantasy Dream was too lazy.

After returning to the Dream Village, Dream didn't bother to take a few more breaths and went straight to the Dream Tree.

The Dream Tree is in the middle of the village, and the vegetation here is fairly well preserved - or at all, unspoiled.

The people of the village revere the Dream Tree, and no one is building houses anymore until she is still far away.

There are very few people who usually go to the vicinity of the Dream Tree, only the Guardians are often approached.

"Phil, that's pretty much the end of it. There was still some distance from the Dream Tree, and Han Jiang grabbed Phil, "If you go any further, you may not be asleep." ”

Phil nodded and stopped.

Dream moved on alone, desperate to find out what was going on.

Through the dense woods and grasses, the dream came to the very central part.

Instead, the vegetation here is sparse, and against the backdrop of the Dream Tree, these vegetation seem extremely small.

The Tree of Dreams, a towering ancient tree that has grown for many years.

Yes, there wasn't much vegetation here, but she was so obscured by a tree that she couldn't look up and see the sun.

Her trunk was so thick that one wondered if it was really a tree.

It was no longer something that could be measured by a few people hugging her—it would take some time for the dream to walk around her.

The canopy of the tree is supported by dozens of meters of tree trunks, covering this area of thick green and dense, and there are golden points of light between the leaves from time to time, which are particularly conspicuous in the shade of the trees.

Maybe it's magic, or something?

Just like her age - there were so many unknowns in her.

She exudes a quaint and solemn aura that inspires respect for all creatures who look up to her.

Dream ran all the way to the Dream Tree, gasping for air.

Soon, she discovered the colorful magic circle that had been laid out by her ancestors.

The circle has not been destroyed, it is still running. Particles of light and runes fluttered in their own tracks in the circle—seemingly chaotic, but in fact orderly.

Even if she didn't know much about the magic circle, she could see from the countless strange runes that this magic circle was not simple.

The most central position in the circle was supposed to have a bunch of dream crystals, and when it was time to sacrifice, it would be sacrificed to the Dream Tree.

However, now it is empty, and it looks like even the ones that Caichuan put in have been used up.

Dream sighed and walked over to the Dream Tree, placing her delicate little hand on the old bark of the Dream Tree, which had gone through an unknown number of years.

She tried to infuse a little magic into the palm of her hand and release it into the Dream Tree.

The bark of the Dream Tree that touched the palm of her hand glowed faintly green when it came into contact with the magic.

The light quickly dissipated, and a stream of magic began to condense.

The flow of magic flowed around the dream, becoming more and more solid, and finally turning turquoise.

The warmth and lightness of the magic enveloped the dream, and then disappeared with her.

I guess it's teleported away.