The quiet forest seemed to be bathed in a blanket of white frost.

Zark was tall, wearing armor made of dinosaur skin, holding a spear, and a pair of snow-white wings spread out behind his back.

He is the patrol leader among the Feathermen, and his task is to guard the huge holy cocoons that are constantly growing in the forest. This task was arranged by the God of Feathers himself. It is extremely sacred to the Feathermen, and only the most elite and powerful among the Feathermen are

Only the best warriors are responsible for carrying out this mission.

And can become a captain-level existence.

Zark is almost one of the strongest people of his generation.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Most Yumen are between five and six meters tall, but Zark is nearly ten meters tall. He has a broad body, a serious face, and long and powerful wings.

With both agility and strength, and possessing the wind rune given by the gods, even some of the tribal leaders among the Dragonborn are no match for Zalk.

Zark is now over two hundred and seventy years old.

For the Feathermen, whose average lifespan is only three hundred years old, Zalk is already considered an experienced veteran.

But such an experienced veteran warrior could not help but show a nervous and serious look on his face at this moment. Beside Zark, there were many feathered warriors wearing leather armor and fully armed, walking back and forth near the forest.

Check, anyone who is not allowed to approach privately will be mercilessly driven away by these warriors.

Not even the royal family.

In the center of the Feathermen's patrol range, the originally calm pure white cocoon began to beat violently.

Inside the holy cocoon, the sound of fibers tearing was heard constantly.

Growth that lasts for thousands of years.

This giant cocoon seems to have finally reached its limit, and the life bred in it will be born.

When the giant cocoon was first formed, the feathered people had different views on the giant cocoon. Some people believed that new gods would be born in the giant cocoon, while many others believed that the giant cocoon was gestating a terrifying demon of destruction.

But following the words of Yu Shen.

As time passed, gradually, a unified view was formed within the Yumen.

Almost everyone regards this giant cocoon as a sacred object. Every year, many feathered people come to worship. It is considered the most romantic thing for young feathered people to get married under the witness of the sacred object.

Get blessings from the gods.

And now, this sacred object that has stood in the forest for thousands of years is finally hatched and born.

The huge movement had already spread throughout the forest.

As cracks spread on the surface of the giant cocoon, beams of bright and warm light rushed up to the clouds like sharp swords. Suddenly, dull thunder sounded in the originally clear sky. Dark clouds were gathering, and golden thunder light shone in the thick clouds.

roll.

The strong wind howled by, making the whole forest rustle.

at the same time.

The temperature of the giant cocoon seemed to be continuously rising, showing a holy white color that represented high temperature. Finally, the land under the giant cocoon began to melt into rolling magma.

The power of the three gods, Primordial Fire, Jakula, and Yu Shen, was actually reflected in this giant cocoon at the same time.

"Thousands of years ago, the Primordial Fire, the god of the Dragonborn, fought against the mighty Jagula of Destruction. The war lasted for ten full days and nights. In the end, the demon's body was crushed by the combined force of the Primordial Fire and our Mother Goddess.

"

A young feathered man next to Zark was thinking about the myths from thousands of years ago, and said romantically in a chanting tone: "It is said that the original fire and our mother goddess made a sacred contract in the forest, and this pure white giant

The cocoon is the witness of the sacred contract."

"You are right."

Zark nodded, this is a myth and legend that has been circulated among the Feathermen tribe for thousands of years.

But now, after being circulated for thousands of years, the ancient myth seems to be bearing fruit. Even a battle-hardened warrior like Zarke feels unprecedented tension.

He raised his head.

Although the area around Holy Cocoon has been cleared by patrols.

But on the clouds, there are still many Feathermen who are either standing on floating islands, standing on the branches of ancient trees, or flying directly in mid-air... densely packed, at least tens of thousands of Feathermen are witnessing the gods with their own eyes.

The birth of traces.

No one will sleep tonight... Zark thought.

He immediately saw a golden thunderbolt falling from the sky like an angry dragon and falling directly above the giant cocoon.

The strong wind roared past, the forest and the earth disappeared, leaving only the dazzling golden light like the sun in front of him. Zark's tall body was inevitably lifted by this force. It was not until this moment that he heard the roar of thunder.

Voice.

Light!

An unparalleled light appeared in the forest.

In an instant, the entire forest seemed to be back at noon. Under the stimulation of the strong light, the eyes of the feathered people secreted tears. In the blurred vision, a body covered with gorgeous feathers, with broad wings and a long tail like flames.

A dragon-shaped creature soared into the sky, and the roar of the dragon resounded through the sky, echoing back and forth throughout the forest.

Two chapters in one, posted together tonight.
Chapter completed!