I retracted my forelimbs to push aside the grass blades, which once again blocked the line of sight between us and the rotting dung beetles.
But the stench cannot be blocked. With the breeze, the stench of the tickets came to us in waves, with a nauseating irritation.
However, we can only endure it temporarily and remain motionless. In addition to being exhausted, it was also because the sound of intensive flapping wings came again, from far to near.
The flies are coming!
We lowered our bodies and hid in the shadows of the vegetation, praying to God again not to be discovered.
At this moment, I had doubts about God, undue doubts.
From the moment I emerged from the chrysalis, members of the tribe would constantly tell me of God’s presence in their interactions.
Success in hunting is the blessing of God, failure in hunting is the failure of God's blessing; the prosperity of the tribe is because the God is favored, and the decline of the tribe is because it angers the God.
God controls everything, the sky, the land, the trees and creatures, all actions and all results.
But what is God like?
I suddenly had such an idea, an idea that rarely occurred before.
Indoctrinated by my tribe members, I used to think that God was a scythe-hunting ant just like us.
However, later I heard that God is extremely powerful and that no matter how many powerful warriors swarmed her, she could not be her opponent. I once imagined that God must have the body of a stag beetle, a sickle of a praying mantis, and a poisonous tail of a scorpion. She can spit like a spider. Silk, can fly like a dragonfly, and bounce more powerfully than a locust. Only in this way can God be strong enough.
Now, powerful God, are you still protecting us?
If you protect us, why are this valley and the entire hills being ravaged by outsiders? Why are the evil gods' minions and degenerates still emerging in endlessly? Why are our clan repeatedly hit hard?
The facts soon told me the answer.
The dense flapping of wings was getting closer and closer, and seemed to be approaching us. I felt more and more nervous-could I have been discovered? ?
Impossible, we were hiding very well. When we raised our heads, we could only see the leaves of various colors mixed together, covering the sky perfectly.
I couldn't see anything, and I didn't think the flies flying through the air could spot us.
However, the sound of flapping wings was indeed approaching, and it sounded like it was approaching in a straight line.
Just when I was feeling uneasy, the grass blades beside me swayed violently as if they were blown away by the wind, and I saw the foul-smelling corpse of a dung beetle, and - a fly, a fly with an outsider riding on its back. .
The moment the fly landed on the dung beetle corpse, I realized the problem: this fly was not coming for us, its target was the rotting corpse of the dung beetle, which gave off a pungent smell. corpse.
(Digression: Flies have an extremely sensitive sense of smell. There are more than 3,500 olfactory organ receptors distributed on the antennae of Asparagus. An ordinary housefly can identify 30,000 chemical odors. Therefore, flies can even smell 50 The stench wafts from kilometers away. Although the flying knights under the protagonist can ride flies, these flies are not completely domesticated, only semi-domesticated. Therefore, the riders cannot effectively control the flies when they want to find food on their own. The actions of the mount led to this "unexpected encounter.")
The alien on its back appears to be trying to dislodge flies from its food.
But at this moment, without the cover of grass, we saw each other.
I immediately pounced on it, knowing that I had to subdue the fly and the outsider on its back as soon as possible. I couldn't let them leave and attract the pursuers.
But the distance was a bit far, so I jumped with all my strength, crossing the barrier of the tallest blade of grass and falling towards the flies on the ground.
This fly also discovered that it was under attack. It decisively gave up the food, flapped its wings, and quickly flew up into the sky diagonally, which made me sigh.
Exposed, the moment the fly escaped, I realized something was wrong.
At this moment, I was not in the mood to care that I had landed on the disgusting corpse of a dung beetle, and its joints were covered with putrid corpse liquid.
I ran back to the team and immediately moved my teammates with me.
But in the sky, the fly has begun to fly a complicated trajectory. I don't know the specific meaning of that trajectory, but it must be related to chasing us.
Soon more flies began to be attracted to our heads, and now there were three flies stalking us.
This left us with nowhere to hide, no way to hide if we moved quickly, and surveillance from the sky almost everywhere. Even if we hide in the blind spot of the air sight, we don't dare to stay long, because the pursuers behind us are definitely coming.
I could hear the sound of vegetation being trampled and rubbed starting to come from behind me, a sound that could only be made by a large army marching. The sound was still far away, but it was no longer safe and the pursuers were behind them.
The young ant queen was almost exhausted. Her belly was almost dragged along the ground. Her belly was bulging and bulging as she struggled to suck air into her belly. (Digression: The plot requires that some insects have autonomous respiratory organs. Respiratory function) to relieve the burning sensation in the body.
I felt despair after wave, why we were obviously very cautious, but unfortunately we were exposed because of a corpse; why we worked hard to survive, but even the last hope of the tribe was about to be unable to protect.
God, where are you? You are still protecting our family and our tribe!
Fortunately, at this time, we got into a sorrel bush. The sorrel bushes are very low and dense, with three broad leaves intertwined with each other, effectively blocking the view from the sky.
Although the intertwined stems of wood sorrel brought inconvenience to our movements, they would also be an even more difficult obstacle for the incoming pursuers.
Most importantly, when I climbed down from a high rock just now, I noticed that the area of the sorrel bush is very large. We can use the cover of this bush to find any direction to move and get rid of the pursuers.
This is God protecting us!
Soon, we changed direction among the sorrel bushes and walked a long distance.
However, even though we could no longer see any sight of the sky when we raised our heads, the sound of flies flapping their wings still followed us, showing no sign of leaving.
Why?
I tried to think about why I was still being followed, when a smell that had been ignored was caught in the tentacles.
I looked down at my arthropods, which were previously filled with dung beetle corpse fluid. Although I had wiped away the corpse fluid on the way to escape, the smell lingered.
Damn it, I get it, it was the smell on me that gave us away!
