I was dragging a broken leg and couldn't move freely. The remaining five arthropods could only barely coordinate their actions, but fortunately, although their speed had slowed down, they could still continue to escape.
The flies in the air did not attack again, just as I expected. Even if they can "spray" attacks, their stocks are always limited. It finally made me breathe a sigh of relief!
The biggest trouble now is that although ants with five legs - such as broken legs - can also move dexterously, I have just lost this leg and cannot adapt to this "disability" state for a while.
Normally, I see that a broken leg can climb over obstacles, climb high and low, and even hunt and fight like a normal warrior, and it doesn't seem to have much impact.
But it wasn’t until I experienced it that I realized how much effort it would take to adapt to this state of missing a limb.
Thinking of this, I admire Broken Leg extremely.
She must have sacrificed so much in silence to be able to strive to become the top warrior of the tribe in this state. Even I dare not look down on her.
The fly continued to hover above my head. Although it did not continue to attack me, it seemed to see that I was limping and injured.
The fly began to lower its flying height, often flying over at a height that was almost close to my antennae. A strong wind blew up, pushing my already unbalanced body to one side and knocking me off my feet. The speed was not very fast and was slowed down again.
At this time, I sensed the danger. Originally, I estimated that with my broken leg’s speed, I could barely avoid being pulled closer by the pursuers. But now faced with the entanglement of this hateful, troublesome, cunning fly, my speed is inevitably decreasing.
I felt the voices of the pursuers behind me getting closer and closer.
I didn't dare to look back, I was afraid of seeing a scene that would make me feel powerless to resist. I have seen before that outsiders coming like a tide can make even a strong-minded warrior like me want to give up.
Give up, stop, this idea arises in my heart.
I was so tired that there was a burning sensation in my stomach. Only the cool air being sucked into my stomach could relieve the discomfort after a long period of exercise. The wound was also aching for bursts, which continued to torture my will.
Give up, stop, as long as you stop and wait quietly, death will only be a short period of pain, and then you can return to the world of God.
It is said that in the world of gods, brave warriors can enjoy endless honeydew and fresh meat.
Give up, stop. The young queen ant should be safe now. I have completed my mission. It is time to return to this new territory that we finally obtained like the dead tribe members.
My vision gradually blurred. The long-term strenuous exercise consumed a lot of energy, and the long-term mental stress also brought my will to the verge of collapse.
At this time, my broken leg hit a raised stone, and a sharp pain made me wake up again, waking up from the endless decadence.
I thought about the broken leg. She emerged from pupa at about the same time as me. She had always been braver and better at fighting than me in the early days, and she was the leader among the younger generation.
But the good times did not last long, and soon she lost a limb in a battle with a fierce insect, and she was no longer able to be the "chief warrior".
How did she survive that time? Her injuries were more serious than mine now. She fell from the top warrior position, and the torture in her heart was no less than mine now. How did she persevere? And still became an excellent hunter and brave warrior?
Me, am I worse than a broken leg?
Thinking of this, I felt a surge of courage and perseverance.
I'm going to hold on, I'm going to get rid of these pursuers and flies. I want to go to the destination to confirm whether the queen ants and the others are safe, protect her remaining ant eggs, catch food for them, and watch the tribe grow again.
I still want to take revenge on these damn outsiders.
They shamelessly invaded the hills belonging to our clan, viciously massacred members of our clan, and killed my friends and warriors I was familiar with: Giant, Yellow, Tall, Fei, and even Broken Legs.
I want them to pay the price. Even if I die, I will kill ten or a hundred more outsiders to show them the terror of a real warrior!
My spirits were lifted again, the blurred vision in front of me became clear again, and the sounds of the pursuers behind me from the tentacles were again clearly audible.
I looked back, and sure enough, large groups of outsiders were divided into several columns and were following me closely. They were not far away. There are hundreds of them.
Come on, come more outsiders.
I know that with so many enemies chasing me and being restrained by flies in the sky, it may be difficult for me to escape today. However, I always have to attract more outsiders to bury me with me.
I began to consciously change the direction of my advance, turning a little bit at a time, trying to avoid making too big a turn and being quickly overtaken by the pursuers behind me.
At the same time, I also tried my best to use my remaining jumping ability, relying on my intact middle limbs and only remaining right hind limb, to continuously cross some larger obstacles. The little man who is pursuing the soldiers will spend more time if he wants to climb over these obstacles.
In this way, I can once again open the distance that is constantly being shortened, win a little more time, a little more life, and...a little more opportunity.
Where are you? Where? Where? Come out quickly! come out! come out!
I am looking for a target, a terrifying figure, a figure that I never wanted to face before, but now I am looking forward to it.
I crossed the open space and traveled through the territory of this terrifying demon, getting closer to where it might be lurking.
I don't care that maybe I will become the first victim under the devil's sickle the next moment, because I know that my body alone will never be able to fill its belly.
Then, I got excited thinking about this, and then outsiders, it’s time for you to see the true horror of the hills!
After all, these are the hills of hunters, the hills of our race. Only our race can survive in this place, this place full of countless dangers.
Die, go away, you shameless intruders, experience the terror, and don't offend the hills, us, and God again.
I seem to be able to smell the scent of that devil. Since the previous encounter with her, we have firmly remembered her scent, stayed away from her location, and even gave up a small piece of territory.
Who would have thought that now I regard it as my last resort?
The pursuers were still inevitably getting closer, and flies were still hovering above my head.
I never met the figure I was looking forward to until the next second!
Right next to me, suddenly a huge black shadow suddenly shot into the sky!
