The bright moon is in the sky, and the sky and earth are cold.
The protagonist is alone, wrapped in a thick ant blanket, sitting on a tall ant mound. From the gaps in the poplar leaves, you can clearly see the full moon hanging in the sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the protagonist.
At this time, the temperature at night has completely carried out the malice of deep winter. This is a low temperature that seems to freeze even the soul. In this world at night, except for the sitting protagonist, there seems to be no other living creature that can endure such low temperatures.
The protagonist seemed unaware of the temperature. He raised his head and stared at the bright moon above his head. It was so pure and bright, so ethereal and perfect.
This is a full moon. Judging from the current temperature and solar terms, it is not the reunion moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but just an ordinary full moon.
The moon rotates, and every 29 and a half days, it will experience a complete waxing and waning cycle. There seems to be nothing worth paying attention to today's moon.
Ants rarely come out at night, and they don't pay attention to whether the moon above their heads is rounder or missing. What does this change mean to the ants?
But is the protagonist an ordinary ant?
He is not!
He sat quietly, motionless. If it weren't for the puff of white air coming out from under the ant blanket from time to time, it wouldn't prove that he was a living creature.
The protagonist suddenly held his head with a pair of forelimbs, just like a person holding his head with both hands, thinking hard.
What was he thinking about? What do you think of when you look at the moon?
Only humans can have various romantic or tragic fantasies about the moon! Ants have never been interested in these dead things!
When spring comes and flowers bloom, people will recite "On this day last year, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red." However, ants are eager to replenish the inventory in the granary after experiencing a winter. Although the petals of peach blossoms have little energy, they can still chat. To wrap the belly.
When people describe "the little lotus has just revealed its sharp horns", the ants are afraid of the pond water, but are extremely interested in the corpse of the dead dragonfly that fell to the ground.
When people lament the "howling autumn wind in August", ants are also afraid to avoid the strong wind. They will not sigh, but are instinctively afraid of death - being blown by the strong wind to a place where they cannot return to their nest means death. .
It's winter now, the ants are hiding underground, and other creatures are either dead or stinging. If someone sees the dead world, what will they feel?
The protagonist doesn't know that this is the reason for his pain - until this moment, he realizes that the "human" part of his heart has shrunk to this size, while the "ant" part has grown extremely strong.
At this moment, he has almost lost the ability of beauty and imagination for such a beautiful thing as the moon.
The protagonist is afraid. He doesn't know when he started to become more and more like an ant.
He always thought that he was transforming the world. At worst, he also transformed the Ant Alliance, the Divine Envoy King's Army, and the group of ants around him.
But aren't this world, the Ant Alliance, the Divine Envoy King's Legion, and even the ordinary ants around him who are constantly coming and going, changing the protagonist in a subtle way?
The protagonist is afraid, afraid of when he will completely lose his "humanity"! At least he still knows how to be afraid. Maybe when he really loses his "humanity", he will be abandoned like a pair of worn-out shoes!
At that moment, there will no longer be a human "traveler" in this world, but only an ant "prophet". This is the moment when the transformation of humans into ants is finally completed, and it is also the moment when the world's bug fixes are completed!
Suddenly, the angle of the moon moved slightly, and it emerged more fully from the gaps in the poplar leaves. The moonlight caressed the protagonist softly, freeing him from the inexplicable fear. What a pure moonlight!
The protagonist looked up again and took a bath. In this cold night, the moonlight seemed extremely warm.
It really seems like...
A voice floated in the protagonist's mind. It was a real voice, not a false voice that was transformed after contacting the information from the tentacles.
That was a soft voice, clearly reciting a passage word for word. The passage was cadenced and rhythmic, as if... it was called "poetry"?
Years of chanting to the moon are countless,
The bright moon is the same tonight as it was in ancient times.
The traces of tears are not exhausted yet the traces of pen are exhausted,
Half thinking about the bright moon and half thinking about the moon.
Whose voice is this? Whose poem is this? Whose thoughts are these?
The protagonist is a little confused, but he is so familiar!
In just such a moment, the "human" part of the protagonist's heart became strong again.
The two identities of the protagonist, Zhu Jue, overlapped in an instant, and then separated quickly. Even the protagonist himself did not realize it, but something was quietly left in his heart!
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The protagonist returns to his nest, takes off his ant felt, and shakes off the cold.
The warm interior, with the heat radiating from the combustion chamber, is as warm as spring.
The reason why the protagonist just left such a comfortable room and went to torture himself in the harsh cold night was actually not to see the moon, but to look at the night sky and judge the weather tomorrow.
At dusk today, the flying knights urgently reported a military situation.
At that time, the Divine Envoy King's legions outside had already withdrawn. Except for leaving some troops to defend, other legions were preparing to transfer and replenish soldiers and supplies in preparation for winter rest.
The civilized ant coalition, dominated by the leaf-cutter ant army, evacuated later than the Angel King's army. They had just completed most of the journey, and it would take two or three days to reach the "Holy Tree Forest" for winter refuge.
This army moves slowly and can only march around noon. It must set up camp in advance before dusk and spend most of its time hiding underground.
The army at this time is also fragile. Once it encounters an enemy attack, it can easily be overtaken, surrounded, or sneak attacked.
And just at this moment, an imperial army of paving ants appeared outside, which aroused the protagonist's vigilance.
This imperial army of pavement ants is small in number, only two to three thousand. The ants among them obviously have the characteristics of pavement ants, but there are some differences: in terms of size, these pavement ants are slightly larger than ordinary pavement ants. , but it is still a little smaller than the soldier ant of the big-headed ant; in terms of body color, this pavement ant is darker; in addition, there are some eye-catching spikes on the carapace of this pavement ant's back.
The most important thing is that this kind of pavement ants are more resistant to cold. When the flying knights have to quickly return to their nests to avoid the coming night, these pavement ants show no signs of stopping and stationing.
This group of pavement ants came out quickly after entering and immediately headed west. Without the assistance of "mosquitoes" and scouts, they relied on their own tentacles to explore the ground, and were able to accurately pursue the direction of the coalition's withdrawal.
It's as if they can read the pheromones of other ants!
