Swift speed, astonishing bounces, massive bodies, hideous mouthparts, wicked patterns, and a pair of extremely vicious serrated scythes.

I know that this is what I have been seeking, the overlord of the land, the owner of that terrifying figure - the bark mantis.

She was apparently foraging for food in her territory, and the flies that had been flying low were her targets.

Its immensely large body had been well hidden, completely undetected by us, and then it had arced high above my head in an unusually light arc, and the scythe had quickly closed.

The fly quickly disappeared from my sight, and it wasn't until the bark mantis hit the ground that I saw the fly through the folded mantis's sickle feet, and the outsider above had been cut in two.

The fly's bare legs kicked a few times, but it couldn't break free, and the praying mantis brought the fly's head with a pair of big red compound eyes close to its mouth, quickly ending its resistance and vitality.

The body of the fly quickly disappeared into the bark mantis's mouth, tissue fluid and blood flowing down its mouthparts, and fragments of flesh and carapace leaked from time to time.

This extremely bloody scene made me look very comfortable.

Damn flies, you've got that too.

I think of the warriors who died after the decisive battle, most of whom were caught up and killed by outsiders. And the culprit who caused so many retreating fighters to be hunted down and killed, there is no doubt that there is a place for these flies.

In the whole war, only Fei has successfully killed a single fly, and most of the time, we have nothing to do with them.

Now, at least I've had one fly die from the jaws of a praying mantis, even if it could cost me my life.

My broken leg was extremely painful, and because I didn't lick the wound in time, the wound was still bleeding, and the stinging pain kept coming. Especially when moving, when the wound accidentally touches an obstacle, it feels like life is worse than death.

I couldn't run anymore, and when I was healthy, I wasn't sure I could escape from the bark mantis scythe alone, let alone the injured me now.

I could see myself in the large green compound eyes of the bark mantis, and I knew that I had been spotted by it, and that it had only chosen a more suitable prey, the fly, and ignored me for the time being.

But I knew that a fly wouldn't be able to fill its belly, and I would be next.

I simply stopped and silently licked the wound to ease the pain. Now, I'm not afraid of death, at least make myself comfortable before I die.

Seeing that I had not fled, the bark mantis continued to feast on its flies, and in three or two bites there was no fly left.

Then, it lifted its legs, opened its scythe, and walked towards me.

Come on, monsters! Come on, death! Come on, my tribe!

I stopped on a blade of grass, motionless, ready to wait for my end, the end I had long anticipated.

At this moment, suddenly, a noisy noise was heard, right behind the bark mantis.

The bark mantis was suddenly startled and suddenly turned away.

Behind it, I saw a large force of outsiders pouring out of the grass like a tidal wave, and then, after a moment's pause, pounced on the bark mantis mercilessly.

The bark mantis apparently sensed the hostility of the outsiders as well, and immediately flapped its wings and crashed into the dense ranks of outsiders with a quick jump.

I saw the bark mantis swinging its scythe, trampling around with its jagged hind legs, and many outsiders were either killed under the scythe, or kicked away by the hind legs.

And the outsiders are not weak, although they are small, they are numerous, and they are not afraid of death to attack the bark mantis layer by layer.

The bark mantis is climbed up by a large number of outsiders who are very experienced and hold on to the surface of the bark mantis's body, preventing the bark mantis from jumping or flying short distances to get rid of it.

Then, these outsiders quickly move to the weak points of the bark mantis's joints, carapace crevices, and other weak points, and begin to sting desperately.

Under the pain of the bark mantis, the scythe swung more quickly and intensively, and harvested the lives of many outsiders, and the outsiders still attacked with all their strength regardless of casualties, so that the wounds on the bark mantis's body increased rapidly.

I was overwhelmed by the sudden change, and the outsiders and the bark mantis, both of which could easily put me to death, were now fighting fiercely between them.

At this time, the desire to survive that had already escaped returned to my body, and I immediately got up and fled in one direction.

At this time, there are no flies in the sky, no outsiders chasing behind you, and there is no need to worry about the elusive shadow of the bark mantis in the grass. My wounds had largely healed after licking, and I walked unusually quickly and dexterously.

- I'm the dividing line -

At dusk, I arrived at my original destination, the old nest of the tribe on the hills.

However, my heart is like ashes.

No, no, nowhere to go, and after some careful searching, I was sure that there were no young queens and young warriors in the old nest** and all around.

In fact, the old nest** has become the home of some shady little reptiles, and if they had been here, these little reptiles would have fled long ago.

There is no trace of them around the old lair.

I had a bad feeling when I thought about the two flies that had turned to search for them, and when the outsiders fought the bark mantis, the two flies never appeared.

I don't dare to think about the worst-case scenario, my tribe is finished, and the only hope is the young queen. What's the point of me being alive if she's dead too?

I live alone, without companions, without offspring, and without any tribe that will accept me, but a mortal corpse.

I returned to my old nest, drove the little reptile away, and spent the night alone, a cold night, a lonely night, and a desperate night.

The next day, the young queen still didn't show up.

I, on the other hand, felt great pain in the midst of despair, not only in the mental pain, but also in the physical pain.

I felt that the injury to my leg was getting worse, not only was it more painful, but I also felt hot and uncomfortable.

I know I don't have long to live, I've seen it. Once the warriors are wounded, they must lick the wounds as soon as possible, otherwise they are prone to this symptom, and the strongest warriors will inevitably die if they have this symptom.

I simply climbed to the ground, facing the rising sun, slowly crawling in my vague consciousness, looking for a trace of light and heat to warm my cold body.

Then I seemed to see the minions of the evil god emerge from the ground and crawl towards me.

Hehe, it wasn't a god who greeted my death, but an evil god?