I struggled to wring the alien's head off in front of me, and its struggle didn't allow it to prolong its life even a second.

At this moment, there is also the corpse of an enemy behind me, also detached.

The young queen ant was protected in the rear, with a young warrior guarding him, while the other young warrior was surrounded by three outsider warriors, already in danger.

I immediately rushed at them, quickly killing another enemy.

I felt a heat in my body, and only killing could get me high, and in this state, these enemies were no match for me, and it only took a turn or two for me to easily take down any of them and kill them.

Perhaps sensing my threat, the two remaining enemy warriors did not fall in love and immediately fled separately. This is a normal reaction of a scout.

I caught up with one of the outsiders and killed it. But the other fled, and the warriors who had been besieged were bruised and unable to pursue, while the warriors who protected the young queen did not dare to leave their posts to pursue them.

As the blood calmed down, I began to realize that something was wrong, and that fleeing outsiders scouts would soon draw in large numbers of enemies.

- I'm the dividing line -

Rewind the clock to a recent past.

Immediately after being separated from the old males, we climbed down the mulberry tree and began to move towards the edge of the tribal territory.

Our target is the hill where the tribe's previous lair is located.

After losing the old male, I had to take on my responsibilities again and determine the next course of action.

Based on past experience, I believe that the outsiders will still be mainly sweeping the rich valleys, and the barren hills will not be their target. With their strength, they can't control the many hills.

So, we started moving quickly towards our destination.

But as we passed through a dense grass, we were confronted by scouts from outsiders.

The wind was constantly blowing through the grass, the blades of grass rubbing against each other, and a dense rustle overshadowed the other sounds.

We were completely unaware of the approach of the Outsider Scouts, and neither were they.

Just as we turned a stalk of grass, five outsiders suddenly appeared in front of us.

Everyone was taken aback, but after seeing that there were only five fighters on the other side, I and another fighter bravely rushed forward.

Although the opponents are more numerous than us, they are not enough to form a dense formation that will give us a headache. And swimming in the grass is our specialty.

- I'm the dividing line -

As soon as the battle was over, I urged everyone to hurry up, hoping that the pursuers of the outsiders would come more slowly, so that we would have enough time to escape.

However, the young warrior who had been besieged by three outsiders had been wounded, and she walked a few steps, limping and slow, unable to catch up with her companions.

She's in a hurry, and I'm in a hurry.

I made a decision and ordered the young warrior to flee in the other direction.

She was astonished, and I repeated my command, and she did.

She has limited mobility, and I can't drag the whole team down because of her, and I can't put the queen in danger because of her.

And letting her escape alone may also make the pursuers follow the wrong direction, and if she dies, it will be more worthwhile.

She's a good fighter, and I know she understands what I mean, but she doesn't hesitate to do it.

Now, with a small group of five members at the time of departure, only the three of us remained.

We continued to run for our lives, trying to hide in the shadows of trees and grass as much as possible, even if moving here slowed us down.

I was afraid, afraid of the flies that came and went in the air, and after so long fighting with outsiders, I had come to understand that those flies were like scouts, able to find the location of their targets and attract pursuers.

In the sky, sure enough, there was a dense sound of "buzzing and buzzing" wings soon. Through the gap in the blade, I saw a dark shadow flashing by, and it was very fast.

It was supposed to be the flies of the outsiders, who, thanks to the cover of the grass, did not spot us, but flew forward.

We immediately picked up speed, and although the flies hadn't spotted us yet, the pursuers were definitely somewhere behind us.

Experienced warriors, able to trace their targets from the marks of the ground and the smell that remained, and although our squad consisted of only three members, we did not dare to delay and pin our hopes on luck.

Crawling through grass and shade, and venturing over open rocks and tidal flats, we ran for our lives. There are flies in the sky and enemies chasing behind us, and we still have no way of knowing whether the tribe has been destroyed now, we only know that we and the queen ant around us are the last hope of the tribe.

- I'm the dividing line -

We've reached the edge of the valley, very close to the bark mantis we've encountered.

But at this moment, I didn't worry about this fierce insect at all, but I was even more worried about the pursuers of outsiders.

After all, there is still a chance to escape in the face of fierce insects, but in the face of the siege of many pursuers from outsiders, once they are caught, even escaping is a luxury.

The young queen could no longer walk, and her huge belly was slowing down her movements.

She is now in the oviposition period and has a swollen abdomen full of unborn ant eggs. In the past, queens would not leave the nest and would prefer to nest in a comfortable nest to give birth quietly.

Now, she had to flee for her life, six slender knobs supporting her massive, bloated body to move, allowing sharp stones and rough plants to rub against her delicate and sensitive abdomen.

I knew she was in pain, although she didn't complain to me, but endured in silence. But I couldn't do anything to alleviate her pain, except to pause and give her a little rest when she was too tired to choke.

Now that the young queen could not walk again, we stopped for a third time to rest.

This time, we chose to rest under a large rock, sheltered by rocks and blades of grass to avoid the eyes and ears of flies.

But not long after I stopped, I smelled a disgusting stench.

At this time, I realized that the breeze had unconsciously changed direction, and the smell was coming from the original downwind direction, and the smell was strong, as if the source of the smell was very close.

I peeled back the blades of grass in front of me and saw a huge corpse of a beetle in front of me—not far from the resting place we had chosen.

It was a half-decomposed beetle carcass, like a dung beetle, its shell had cracked and fallen off, its thin wings had fallen to the side, its abdomen had deflated, and several maggots were coming in and out of the holes that had been drilled.

It's a disgusting sight for a hunter who only eats fresh food.