I briefly touched the tentacles with Broken Leg, and although I hated her, we needed to support each other at this time.

Something was clearly going on in this valley, the few songworms, the neighbors who hadn't come to patrol the borders for a long time, were showing unusual signs.

Now what are we going to do? A broken leg indicates that if you want to go deeper into the valley, it is best to go to the lair of a neighboring tribe to find out.

I object.

If something happens to the neighboring tribes that causes them to abandon their border patrols, then this threat to their existence may still linger in the valley, and it will also threaten us.

If it's just a false alarm, and the neighboring tribe doesn't have much food, then the warriors of the neighboring tribe are not easy to mess with, and they will definitely not let us crossers go.

Either way, it's not a good idea to venture deep into the valley's interior.

Unsurprisingly, a broken leg would give me a mocking message, and she thought I was cowardly and unworthy of my current status and fame. Moreover, the queen ants asked us to bring back specific information, and it was useless to hide on the outskirts of the valley.

I agree with the second half of the broken leg, and it seems that it is indeed impossible to complete the reconnaissance mission without taking risks.

I thought about it and told Broken Leg that I had a solution.

So, ignoring the broken leg, I ran to the edge of the little tree and leaned over to it, leaving my own fresh excrement on the excrement mark left by my neighbor tribe.

I left a lot of excrement behind, and even added some secretions that were provocative and combative. Now the smell of excrement became stronger, wafting through the air, and the smell could be smelled from a long distance.

On weekdays, this practice is a serious provocation, covering the territory of the other party with the smell of our tribe, which is a declaration of war, enough to make the two tribes fight each other.

Frightened by the broken leg, she tried to lift the sand to cover the excrement. It occurred to her that if the warriors of the neighboring tribes were attracted to confirm the smell, we would be tantamount to provoking a senseless tribal war.

I stopped the movement of the broken leg and even used the status to suppress her. Broken leg refused, and she challenged me to a duel again.

I beat her anyway, just like before. Her broken leg is a weakness, I can keep moving, but her five legs have a hard time keeping up with me by turning, and I will always be attacked by me to the vulnerable side and then pressed to the ground.

If it weren't for this broken leg, she might have been able to beat me, but not so many ifs.

She was so annoyed that the broken leg had failed again, and she could only look at me and tell me I would regret it.

I don't regret it, I have a complete plan.

I climbed a small tree with my broken leg and hid behind the leaves, watching in the direction of the territory mark.

In this way, if a warrior from a neighboring tribe is attracted to it, it means that their tribe still exists. At that time, we killed the soldier by sneak attack, then covered my excrement and destroyed the body.

If no warriors from the neighboring tribes show up, then we will try to venture into the valley again.

- I'm the dividing line -

From the time the sun was on the back side of the hill until the sun crossed its highest point and shone on the front of the hill, neither of us waited for any of the warriors of the neighboring tribe to appear.

Even insects are rarely seen, and when we are ambushed like this, there will always be an endless stream of moving insects.

Well, it seems that our neighbors are indeed in some trouble, even big trouble.

Now, I didn't object to the plan to break my leg, and we cautiously felt deep into the valley.

On the way, Broken Leg complained to me that my plan had been delayed for too long, and now that the days were short, we needed to speed things up.

Speeding up means increasing the risk of exposure, but it's also dangerous if you delay into the evening. So I agreed.

We sped through the dense grass and into the depths of the valley.

The valley sloped from south to north, roughly in a long shape, and we came down from the hills close to the north of the valley, groping our way south.

We don't know exactly where the neighbors' nests are, but the valley is long and narrow and limited, and we can always find it by searching the net from north to south.

We quickly found our target, as a pungent smell guided our direction.

When the tragic situation of our neighboring tribe was presented to us, we were shocked, terrified, and hesitant.

On the arbor floor, the neighboring tribe's nest is surrounded by a clearing, weed-free clearing.

In this clearing, there are dozens of corpses, all of which are the corpses of our kind, the corpses of my neighbors.

The corpses were horrific and either the head was cut off, the limbs were detached, or the torso was shattered, and there was no complete corpse.

These warriors should have gone through fierce battles before they died, and there were traces of blood at the scene that did not belong to our race, but there were no corpses of any alien race.

It seems that the aliens won the battle in the end, taking the corpses of their companions with them. Only the corpses of the losers are left unrelented.

The sealed soil at the entrance of the nest was supposed to be in the shape of a sharp cone, but at this moment, there were only a few dirt bags left, indicating the fierce attack that had been encountered here.

The scene was filled with the pungent smell of dead bodies, which was the "corpse stench" emitted by the oil secreted from the corpses. Normally, there would be warriors who would dump the corpses in the cemetery, but now, the neighboring tribes have no more corpses.

The entrance to the lair under the sealed earth emits an even stronger stench of corpses, indicating the fate of the members inside. We didn't want to climb in, we were already scared of the terrible situation outside.

Although we are some of the best warriors in the tribe, we have fought against the most ferocious insects, we have fought against the Fallen and the Outsiders, and we have seen hundreds of our people die on the battlefield.

However, the scene in front of him was more like a whole tribe being slaughtered, a massacre without resistance, a massacre without leaving a living mouth.

This is no longer a battle, but a destruction, and no matter how strong a warrior is, he will inevitably be sad and afraid.

Our neighbor tribe, no longer exists!

My broken leg and I were on the ground, sniffing at the remnants of alien blood, trying to analyze each other's identities.

The biggest suspects are the outsiders and the degenerates.

Outsiders are said to have been very active in the area since last year, and they are so numerous that our heroic people have not been able to reap the benefits of these outsiders, and our tribe has been forced to relocate.

The Fallen, on the other hand, are the greatest enemies of our race, the minions of the evil gods. Any race can be corrupted into a depraved by the tentacles of the gods, after which they remain in the world in a half-dead state.

Which side is destroying our neighboring tribes?