I saw that those warriors were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with the help of terrain cover, using blind spots, successfully avoiding the sight of flies, and quickly advancing towards the target bush.

They are very skillful, and at first glance they are very good hunters, and they are good at hunting those very astute insects.

Unaware of the flies in the sky, they had reached the top of the bush and hid behind the leaves.

This is an ideal ambush location, with high terrain, good concealment, and a great view. Now all you have to do is wait for the flies to get closer, a little closer. Our ambushers will not disappoint.

However, to our disappointment, the three flies always moved together and then hovered high in the sky, even if they occasionally lowered their height, far from the bush.

Too high and too far for even the best warrior to jump from the bush to where the fly is now.

This result is a bit disappointing for everyone, how can you make these damn flies fly lower?

I thought about it, and the flies would occasionally hover to lower their altitude, and then fly away with a "whoosh".

Why do they suddenly lower in height?

Ever since I understood the relationship between flies and the army of outsiders, I have been thinking carefully about the laws of the flies' movements, and they must have some purpose.

I watched closely, and it wasn't uncommon for these flies to lower their altitude, and I soon found out.

"They're counting the tribes!"

Each of our tribes was gathered together, a short distance from the others.

I've found that every time the flies descend in a straight line, the target is a tribe they haven't seen before. After descending to a certain height and approaching to observe, the outsider will quickly control the fly to pull up again.

They seem to know the excellent bounce of our fighters, so they are very afraid of flying at low altitudes for long periods of time.

And our tribe has not yet been observed at a lowered height!

I had an idea and immediately rushed back to the tribe. I hope it's in time!

Well, until I returned to the tribe's camp, the flies didn't target my tribe.

I immediately summoned Broken Leg and the other warriors to follow me.

You don't know why, but I am the chief warrior, and they still believe in me, obey me, and follow me unconditionally.

More than a dozen warriors running wildly on the ground were unusually conspicuous throughout the ground. After all, at this time, except for the scout warriors on the ground, who were alone and shuttling back and forth, the other warriors were angrily waving their teeth and claws at the sky, and did not move their bearings. And our team didn't deliberately take advantage of the blind spots of the flies like the ambushers, and simply swaggered under their eyelids.

Sure enough, the three flies noticed us and began to turn around.

I ran wildly, keeping an eye on the flies with the wide afterglow of my compound eyes.

They streaked through the air in three circular trajectories and swooped down sharply in our direction, extremely fast.

Maybe it's just their normal flight speed, but on the ground, it seems to me that it's unbelievably fast.

As our group struggled across the ground, constantly overriding the unwitting obstructions of our allies, the damned flies seemed to chase after us with just a turn and a flap of their wings.

Damn, it's still a little far from the bushes and can't be caught up here.

I sped up sharply, kicking back hard with all six limbs, and with a leap I shortened the distance to the bushes a bit. The tribal warriors behind him also followed suit, jumping and jumping quickly.

This is a lot of energy and stamina, and we rarely do it, even when we are hunting. But quite effective temporarily slows down the constant shrinking distance with flies.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

The bushes were close at hand, but not close enough for the warriors to bounce at the right distance.

But the flies behind seem to have seen the reality of our tribe, and they seem to have lost interest in our wild team and began to rise to heights.

My mood plummeted in an instant...... Seemingly, it's too late?

The flies are so fast that they can be compared to the moment the best fighters bounce.

However, the bounce is only a momentary thing, while the flight of a fly can last for a long time.

They are pulling up, sloping upwards, and because the direction of progress is the bush, they are a little closer to the bush.

By the time they get past the closest point, these damn flies will move away from the bushes, away from the ambush zone.

Damn, I guess with frustration that even the flies need to get close to the bushes for a short time because they are arcing up. But the closest point, the distance from the ambushers, was still a little farther than the bounce distance.

At least, a little farther than my bounce, and I'm the best bouncer in our tribe, with a jump power that I'm proud of.

But, the surprise suddenly appeared!

I saw that at the moment when the fly was about to fly to the nearest point, at the top of the bush, a leaf was suddenly lifted, and a black shadow quickly jumped out.

The shadow made a perfect arc in the air, perfectly intersecting with the arc of the outermost fly at the nearest point.

Suddenly, among the three flies in an orderly manner, the flight trajectory of one of the flies suddenly changed, and it fell out of the team crookedly.

I didn't expect this ambusher to bounce so well, it was like the wings of a young female.

The fly that had been hit struggled, but it quickly fell to the ground, and a group of our warriors quickly surrounded it.

I also hurried through.

But when I arrived, all I saw was the fly torn to shreds and the outsider. I'm disappointed, and even though the fly and the outsiders on it must die, I want to see what they are and how these outsiders control the flies.

In the sky, I noticed that my companion had been killed, and the other two flies flew at a much higher height, and then quickly fled towards the north.

On the ground, I was looking for the successful ambusher. She's amazing, she must be the chief warrior of the tribe, I want to know her.

Moreover, she must have seen the flies and outsiders as they were, and I wanted to see the packets at that time.

This small victory boosted morale, which had been depressed by yesterday's defeat and heavy losses. The whole meeting place was filled with jubilation.

Under the guidance of these warriors, I arrived at the tribal camp where the ambushers were.

They had been removed from the bushes and were feasting on their prey, the shredded corpses of flies that had been torn apart.

I saw the target of my trip, the chief warrior with extraordinary bouncing power, and called her "Fly"!