Damn it!

In the tense escape, I completely ignored the stench that permeated my body.

In fact, when a smell has been smelling for a long time, it will always be ignored unconsciously.

However, now this stench, like a special "pheromone", guides the enemy to follow him.

Even ordinary warriors can track me down from afar, let alone flies with a terrible smell and a keen sense of smell.

That's why those flies can hover over our heads without seeing us at all.

You'll have to find a way to get rid of the smell and shake off your enemies.

I stopped, and with my big jaw, I bit open the soft stalk of a sorrel next to me, and a sour smell mixed with the aroma of grass instantly filled my mouth.

Resisting the discomfort of the sour smell, I quickly applied the grass juice to the place where it had been stained with corpse fluid before, and sniffed it with my antennae.

Still no, although the sour smell of grass juice covers up the stench of a lot of corpse fluid, the smell of corpse juice is still stubborn, and it can always drill out from other smells, and it spreads uncontrollably around.

I moved a little faster, and the flies above me were still tracking us, not missing, and it seemed that the smell of grass juice alone could not wash away or cover the stench.

The voices of the pursuers behind them grew louder and louder, announcing that they were getting closer and closer.

I made the decision to let the young warrior protect the queen ant and continue to escape, while I had to act alone to attract the pursuers.

The young queen ant was very anxious, and she gently clamped my arthropod with her big jaw, as if she didn't want to let me go.

I knew what she meant, but I had no choice.

So, I broke free of the queen's jaws, and without looking back, I disappeared from their sight with a single jump.

Now, it's just me.

In the sky, the flies changed direction and chased after me. Behind me, the sound of dense footsteps remained, indicating that the pursuers had also fallen behind me.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

At the moment, I wish all the outsiders were tracking me, as long as the queen was safe, that would be enough.

I chose a different path, one that didn't lead to the hills, to get the pursuers as far away as possible from the young queen's destination.

I was much faster after myself, and the pursuers behind me never managed to close the distance between me.

But soon, it dawned before my eyes that the sorrel bushes had come to an end, and beyond the grass was an open and unsheltered sand and gravel field.

I lost the cover of the grass when I got there, but I had no choice but to plunge headlong into the open field.

The moment I entered, I looked back and saw three flies tracking me.

When the three flies found out that I was the only one who was acting alone, they immediately split into two ways, leaving one fly to crouch at me, and the other two turned around and flew in other directions.

I knew they were looking for the "missing" queen, after all three of us had been exposed to the flies, and now they had finally sensed that we had gone apart.

I can't go back, I can only hope that after this period of time, the queen ant will be able to escape the tracking and reach their destination safely.

I was still running wildly, the sand was so large that there was nowhere to hide, I was completely exposed to the flies, and the pursuers behind me were bound to chase after me.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp sound from behind me breaking through the air, louder than the strongest warrior beating.

Before I could look back, I noticed that a small cloud of smoke and dust had burst out of the gravel ground not far in front of me, as if something had fallen on it rapidly. Some splashes of sand hit my carapace and compound eye, causing a slight pain.

What is this thing that has fallen?

As I moved, I took advantage of the opportunity to change direction and bypass the obstacle, and glanced sideways at the sky.

I saw that the fly was falling not high behind me, and the outsider riding on the back of the fly was waving a "line" with his forelimbs.

As it moved, a small black shadow smashed to my left again, still bursting into a small cloud of smoke and splashing some sand.

My heart tightened, and though I didn't know what it was, there was no doubt that a fly could attack me in the air.

Maybe it's a skill like some insects that spray venom from their abdomen?

Judging from the momentum of the two attacks just now, this kind of attack is not weak, and if I am hit, I will definitely be injured.

I was anxious, the neighborhood was too empty, there was no cover at all, and I could only continue to be exposed to the range of flies. It's hard to feel like you're running away and dodging attacks at the same time.

Soon, I heard a third attack, and I unconsciously flashed to the side.

The moment I moved, the position I was in had already been hit, and if I hadn't dodged it in time, I would have been hit.

I don't know if the fly's attack was on target or by luck, but I can't rely on luck.

So, then, every time I heard the sound of the other party's attack, I had to dodge. And when I fled, I had to keep changing directions, so that the fly would fly ahead at once, because it was too fast, so that it would have to go around in a circle and fly behind me in pursuit, buying me a little time to be unthreatened.

But as a result, my movement speed was also affected, and it seemed that the sound of the pursuers behind me was getting closer.

As I ran, I looked around me to find a place where I could hide from the flies in the air.

But the more I looked at it, the more familiar it became, and I realized that I knew where this was—the place where we encountered the bark mantis during our tribe's hunting ritual.

Unconsciously, in the case of running away and not being able to distinguish things, I actually came to the territory of this fierce insect.

It's a good thing the insect hasn't shown up yet, otherwise I'd face another threat.

But just as I was distracted, the sound of breaking the air started again, this time, my reaction was half a beat slower.

When my hind limbs adjusted my pace and I was about to jump, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my left hind limb!

I immediately stopped in pain, and when I looked back, I saw that my left hind limb had bent at an abnormal angle - my left hind limb had been hit.

The pain was unbearable, and in addition to the severe pain, I also realized that I couldn't move quickly after the injury.

I was ruthless, and I turned around and bit off the lower half of the broken left hind limb, this kind of injury could not be healed anyway, and the broken leg suffered this kind of injury back then.

Rather than let the severed limb slow me down, I should give up in pain.

I looked up at the flies in hatred and continued to limp away.